Novel & Cerita Malam Lilin

Yulli’s aroma of fresh mint soothed her nose. “There, don’t focus on these elves. A day will come they’d worship you,” Yulli joked, but Malaika did not find it funny. “Look at that!” Malaika pointed out a series of colorful star lanterns. The two studied each design. Yulli had given the vendor payment, one gold coin, and then he chose the red color lantern that shone the most. “I’ll take that.” The vendor handed the lantern before Malaika could refuse. “It seemed your father had given you a lot of money for this trip. I wonder how he will react if he finds out you were forced to stay here with me.”

"I apologize for my daughter's behavior." Marco chuckles "No worries." He smiled at me What the hell? Marco is their boss? Then, Lily... "Good evening, young master." The servants bowed again Lily... "Good evening." Lily smiled as she sat next to his dad Lily was wearing the same dress as me but hers was white while mine was black. WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?! Marco is my parents' boss so that means that Lily is the heir of LLM? Am I dreaming? Why didn't she tell me about this?

I still wore the midnight-blue dress; Lila had insisted I wear it home “to show Daddy.” “Daddy! Daddy, look!” Lila screamed, racing toward the lounge. I followed slowly, my heart pounding. Malachi stood by the fireplace, a glass of amber liquid in hand. His tie was loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows. He looked tired—dangerously so. He turned at Lila’s voice, catching her as she collided with him. “Hey, piccolina. Did you have fun?” “Yes! And look at Nina! Isn’t she the prettiest girl in the whole world?”

It was a beautiful reunion if Eden's had a say. "Where have you been?" Malakai said when he pulled back and looked at his little sister. "Here and there." Lilith replied and Malakai hugged her again. I know you're wondering, how did Malakai recognise her face and voice after 12 years. Lilith's voice hadn't changed that much and as for her face, Malakai could never mistake her smile and her eyes. They were the two things that got him through the worst of times when they were younger.

Eric's POV With her gentleness, Lina tried to provide a sense of security and affection that Serena might not have felt before. Amid the existing tension, this moment became a small light that could potentially change everything. In my view, Lina was an intelligent woman, not shallow like Malisa. That was the charm that made me want to remain with Lina. On the other hand, Malisa was too naive and innocent; I didn’t like women who were practically like her. It felt incredibly boring and unexciting. Malisa seemed monotonous and easily fooled, which made me feel unchallenged.

Lincoln explained how I still wouldn’t have been able to escape before cutting right back to the chase, where I was left to sigh again. “Aside from the fear I’ll forever be embedded with that awful smell of smoke, liquor and disgusting men, I’m fine.” I said leaning down to smell myself, the stench of the cabin still lingering on me slightly, where Alban soon stepped closer to me to have a smell whilst his hands wrapped around my body pulling me to hit his chest, I guess he was attempting to switch the smell to his scent. “Speaking of disgusting men, were you able to recognise any?” Lincoln asked pulling open the folder in his hands where a photo of Malcom looked back at me, I guess he had b

she was clearly playing him up but he was enthralled by her "but now I can’t fight this anymore… let's go up and spend the night together." Lord Malon was hesitant "I would like to see my acquaintances and friends, I don’t..." his voice was torn and was not very sure of what course of action to take; but Lilith stared deeply into his eyes and his explained changed as he was mesmerized by her "on second thought, maybe it’s time my dearest Lilith". The way that he ended that phrase it was like he wasn't himself. Lilith took his hand and headed towards the stairs. Elizabeth made sure to follow and make no suspicion of herself, the only person that noted her walking behind Lilith and Lord Malon

Raphael glanced lazily at her hands. “Yes, Lilith,” he said dryly. “The future of Africa clearly depends on how beautiful your manicure is.” Lilith rolled her eyes. “Dude, what is your own?” She hissed, “Besides, if the world collapses, at least I will look presentable.” Malik, the third brother, remained silent. Lilith turned toward him. “Hey, Mr. Quiet,” she said playfully. “Did you lose your mouth or something?” He simply smiled slightly and continued eating.

Selene is still not looking at him like she suddenly finds the floor very interesting. “Well then, if you need my help, you’ll find me here. You are so much welcome.” The man placed a small card on the table beside Selene, she was just about to say something but when she looked up he was nowhere to be seen. Selene picked the card. It was a plain black card with just two words written in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM.

She could not shake the sense that whatever words lay inside were not meant to bring her peace, but to unmake her. Elsewhere, within the quiet walls of the Sunlit stronghold, Liam sat alone in his chamber. The fire before him was little more than embers now, glowing faintly against the dark. He cradled a cup of wine untouched, his thoughts drifting further back than he had allowed them in years.