Mendusel Adalah Novels & Stories

It was the first genuine, happy laugh I'd made after enduring all that suffering. He stopped and stared at my smiling face before lowering his head to capture my lips in a deep, searing kiss. This kiss held no punishment or domination. Instead, it was filled only with the preciousness of something lost and regained, and a love that ran bone-deep. One month later, we held a small wedding by the sea. There were no guests, no fanfare—just the two of us, witnessed by the vast blue sea and sky. Damien slipped a ring onto my finger. It wasn't a diamond, but one he had painstakingly crafted himself from a seashell, shaped exactly to my taste.

“No…” Lucien’s arms spread in welcome. “You thought me gone. But rebirth is my nature. The Council made me their High Priest to contain what remained of me. Instead, I used them.” Elara took a step forward, fury rising in her voice. “You—” “Were never meant to die,” Lucien finished smoothly. “And neither was he.” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “Do you feel him, Soren? The wolf inside you? You carry half of him, and half of me. You are the third god now — the bridge.”

My eyes feel like sandpaper. Eish. With my phone in hand, my mind is contemplating on if i should call the one contact I haven’t called in a very long time. Eli Morales. He is an IT contractor. And one of Remy’s guys, but he doesn’t know I’m part of Remy’s problem. I just hit the call button before I can overthink it. The sound of my ringtone feels too loud in my quiet apartment. “Eli?” I say when he picks up, with my voice as low as possible. “It’s Dana Sosa, Remy’s friend.”