Novel & Cerita More Than A Body

Handsomely good. “You have another mission and this time, it is not for me but for you.” She looked at him. “I don’t need anything.” “A lie. Your body. We both knew that the body that you are using right now will expire. You need to find another body. I thought it would be tiresome if I would find you another body so it's time to use your own body instead.” “What are you saying? My body was already decomposed.” There was even a tomb made for her.

"Does it ever go back to how it was before? The body, I mean." Elena's expression softened with understanding. "Not exactly the same," she admitted candidly. "But back to a new normal, yes. It is different but still strong, still capable of pleasure and function and beauty. Our bodies tell the story of our journey—the children we've carried, the life we've created." I sighed as I kissed Lucas's head, but I feared I would stay huge, and Liam would leave me.

"I know, but... I really missed you both. Can you please call Henry." "He doesn't want to meet you. He demands that you go back. Stay with Claire and avenge our death. Better still, do not come asking about us. We are already long forgotten. We would only reunite at the appointed time but as for you, you are not supposed to be here that is the logic here." "Now move to that entrance." Abi was commanded. "You need a new body though. It would no longer be like a mundane humans body. The body I will give is extremely powerful. You will only have to get a hang of it."

I saw his face inching to the side, watching every crease and dot on my face. “Do you know what your body wants?” He asked. “Food,” I said. “No. It wants security, warmth, love, and pleasure. It wants everything, all at once, and even then it won't be content. The body is easy to read, all the tells it has, to show just what it wants at that moment,” he drew lines over my leg with his fingers.

“I’ve seen a lot of them.” My stomach clenched. “They’re completely powerless,” he continued matter-of-factly. “Very powerless. We often imagine death as suffering, but in reality, once life leaves the body, the discomfort stops. The only problem is the smell.” He paused. “But once it’s properly buried, even that disappears. Forever.” My heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t talking about corpses out of mere curiosity. He was talking about me. About what might happen if I went too far. I sat up and forced myself to speak. “Is that why you brought me here?” I asked. "To lecture me about bodies?"

Samantha stood in the middle of the forest, her body trembling as she gazed down at her hands. They were no longer human hands. Instead, they were covered in thick, dark fur, and ended in sharp claws. Her clothes had shredded apart, and she was naked except for a pair of shorts that barely held up against her newly formed muscular legs. The moon was full, and its glow seemed to intensify the changes she was going through. Samantha had never thought she would become a werewolf, but life had a way of surprising her.

Warms and impatient lips against mine had me snapping out of the trance-like state I was in but it was too late. His lips pushed and prodded against mine, seeking an entrance. My body began to heat up as his mouth and tongue became one with mine. The taste of alcohol filled my tongue and the kiss became so dirty, I was unable to stop the moan that escaped my lips. I have never been touched like this. Nobody knew but I was a virgin and this was not how I planned to lose mine but my body seemed to disagree. Somehow, my body went plaint against him as he had his way with me.

“Isn’t it scary how our bodies are like machines? If something vital no longer works or is damaged, we can’t be repaired… life is… a chance. Who knows whose machinery will stop working or get a malware or malfunction or give up entirely…” “Are you really comparing the human body to a computer?” he asks, cocking a brow. “I am. And it’s fitting since we are at a hospital.” He sighs. “Yeah, and that’s why I need you to take care of your body, because you have a higher chance of getting damaged than I do.” I raise an eyebrow. “Right, and that’s why you're holding me so gently still? You wouldn’t treat a werewolf woman like this, now would you?”

"Not you alone. Both of us. Together. Connected in a way that transcends the usual limitations of physical form." I studied the painting, and I could see exactly what he meant. The two figures in the image weren't quite separate entities… they seemed to exist in a state of partial merging, their boundaries blurring where they touched. It was beautiful and disturbing in equal measure. "Is this what's happening to us?" I asked. "Are we actually merging at a cellular level?"

"Wait, that doesn't mean you will not occupy that body anymore?" I need to make sure that she will not occupy it anymore and that I will no longer have another issue like that before. "I told you, right? I also don't know how I can occupy that body. But I promise you that I will try my best not to do it, and if ever I do it, I will find a way to get out of it as soon as possible. Because you are right, I am not the owner of that body anymore, and it is wrong for me to occupy it and still insist that I am still the owner of that body. But can I ask you a favor?"