Nami Swan Artinya Novels & Stories

DAELYN’S POV; “I’m the black swan.” He said and we gasped. “W-What?” I asked, stumbling back in shock. “What the hell do you mean?” Natalya growled as she got closer to him. “I mean my name is Hei Schwan, my name means black swan. I’m not the assassin Black swan.” He snickered and I hit him hard with the books in my hand. If he pulls a dumb trick like this again, I’m murdering him.

I think of the pull to the lake—the voice that kept calling me that evening. “The Great Migration– a home they must return to, a calling they cannot ignore. They are strong flyers, protective parents. They hate dirt and corruption.” I begin to get frustrated. I am not finding what I'm looking for. I had a terrible nightmare last night. I saw a lot of swans falling into a red lake. I am worried so I keep searching. Then finally, “Swans find their mate the evening they get a mate scent and a mate call-–the mate call pulls them to meet and acknowledge each other.

He had become even more reserved than before, yet his methods grew increasingly ruthless, turning him into a living demon feared by everyone in the business world. Rumor said he remained faithful to his deceased wife by staying alone to this day. However, whenever I saw those so-called faithful headlines, I only found them absurd. One day, after training, the director of the ballet academy came looking for me. “Clara, your talent and discipline are undeniable. The academy is going on a world tour, and we want you as the principal dancer for The Dying Swan.” I froze, my heart pounding violently in my chest. Becoming a principal dancer had once been a dream so distant that it felt unreachable.

Herman yelled at Varz. “Hey, it would be a waste if I didn’t, wouldn’t it?” Varz replied. “Can you send it to me?” Herman was blushing. “Nani!” Varz swore. “What a weeb!” Herman said casually. “Weeb, ndas keleng!” Varz swore. The swearing words that came out from Varz mouth are the swearing expressions in Balinese. Yup, "Nani" is one of them. “But, is it possible that Kartika loves the likes of Alfi?” Herman asked.

His small hands clutched at my clothes, his eyes brimming with tears. "Mommy, I didn’t… I didn’t do anything wrong." His voice cracked. "She broke my LEGO on purpose, and then she called me a love child… She said we don’t belong in our own house!" "Ryder Quinn!" Michael’s roar shook me. "Lying at your age already? Nina was just curious. She barely touched your LEGO. And you twist it into something like this to slander her? Looks like if I don’t teach you a lesson today, you’ll never learn."

Two years later at a TV studio for the show “One” Norway. “Hello, everyone. We are here today to interview the world-famous model Silje Kim. Oh, there she is, walking out. Do you see her? She has arrived right on time for her interview. The audience is turning around to get a glimpse of her. Yes, that’s right. Beautiful long black hair, calm black eyes, exotic features, and a gorgeous body. She was one of the top Asian models in New York until recently when she retired after getting married. She wrote an autobiography titled ‘The Swan’ which is receiving enormous attention from the public. In her book, Silje Kim talks about the terrible racism she experienced in her youth, going through an a