Novel & Cerita Novel Aresha

As one of my best books, I never stopped reading it and to my younger self, it felt very useful, although many thought of it as fiction. Maybe I did too, until now that I wanted it to actually be real. “Virellion Thasra - Awaken from slumber, little one and breathe again. Come closer to the binding light and feel the life in front of you. Don't fade away.” I whispered in a low voice. The cat purred gentler, as it tried to open its eyes now. “Catlythr Thasra!” I shouted, my hands now spread wide to the air as I gazed at the sky.

She insisted again. "Ugh fine" I sigh, throwing the couch pillow at her. We reached the Library and I stroll through the different sections while Amia searches for her new interesting books.I stop and stare at the new section of romance Book.Frowning, I grab one of the book with hockey player on the cover.I have never seen a romance section in the Library.What's this? "Interesting, is it?" A manly familiar voice almost made me drop the book.Almost, not exact.I turned to my left to see Nikona's tall figure standing next to me.I kept the book back on the aisle and turned quickly to leave.

It fell head-first to the ground, I picked it up and got more frightened when a huge amount of ash poured out Oh my goodness. I covered my mouth with my palm, I couldn't behold what I saw, my phone fell to the ground as well. Fear hit me as I watched unblinking as that ash transformed into a naked young man with fiery eyes. Runes similar to the one on the object he was in were on his body. I had lost control of my body. My heart raced, and black ink covered my vision as I stood pinned to that spot. “A child?” Did he just speak to me?

I let out a low moan and forced my eyelids open so that I could see Achilles' and Perseus' faces. There's some pressure on my chest, could someone be doing first aid on me? "That's it, good girl," Perseus whispered as he ran his hand over my face. There's an aura around him, as if the light is trapped and makes him brighter. I want to say how beautiful it is, I want to raise my hand and caress his skin, but it's all so hard and I close my eyes again. I want to rest. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

The servant opened the door and allowed Mikhail to pass through. The small private room was lushly decorated, furnished with leather chairs and a warm fire crackling in the hearth. A lone man with dark brown hair and aristocratic features sat in a chair, reading a newspaper. "Belishaw," Mikhail greeted him. Randolph Belishawor simply Belishaw to his friendsraised his head and grinned. "Been a long time since you came to see me. Still hiding in that little cottage in Cornwall?" Belishaw stood and clasped hands with Mikhail with genuine warmth.

“Kiva, people pay ridiculous amounts of money for worse paintings than these.” I laughed softly—a real laugh, the first one in days. It surprised me how good it felt, like cracking open a window in a stuffy room. Something warm flickered in Ares’s eyes, a quiet pleasure at having coaxed that sound out of me. That was suspicious too. Everything about this man felt layered, like he was always playing a longer game. I moved toward the small desk near the window, where stacks of notebooks waited. Half-finished stories, scattered ideas, characters who felt more real than most people in my life, entire worlds I could escape into. Ares reached for one.

(Ares POV) I entered in the pack and the guards greeted me with warm smiles. I didn’t inform anyone about my arrival because I wanted to give them a surprise. I wanted to see the waves of happiness on their faces, especially my mother’s and brother’s smiles. I happily walked towards the packhouse. I was not a bad-looking person at all. I was 5’9 with blonde hair and baby-blue eyes. Although, I have a well-built body but on the leaner side. I have a narrow waist and a fair complexion. My brother Rowan was a bit different than me as he was quite a looker. He has 6’3 height with light blue eyes but a tan complexion. His hair was dirty brown just like my father's. He was the favorite son of my f

I said, playfully nipping at Arissa’s collarbone. "Tempting." She purred, rubbing herself against me. "But I’m sure Christine is ready for you to return and handle the pack." "She can handle it just fine." I tried, beginning to feel my desire rise. "Just a little." "Nope." In one swift movement, Arissa jumped off of me and landed on the floor. Shooting me a grin, she hurried off into the bathroom to shower and change. When she reemerged, she wore a simple white shirt of mine tucked into brown pants.

For no matter what the enemy could do, as long as they were not deserving, the elixir would never exist in front of them. HER BLOOD was pumping deep inside her as she pushed a slightly ajar door. The door swung and crashed against the wall, earning her a few terrified looks. "M—Miss Lily!" A group of statled nuns rushed to her, although were stopped by the eldest of them. "Miss Lily Alston," she greeted, wearing an amicable smile despite the creases on her brows. "May we help you with your troubles?" Lily Alston breathed heavily and frantically looked around. Seeing none of the familiar small figure she needed to see, she quickly pushed past the nuns and entered the convent's backyard.

The humongous woman left with a sarcastic laugh together with her men. Ara felt her life coming down. But she's not going to stay still. She approached the most calm of all girls with her. She saw a yawning girl who's casually going to go back to sleep in her bed as if she's done this before. "Hey, can I ask you?" "Argh, same old shit," the girl probably a few years younger than Ara mumbled. "What the hell do you need?" Ara knelt beside the girl's bed. "My name is Ara. Where are we?"