Novel Argantara Novels & Stories

"Oh.. you who last night whined asking again and again, did you forget.. it seems I was squeezed like a horse with you.. you and your lust that exceeds..." Before Argo could continue his sentence, Riri patted his head in annoyance. In the end they agreed to go to Jatora. Argo never heard of Dame again, his friend seemed to be alone in his tent, collecting all the strange and expensive items he came across from traveling merchants. Still with Upuro.

Arthur’s home was located in the northern part of the country, where the weather was pleasant and perfectly suited for a relaxing getaway. He managed various types of plantations, growing both fruits and vegetables, with a major wholesale market located in the capital. Patricia was introduced as his wife. Although she was somewhat taken aback, Arthur told her that things were simple for the people here; many might not understand the peculiar nature of their relationship, so she let it go and played along with the role.

“Don’t you feel it? My body… it’s burning.” Clutching the edge of the table for support, I tried to stop my trembling. “This… this isn’t normal. Something’s wrong…” Argantara gritted his teeth, then suddenly grabbed a glass bottle from the table. Without hesitation, he smashed it, and a sharp shard sliced across his left arm. “Argan!” I screamed in shock. Fresh blood streamed down his arm. He winced, but his gaze grew slightly clearer. “I… need the pain to fight this heat inside me.”