Novel Erisca Febriani Novels & Stories

Aria spun. Riri — no, Eris — stood there, barely clothed, her long black with a violet or wine - red shimmer, even cascading shadowy curls with a dark - lavender gloss hair draped across her shoulders like chains. Deep purple eyes stared into Aria like she wanted to consume her from the inside out. And yet she looked wounded. Not just jealous. Devastated. Aria blinked, confused. "Riri…?" "You let her touch you," Eris whispered, stepping forward, bare feet silent on the wet dream - floor. "You let her taste you. My love… how could you?"

Dara says, pushing the door open and witnessing our little moment. "Dara you can come ——-" Ere says, but falls on deaf ears, as Dara scurries away, as if witnessing a sin. The click of the door shutting behind her echoes louder than it should, and suddenly, the room feels far too quiet. Ere exhales slowly, willing her pulse to calm, and quickly gathers the scattered papers on her desk. Her hands move faster than necessary, stacking documents, shifting files, anything to distract herself. But her fingers betray her, trembling faintly as she presses them against the cool surface of the desk.

Eriska complained. "Well, I feel that too," Frans responded while driving. "We have the same instinct," Eriska said, praising Frans. "Hahahaha, you kidding me, Miss, don't fit all the things in," Frans said. "I'm not kidding, it's true, isn't it?" Eriska felt so stress. Erika Ciptaning Diva, 20 years old. Two years ago, in July 2014, she was successfully graduated from vocational high school, Photography Semesta in Malang.

Gabriel was trying not to lose his temper, and I had to keep reminding myself why we needed this fae. I led him through the halls and up the stairs to Eris’s chambers. The room had been changed—darker now, as the curtains were drawn, and the air felt lighter. Eris was on the bed, her body was so still, and her face was pale and hollow. Her eyes were empty, staring at nothing. Her skin was almost transparent, stretched too thin over her bones. “She looks terrible,” I whispered, feeling a lump rise in my throat. Sibil stepped closer, then tilted his head to the side and shrugged. “What’s the big deal? She looks fine.”

Eros sighed, and I nodded. As we headed up the stairs, he turned to me and said, “Erin is a Clurichaun, a solitary fairy that asked me for a job many years ago, and she is feisty and can cause mischief especially after she is deep in her cups, so be leery about roaming around late at night because that is when she indulges in her whiskey. I believe that she's already into her cups.” “Okay,” I replied and watched Samson rush past our feet shouting excuse me.

“I was so worried when you didn’t answer your phone, Eris.” Faro frowned as Sihana watched the interaction with a sad look on her face. He loosened the girl’s arms and stepped away from her. “I’m Faro.” The girl sucked in her breath sharply and backed away from him. “Where’s Eris?” “Who are you and what’s your connection to my brother?” Faro asked her instead of answering. “My name is Bianca,” she said softly and glanced at the door. “Where is Eris?” “Are you a new hire my brother was cozying up with?” Faro’s gaze was filled with disdain and Sihana stood up from her desk. The glare she gave Faro spoke volumes.

Even so, Feby continued to look at her cell phone. “Hello!” she greeted them. “Hello. Who is this with?” [“Are you Feby?”] “Yes,” Feby replied quickly. [“Can we meet? I'm Widya. Ares' first wife.”] ***

Frias… Frias… Just wait and see… It’s still too early to determine who is cleverer and who is stupider… I’ve already succeeded in separating Erito and Eriwan by using these Renata Limidius and Helen Angsani. Erito and Eriwan mustn’t get back together again. They mustn’t love and adore each other again. Their loves and feelings towards each other are intensely and extraordinarily strong. Definitely, I can’t defeat and outsmart the power of their loves and feelings towards each other. If they get back together again, it’ll be absolutely difficult for me to infiltrate and insinuate into that Frias & Friends Museum, and will be much more complicated to steal those Crudus’ violins away.

Aria spun. Riri — no, Eris — stood there, barely clothed, her long black with a violet or wine - red shimmer, even cascading shadowy curls with a dark - lavender gloss hair draped across her shoulders like chains. Deep purple eyes stared into Aria like she wanted to consume her from the inside out. And yet she looked wounded. Not just jealous. Devastated. Aria blinked, confused. “Riri…?” “You let her touch you,” Eris whispered, stepping forward, bare feet silent on the wet dream - floor. “You let her taste you. My love… how could you?”

Eris arrived and the two women separated right away. "S-She was snooping around your things. I had to stop her!" Elisa defended right away before Iris could say anything. Damn her! Eris glared at her. She was hurt when he gave that look as if she is a criminal. No matter what defense she could do Eris has the higher authority and no one listens to a nobody like her. They settled down in the living room sitting opposite from each other. Elisa started on her fake crying acting gaining pity from the people inside the room. Illiana was disgusted at the poor imitation.