Novel & Cerita Novel River Oaks

he asked. I nodded with a smile, then took another sip. "Sharon made it." River cracked a grin. He then took his share, sipping quite a lot. "Not bad," he commented. I shook my head and walked over to the small shelf above the fireplace. My fingers sorted through the books until they settled on an orange-covered book with the words XXX XXX XXX written on it. I bring it back to the sofa, keeping River company as he returns to his tablet. A few minutes later, our cups were empty, and my heart was suddenly beating faster than it should. I put the book down on my lap, then looked up at River, who I could tell from the look on his face that he was also feeling strange in his body.

"I have my eyes on you" I scoffed. What is it with this witch? Her eyes on me? I can't believe her gut. But then again, what does Jo's mean. "I know what happens beneath The Oak." The compound was popularly known as The Oak. We have the Lady of the oak who was Sumaya, as well as the princes of the Oak. The servants and the slaves of the Oak who were also known as the Oak's commodity. But how could anyone claim to know what happens beneath The Oak? It sounds absurd. Especially the fact that their couldn't be anything beneath the plantation or the numerous chambers.

He yells as he turns back and runs. We shift and run through the streets. Wes links River. ‘River?! There’s a new player on the field and he’s fucking pissed!’ ‘What?! What did you do?!’ He linked back. As we run through the streets, Kay-Os is snapping red wolves in half and tossing them like garbage. Can’t really disagree. River is at the head the pack of soldiers running down the main street. ‘Who the hell is that?’ He skids to a stop as we join him.

A group of burly men huddled in a corner, their conversation filled with booming laughter and the clinking of tankards. A young couple sat by the window, a lone woman in a worn traveling cloak sipped her tea with a book propped open in front of her. It was a rather pleasing scene for River considering how much she had been tucked away in the De La Morts mansion for years. Her eyes nearly stung with tears, being in the middle of a normal and regular daily life. This was why Rain seemed fascinated by everything around her. It was because they were new discoveries that she didn't know existed.

I spun around, and River was leaning against the door frame. “Selling my cows?” River asked and arched a brow. “To an excellent buyer. This way, you don't have to deal with an auction. It might pay out more too. You never know.” “It doesn't matter what you do, legs. You're not going to fucking save this place. Please, wrap your head around that,” River barked. He stepped forward. “What?” A high-pitched voice came from behind River. River spun around. I walked around the desk to peek around him, and there she was, his now eighteen-year-old sister. Willow had long, straight black hair and blue eyes. She looked like River, but she was an inch shorter than me.

THE CODEX ASHES POV: Ceres, Xavier, Child Witness (Unnamed) The River Lira—Where the Flame First Sang The sky wore grey like silk, looking a little foggy. A soft wind moved through the high trees, rustling leaf and root alike, as if nature itself were holding its breath. The waters of the River Lira, once the silent witness to bloodlines and broken pacts, flowed smooth and unhurried—carrying the weight of things too sacred to speak aloud.

Hart suddenly asks out of nowhere. I turn, "...what?" "I've been thinking about it." "..." "..." "...Hart." I pinch the space between my brows. "What?" "Don't. Just, don’t. Please." Half a cocktail and you’re like this? I swallow a laugh. A while later, we arrive at Oakswood. "This is a big house. You’re indeed rich.” She makes an obvious comment as we make our way inside. Oakswood sits on the quieter edge of Westside, tucked behind rows of maple trees and overlooking the lake. It isn't flashy from the outside despite its size. Just stone walls, warm lights, and wide glass windows.

The only way to be safe was to leave the pack, so Odin guided us through the safest route to the pack boundary. When we finally reached our destination, I saw River crouching on the grass. My footsteps slowed to a halt as we stood behind him, watching him carefully pluck a flower from the ground. I placed Fawn near the wolf before I approached him. But River sensed my presence as I took a few steps closer. "Aqua? Is that you?" He squinted his eyes and rose to his full height. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"

M O N G R E L 🌷 Alexander sat upon the cool metal bench, his trousers soaking up the damp morning dew, as he overlooked the woods. Darkness had not long surrendered to the light, yet he could see the thick grey clouds that were cast over the sky. Against the noise of the birds that were welcoming the new day, the gentle murmur of the river water can only just be heard. For all its serenity there was more danger in its swirling depths that the trees behind. The river was tainted; no longer an abyss of black, nor did it appear blue. Instead it looked metallic grey, glistening as the occasional spear of light pierced through the clouds and danced over the surface.

River asks “You just have to imagine a wall or something solid to stop your thoughts from being heard” Realm tells her. River tries to think of a wall and imagines the one that surrounds her house. “Okay done!” she says. She hears something that sounds very close to a laugh from Realm. “Solid! The one you imagined is half a wall and half iron railing” Realm tells her. “Ah,yes, got it solid, as in Fort Knocks” River answers imagining a thick wall with huge iron locks securing it.