Ocean Vuong: Books Novels & Stories

This story may be triggering for some. It does have the title of B D S M so please beware. Bad language, and even darker sexual themes than the first one and other stuff that may offend you. You have been warned. Prologue Fog is creeping over the dark watery landscape. A small boat cutting through the water isn't the only noise to be heard. Small splashes from fish, frogs and other inhabitants color the air. Crickets and frogs hum, calling their mates. Mosquito's buzz through the air trying to find skin to feast on. Even though it's the darkest part of the night, the air is warm. It's spring, but the driver is sweating from exertion. Here in South Florida, the weather doesn't make many drast

She glanced around, then moved silently toward a small staircase that led to the second floor. There were three doors up there. One of them was slightly open. “Huh?” she murmured, stepping closer. She peeked in and saw it was a study. A smile curled on her lips as she slipped inside. The room was lined with two tall shelves, one on each side. A desk and chair sat neatly in the center. “So he does read, huh?” she whispered with admiration as she strolled to one of the shelves and pulled out a book. Night Sky with Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong.

Elena's POV The ocean at dawn was a bruised purple, a vast, restless expanse of violet and indigo that seemed to bleed into the horizon. The waves arrived with a rhythmic, shushing sound, licking the white sands of the Vane private estate with a clinical persistence that made the rest of the world—the glass towers, the shouting headlines, the frantic pace of Manhattan—feel like a distant, flickering memory.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

Caitlin sat in her large room in Dunvegan in Castle at a writing desk, looking out the window at the sunset sky. She examined the torn page McCleod had given her, holding it up to the light. She slowly ran her fingertips along the embossed, Latin letters. They looked and felt ancient. The entire page was so beautifully and intricately designed, and she marveled at the intricate colors along the paper’s edges. Back then, she realized, books were made to be works of art in and of themselves.

She gasped at the enormous size of the place she was. She saw many items in there but one thing caught her sight. It was a shelf of books. Reading was one of Oceana's favourite thing, and seeing a secret mini library in this tunnel made her happy that she forgot about the sword that was taken away from her by deceit. She walked closer to the library and saw a book CREED OF STORIES UNTOLD. She grabbed the book, and a creeking sound was heard. Soon, the shelf divided into two and she saw a large glass tube. She walked inside and noticed that the glass tube contained a dagger.

"Please don't cry… It hurts me to see you like this." Perhaps he had loved me, I thought. But it didn't matter now. We had already reached the point of no return. Rain lashed down at midnight, yet Gabriel was still outside. He didn't have an umbrella, and he didn't seek shelter from the rain. He just stood stubbornly in the storm. I looked at his soaked figure through the peephole. He had been just as drenched the day he pulled me out of the ocean. Even so, I held firm and didn't let him inside.

MOON'S POV:- When I opened my eyes again, Ocean was not by my side. She was hugging Vivian tightly and sobbing. My heart clenched seeing her crying like that. But I knew I could not interfere. They both had longed for each other. It was a mother daughter reunion. I stood up and Vivian opened her arms for me as well. I smiled and went to her. She hugged us both together. She held us tightly. It felt so good to know that I and Ocean were born mated. But still I had some questions inside my head.