Novel & Cerita Shining Watermelon

The bright red watermelon juice immediately splashed out, spattering across my face. “Did you and Loki do this?” I looked up at her, too shocked to speak. Xia pulled the cucumber out and thrust it violently back into the watermelon again, wielding it like a large knife—pulling it out and stabbing it in repeatedly until the watermelon flesh was completely mashed. The bright red juice splattered everywhere, looking so bloody, so violent. Xia held the cucumber dripping with watermelon juice. “This is his lower part.” Then she pointed to the watermelon. “This is your lower part.” She grabbed my collar. “This is what making love is. Did you two do it?”

I grabbed for something—anything—but my hand slipped on the wet metal. Melissa reached for me. Her fingers glowed white-hot. Just inches away from mine. “Jamal!” A second shockwave erupted, Blinding. Deafening and then everything fell.

I spin, blinded by the water, and my usually great sense of balance lets me down. Ever dropped a melon or a coconut? A head on tiles makes a sound like that. For some reason this thought is uppermost in my mind in the seconds immediately after I fall backwards and crash against the wall. I vaguely realise that Alexis is shouting. My ears don't seem to work properly. It hurts like hell. The water is pink. Water shouldn't be pink. Pink water is bad news, after all. I giggle to myself. Sharks and stuff.

She splashed the cold water against her flushed cheeks, letting the icy drops shock her system into stillness. She took a deep breath and looked down at her reflection in the rippling water. Her face was pale, her dark hair sticking in damp strands against her forehead. But as the water settled, she locked eyes with her own reflection—and froze. Deep within her irises, beneath her natural shade, a sudden spark ignited. For a fraction of a second, her pupils flared into a brilliant, luminescent royal gold. It was a radiant, undeniable light that burned with the absolute authority of a purebred Alpha line.

Jax ran with me, hand in hand, shield flickering around us both, white wolves running with us, Runa and Baba and others, all running toward hole while black flame grew taller behind us and Elder Selene shouted for second branch and Harlan on his island screamed as black smoke touched his burned wrist again and Kaden in village doorway held my mother and shouted my name. We reached fishing hole. White ice over it that I had made with blood. I knelt, claws out, and anointed hole open again, white light melting White ice in circle, opening dark water that steamed even though air was freezing, water that glowed faintly blue like glowing fish, water that smelled like snow and moon and Mara hands

I emphasized, correcting her as I rubbed my grumbling stomach. She frowned, her brows knitting together in thought. "But you need to eat something," she said gently. "Let me bring you something else." "Do you have fruits? Watermelon, maybe?" I asked, my eyes lighting up at the thought of my favourite fruit. "Watermelon?" she echoed, a little surprised, but nodded. "I'll see what I can find."

When he finished, Grey furrowed his brow as the water tasted sweet. "The water is sweet?" "Yes. I added some sugar. It's good for blood sugar, boosts performance and energy," Amora said with a smile. Then, Amora approached Grey, flashing a seductive smile. "Drink it all, Grey," Amora softly commanded, making Grey comply with her request. He drank the water until it was finished. Amora took the glass, placing it back on the nightstand. Grey remained standing, waiting for Amora to leave the room. Still, instead of exiting, Amora sat on the edge of the bed.

What lay before her was an unexpected courtyard bathed in soft light, pools of luminescent water dotting the stone floor, casting dancing reflections on the ancient walls that loomed high around her. Amelia approached cautiously, the shimmering surface of the pools entrancing her with their glow—a celestial blue that pulsated like a heartbeat, drawing her nearer with an irresistible allure. A tingling sensation danced along her fingertips as she hovered just above the water’s edge, marveling at how the liquid seemed to swirl with life beneath the surface.

“I didn’t say anything to you.” “You said it near me,” he offered helpfully. I groaned and splashed the water in his direction, not that it did any good. Maela covered her mouth to hide her laugh. Traitor. But then something shifted. The water around me began to glow—soft and pale, like moonlight trapped just beneath the surface. It shimmered, dancing over my skin in quiet pulses. Maela drew in a breath. “You’re glowing.” I looked down, startled. As soon as I focused on it, the light dimmed—like it got shy, or maybe just didn’t like being seen.

Shiningbliss felt like a lie the wine was daring me to believe. I tilted the cup slightly. “Shiningbliss,” I repeated in a low tone. “Sounds too pretty for something from the Black Market.” Lucan nodded before his lips curved in a faint smile. “That’s because it isn’t from here. It’s made in the Emperor’s court. It’s distilled from lotus seed, honey, licorice root, ginger, cinnamon, and whisky, instead of filtered water. It warms the body, clears the mind, strengthens the Core, and...” He paused, his dark, intense gaze focusing on me. “...loosens one’s guard.”