Shining Watermelon Novels & Stories

“ Let's have watermelon. This is the fresh one!” Oh! I thought he would say something stupid again. Hope he won't try to lie to me. I walk towards him, minding the distance. He sits on outside, letting me sit in the tent. Thankfully he looks considerate about it. Because sun burns me. I hate the sunlight. Truly the watermelon is sweet and juicy. The wind, the sound of waves, everything is the best for the late-summer. “Shall we grill some seafood? After that we will go for a walk!” He says pushing the plate of watermelon slices to me.

After placing the table cloths on the tables and positioning the centerpieces that Luna had chosen, I started placing the food on the tables. After emptying the cart, I took out two huge platters from the cabinets and I placed them next to the sink. I put a straining cover over the sink and sat the virgin watermelon on top of it. I quartered it lengthwise, then sliced each quarter into one inch slices. I arranged them onto the tray and put a “non-alcohol” label on the platter. I sat that back into the spare refrigerator to stay cool until it is almost time for the ball to start. I took out two of the drunken watermelons and did the same thing. I taped a “drunken” label onto the platter and a

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

My reflection stared back, tired eyes, pale skin, the faintest trace of a scar across my jaw. “I’m still here,” I whispered. “Is that enough?” No answer. Only the water rippling, disturbed by wind. And then, light. It was faint, almost imperceptible at first. The surface shimmered gold, a warm pulse beneath the sunlight. I blinked, leaning closer. For a split second, it wasn’t my reflection staring back. It was hers. Rain. Her eyes glowing that molten shade, her expression calm, almost proud. “Go on,” she said soothingly a second time.

Except tonight, the sky above it was still empty. No moon. No light. Only reflection. Emry’s breath trembled as she stepped closer to the shore. The water glimmered faintly, though no light touched it. Ripples spread across the surface, and in their wake, silver began to bloom. A reflection. Her eyes widened. There — deep within the water’s glassy depths — shone a perfect, luminous full moon. It shouldn’t have been there. It couldn’t have been. Yet the reflection glowed brighter with each heartbeat, casting light that painted her skin in liquid silver. The hum roared through her chest, filling her lungs with heat and air that wasn’t air.

The sparkling water rippled and the rings began to glow. The world around me exploded into light. It was as if the moon itself had descended, enveloping me in its ethereal glow. I was momentarily blinded, and when I finally managed to blink away the spots dancing in my vision, I found myself encased in what looked like a giant, pearlescent bubble.

I suddenly felt the need to feast my human eyes on every inch of her, but as I shifted back, I noticed something indescribable. "What the fuck?!" I shouted, processing how it was possible that her skin was literally reflecting the moonlight. I jumped into the water and was in front of her just a few heartbeats later. "Do you mind telling me why the skin on your back shines like a fucking moon?"

"The moon invited the silver wolves? That's perfect! I'll take you to your table." On the table, a mini-fountain of fruit drink is flowing and we pick our own glasses to scoop. Sherizzah mixed a piece of tablet in my drink and I haven't tasted it yet when the extreme spice of the water's scent itched my throat. "It's a special mint to make strong drinks. That might itch your throat and leave you hoarse later," she informed, and then whispered, "But just pretend that your throat hurts throughout the celebration." "What? Why—?"

The inside was silver and steaming. “You're kidding. Is that smoking?” “It's the juice, don't worry. Try it.” Aurora hesitantly brought it to her mouth. A cold liquid ran down her chin before she even took a bite. The taste was... impossible to explain. Sweet like honey, sour like lemon, with a hint of mint. She gasped. “This is good. Like, really good.” Samira smiled, satisfied. “Most fruits here have healing or stimulating properties. Some just nourish, others strengthen. This one, for example, clears the mind. It helps when you're anxious.”

The sweet, fresh scent of watermelon was heavy in the air, and my fingers itched to grab the one he’d just cut. He straightened, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, then held out a slice red and dripping, juice already trailing down his wrist. “Here. First bite of the season. Best when it’s hot out.” I took it from him, my fingers brushing his. A jolt ran up my arm like he’d pressed something hotter than the sun into my skin. I lifted the fruit to my mouth, biting into the cool, sweet flesh. Juice spilled over my lip, down my chin.