Novel & Cerita Sixteen Candles

He managed to line up his seven rainbow candles on the ground, around the generals, fighters, and knights from West Medicine Land. “Hah??? What candles are these?” The generals, soldiers, as well as fighters were terribly horrified standing at the brink of their quietuses. “They’ll burn you to ashes... I’m sorry... Really and really sorry...” smirked Virando intensely cynically.

ill came out of nowhere sending chills down Ariel's body. " What nonsense are you talking about? I have other responsibilities to take care of" " Whatever. Rest for now and reserve your energy for the introduction ceremony tonight. Other members of the coven will be glad to see you especially Dino" Selena smiled and exited the room. " What bullshit and who's Dino? Could it be he's my dad?"Ariel asked herself as she try to recall if she had heard that name anywhere before. Two teenage girls walked into the room. They had a Calabash in their hand and one thing Ariel noticed among the people here is that they all have dark lips. Their dark hair falling down to their waists. They wore mascara an

“Brad just got the table set up.” “That’s good.” He set the bags down. “Okay, Anne, before you get to take off your clothes and turn yourself over to my magic touch, I want you to set some candles out around the room. There are half a dozen of them—find places that feel right to you.” “Feel right?” Anne took the basket filled with candles he handed to her. “I didn’t picture you as the New Age sort, Cain.” He laughed. “I’m not, really, but I do know that candlelight is relaxing, and these have a mild vanilla scent that can calm anyone.”

The first thing I noticed was the soft orange glow coming from inside the room. On further inspection, I noticed four lit candles, two on each bedside table, creating an inviting atmosphere. No other lights were on in the room, and I knew Felix wouldn't want me to turn them on. That was when the scent of the candles hit me, and I literally gasped. Lilac scented candles.

There was a bottle of expensive vintage wine on top and a pair of tall wine glasses. On the left side of the formal table, a couple of steps away from it, stood another round table. But it was taller and a bit narrower than the first one. This table was used for displaying pastries or desserts during formal occasions. On top of it stood a three-layered white cake, decorated with yellow, purple, orange, and pink lilies. Surrounding the edges of the cake were light pink candles—twenty-four of them in total. The frown on my forehead deepened. Did Grey prepare this for me? A hesitant voice whispered inside my head. The twenty-four candles surrounding the cake indicated my age, and the lilies dec

But that’s not the part that gets to me. The part that really steals my breath is the ambiance ahead of us. Red candles. Dozens of them. They light up a bunch of steps that look like they lead up to the roof. Turn our skins an ethereal shade of gold. “Where is this?” I ask, fascinated by the soft glow of the romantic candles. “Why are there so many candles? What’s happening Aiden?” “How about we go find out?” That’s not the answer I want but it sure makes me more curious. Unable to bear the suspense anymore, I climb up the steps and push the door open.

As they moved, they often sang in high tremulous voices that Iris could only understand if she peered at the world through her eyelids as if in a dream. Today they talked about the weather, how the damp was wilting their wings, and about the three purple candles on the third highest tier. They tasted weird, like honey and clover and tears, sang a group of colorful Candlekin with double wings and shiny skin. Sighing, Iris chastised the group of iridescent dragonfly-like youths. The new votives were vigils for the Sandalmur boys who were born with their eyes closed and tiny hands cold. Lady Sandalmur herself had set and lit the candlesticks, pale and trembling and out of bed despite Doctor Fre

Leaning on the countertop as she walked over to her kitchen table. She manages to light some candles as she places them around the house in different areas of importance. She leaves 3 burning candles in the kitchen on each end of the counters and one in the window for Ross so that he makes it back to her in good health. Then she takes two of the candlesticks and puts them in the living room, and then one in the half bath downstairs.

I sat sideways so I was now facing him while he helped me adjust on the bike. It was a first-class view on the beautiful features of his face that I somehow failed to miss at our first encounter. He had long eyelashes, his eyebrow had a slit, and a strand of his hair lay loosely on his forehead. I absentmindedly brushed it, the connection waking a sensation inside me. This made Zev slowly look up and our faces were only inches from each other. His hot breath that smelled of scotch, mint, and cigarette fanned my nose. I felt intoxicated with the dangerously close proximity we were in.

The existence of time has been erased from my mind as I lay here on the cold steel of the autopsy table with my hands against my lower abdomen in a self-soothing attempt to shield my unborn child from the horrors that await us both. I stare at the flickering flame of the candle against the wall as the magic that gives it life keeps it from burning down. Just gazing upon its warm glow reminds me of how much I have lived to see. Almost two thousand years ago, candles were used to measure time. The wax measured 30cm long with 12 perfectly spaced markings down the length of the wax. Each marking measured 20 minutes, with the candle’s entire length taking 4 hours to burn. 6 candles were usually u