Sonnets 129 Novels & Stories

Emily clutched Jason's hand tightly as Sonia closed her eyes, raised both hands slightly over the stone, and began to chant in a voice that was steady but carried an ancient strength: "Spirits of the past and shadowed truth, Guardians of the spellbound youth, Unveil the path from dark to flame, Show me the heart who dares proclaim. Eyes of fire and blood-stained night, Reveal the thief who holds cursed might. By root, by sky, by bone, by tree, Unlock the gate and let me see." A soft wind stirred inside the room, though no windows were open. The dust began to lift in the air and circle around Sonia. Her hands trembled slightly as she continued:

Wi' nocht but clouds and hills to hear me, And when the world to rest was laid I'd watch for dawn and wish her near me, Till one by one the stars were gone, The moor-cock to his mate called clearly, And daylight glinted on the burn Where red-deer cross at mornin' early. The sweet, almost mournful tone tugged at Joanna's heart. The years are long, the work is sair, And life is aftimes wae and wearie, Yet Foyer's flood shall cease to fall Ere my love fail until my dearie. I'd loved her then, I loved her now, And could the world wad be without her.

Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals Ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, And the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken Was the whispered word, "Lenore!" This I whispered, and an echo Murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

"You'll regret this." His face was a thundercloud as he spat the words. "You won't last a week alone in New York before you come crying to me for protection!" I was trembling with rage. As we stood there, locked in a standoff, the door was suddenly pushed open. Isabella walked in, holding a small black velvet box. "Soren, you left your cufflinks at my place." She opened the box, revealing a pair of platinum cufflinks. They were the engagement gift I had given Soren.

I brought up the past on purpose, as those were the moments Elton wished to forget—the ones that he felt the most humiliated by. He grabbed my collar and pulled me closer. Then, he lifted me and tossed me onto the bed. He was furious, and his kiss was rough and angry. I could feel my lip splitting under his teeth. I snapped, "Elton, what the hell is wrong with you? Don't touch me. You're disgusting!" However, that only made him angrier. He bit down on me, hard, and growled, "Hedy, would it kill you to just show a little softness with me? Do you have any idea how many years I've been kept waiting?

Dante wondered to himself, looking around, Sebastian's hand still in his but he's gotten oblivious of it. "They are not. They are just stinky rich. They are the second richest family on the island." Fred whispered to Dante. If they are the second, I wonder how rich the first would be, Dante thought to himself. Dante looked down, finally noticing Sebastian's hand in his. He pulled his hand away abruptly, looking around.