The Empty Pot By Demi Novels & Stories

The door to the restroom opens and Demi steps out into my bedroom. “So, what’s it like being back here?” She asked me. “It’s really surreal. I mean… I can’t explain it. It all feels different.” I pick up a book from my nightstand. Its title reads “Journey to the Center of the Earth”. I let out a sarcastic laugh. It used to be my favorite book. Seeing as how I believe I have lived there for the last two plus years it makes me want to burn this damn book. I put the book down and turn to look at Demi.

After freshening up, Julia left the house to meet Diane Morton, Elijah's mother. The server at the cafe approached and asked politely, "What would you like to drink, ma'am?" "Just a glass of water with a slice of lemon, please." Diane snorted disdainfully. "I don't know what my son sees in you. He plays the piano, paints, and enjoys opera. What about you? You have no taste or any understanding of refined culture. Do you two even have anything in common?"

Hilda My lips curled up into a smile. Finally, I would be able to know what is inside the clay pot and why I can’t come closer to it. I would be able to know why the old woman referred to the pot as the blood path. Hilda You can do it. Melt every fear in you and grab the pot already! A familiar voice echoed in my head. The sight of the pot draws me closer and closer. There must be something about the clay pot.

She's starving because she skipped lunch. After she finished heating the pork and beans in the pan, she ate them right away. She washed the dishes and tidied up the kitchen afterward. With nothing to do, she stepped outside the house and breathed fresh air, wondering when her mentor would return home. She's worried that when she gets thirsty she has no blood to drink. She was in that anxious state when Demetria landed in front of her, holding the bag containing squirming chickens. "I bought you three chickens, dear," Demetria said, handing the bag to her.

Penelope practically floated through the front door of Demetria's home. Which was a shocker. Because Penelope Adams never floated this excitedly. She worried and overthought herself into emotional exhaustion and then drank coffee afterward. But tonight? Tonight, there was a strange lightness in her chest that refused to leave. The apartment smelled like garlic bread and tomato sauce, meaning Demetria was either cooking…or setting the kitchen on fire again. “Demi?” Penelope called while slipping off her shoes.

I screamed, the words tearing out of me, and laughed again until tears spilled hot down my cheeks, carving tracks through the dust on my face. The laughter died in my throat as the door swung open. Demi stood framed in the threshold, broad shoulders filling the frame, arms crossed tight over his chest, one ankle hooked over the other. He looked as untouchable as ever arrogant, unyielding, the very picture of a man who owned every inch of ground he walked on. A maid trailed behind him, head bowed, carrying a fresh tray piled high with food. “Who told you to eat that filth?” His voice cut through the silence like a blade.

"Welcome—" The girl's composed smile disappeared the instant our eyes met. Panic flashed across her face. Lowering her gaze, she stammered awkwardly, "W-What would you like to order...?" The moment I looked at her, I knew she was the one. A faint smile curved my lips as I sized her up. "Two egg tarts." She looked innocent and delicate, small enough to seem fragile. I suddenly remembered how Lucas used to tell me that being short was cute.

“Strong One’s new rule: We don’t cover cracks. We name them. Then we live with them.” _4:00 PM_ Silence again. But different. House silence. The silence of people who don’t need noise to feel safe. Elma made coffee. Strong. Black. No sugar. She handed cups to Nathan and Destiny. Kept one for herself. Set a third cup on the empty chair. For Linda. “They’ll say I’m dramatic,” Elma said. “Writing on walls. Talking to an empty chair.” Nathan picked up the cup for Linda, took a sip, set it back down. “Then let them talk. Tough houses have empty chairs for people who can’t be there. Linda’s here in the cup.”

The door to the restroom opens and Demi steps out into my bedroom. “So, what’s it like being back here?” She asked me. “It’s really surreal. I mean… I can’t explain it. It all feels different.” I pick up a book from my nightstand. Its title reads “Journey to the Center of the Earth”. I let out a sarcastic laugh. It used to be my favorite book. Seeing as how I believe I have lived there for the last two plus years it makes me want to burn this damn book. I put the book down and turn to look at Demi.

When the property manager calls me, I'm in the middle of picking out the curtains for my new home while sitting behind my desk. "Ms. Grant, the moving truck hired by your partner is stuck in the underground garage of the apartment. Do you need help dealing with this incident?" My hand, which is clutching the mouse, freezes at that moment. I haven't even received my keys to my new place. How can I possibly be moving my things there now? "But Matthew showed up with the permission slip that you signed and claimed the keys. Right now, he's carrying the bed into the master suite. "He told me that you've given him permission to let your relative, Ms. Rosalie Sullivan, and her child move into