Novel & Cerita The One Within

One could hardly live without them for long. All of us carry demons within us, some unleash them some hold against them as long s they could. The watch on my wrist told me that it was half past one. I walked towards the room that had been locked because of my orders. There are many rooms in the west wing. I could take anyone if necessary but not this.

Without hesitation, Rama immediately chased after Ririn, "Beib, wait!" Zeva and her boyfriend could only shake their heads. "Why are you here? How did you get here?" Zeva asked, expressing her curiosity. "I have a Doraemon door that can go anywhere, Dear. And... do you know what? I've implanted a chip in your body, so I can track your whereabouts anytime, anywhere." "Zero, I'm not joking,” said Zeva seriously. Zero, who had been grinning, also turned serious and said, “This is what is called Zero Hour, Dear.”

"Where is this place?" Kimberly whispered to Claire immediately they were alone. The man had led them to a dark room inside of the many buildings in the academy. She have never been there before. "This is London's inner chamber, it's where he punishes students according to their crimes," Claire replied. "I've always heard rumors about this place but I've not been here before," she added. Kim suddenly felt bad, Claire is the kind of girl that enjoys staying hidden and not being a regular face anywhere.

Her skin glows with divine light, and her presence is overwhelming in a way that feels both familiar and sacred. “Silvara?” I ask breathlessly, reaching toward her before awkwardly stopping mid-motion. “Wait… that sounds weird. I mean… are you—me?” She smiles softly, nodding. “Yes. And no. I’m the you within. The part you’ve never fully met until now.” My hand trembles. “You’re my inner self…” She rises, floating a little above the ground, barefoot and graceful, ethereal. “You’ve crossed into the in-between, Anika. A place between spirit and shadow. You’re not dead, but you’re not entirely living either. Not yet.”

“No. It’s everywhere. It’s inside the space between thoughts, between heartbeats, between us. And now… it’s choosing to understand.” Ines blinked. “So… it’s alive?” Elena pressed the shard against her chest once more. “Yes. And for the first time, I think it knows what that means.”

Said Lex. “So, you’re a teenager with glowing eyes and a shiny ball of energy in your chest?” Aeden said. “By your standards yes that’s what I am.” Lex said. “Then it’s you I see in the mirror. And you said this was a dream?” Aeden asked. “Yea. Every night for the past month I fall asleep and start to have a dream within a dream and ‘puff’ I’m you.” Lex said. “A month huh? Well I guess I know where the hot flashes are coming from. If you’re in my body I can probably feel the heat your ‘Core’ gives off.” Aeden said.

He leans down, his lips a hair's width away from mine. Using my hands, I press against his chest, my eyes searching his wildly. "Okay, but we can only do this once," I breathe heavily. He smirks like the devil. "You think you can just moan my name once, Rae?" Dear God, give me strength. My head presses into the pillow, my eyes squeezing shut to the point I see stars dancing behind my eyelids, and a powerful warmth rips through every one of my limbs as I lose my breath.

“Alaric’s up in the gym. Come on, I’ll take you up.” Aaron led me into the firehouse and through the maze of hallways to a closed door. “Here it is,” he smiled a bit nervously as he pointed toward the door. “He’s in here.” I nodded as he hesitated a moment before turning and leaving. I grabbed the door handle and slowly pushed it open. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Rock music blasted in the small room filled with workout equipment. Alaric laid on a bench on his back, lifting a dumbbell with weights up and down.

“Only one who has burned… and been reborn.” Aryn stepped forward. “I’m the voice,” she said. “The flame echoes through me. I’ve heard of her.” The door pulsed once. Lyra stepped up next. “If this is a vault of memory—I remember things no one else dares.” The door did not answer. Then Nyrah stepped forward and the bone… trembled. Inside Nyrah, something shifted. Not just a memory, a presence. Not an echo of the god, but the god herself. She heard her again—not above, not around, but within:

But none of that mattered. Right now, all that existed was Christian’s hands on my body and the fierce, overwhelming need to lose myself in him completely. Tonight, in this quiet corner of the library, I was going to let him remind me exactly who I belonged to. And I was going to remind him right back.