Novel & Cerita Unsur Intrinsik Novel Mariposa

"I still remember how carefully you held that little fox in your hands. Your eyes were sparkling. You were so beautiful. You didn't realize I liked you back then. You didn't pick up on any of my hints." "I was going crazy, but I didn't dare tell you directly. I just comforted myself, thinking it would work out in time." As he spoke, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. I studied him carefully. When he spoke, his eyes sparkled with affection, almost overflowing with love. But why was this happening? I didn't understand. How could he love me and still betray me? Just then, a strange scent wafted toward me—women's perfume with a hint of rosemary. It was the same scent I'd smelled on Nora b

Iris's POV So, in 3 days I will be Mrs Harrison. I have been having sleepless nights because of the thought of being someone's wife. The nerves were eating me up, and I couldn't eat or sleep properly. I was anxious, and I kept asking myself if this was a sacrifice that I was willing to make. My life was going to change, and I wasn't sure that I was prepared for that kind of change. It's an arranged marriage, and I am sure as hell that between us, there are no feelings. I mean, sure, I found Julian very attractive and my heart skipped a beat, but that's about it. I don't know much about marriage, but I know that a lot more than attraction goes into it. We only met once and that was not enough

I tense, my eyes drifting involuntarily towards the window, drawn by an unseen force. On the windowsill, stark against the pale moonlight, a single mariposa negra perches. Its wings not just black but glistening with an unnatural sheen under the streetlight, catching the cold, artificial glow. Not just black—skulls etched into the delicate veined patterns—a morbid work of art. Alive. Watching. Dru follows my fixed gaze, her breath catching in her throat. “Bouda. (Damn.)” ****** ***Marisol’s POV***

so, I had to quickly get dressed grab what I can find and make my way to campus. So, as I’m running across campus. So, with me not paying attention where I’m going, before I have a chance to correct my directions I, suddenly collide with what I think is a big solid wall and before I can fall flat on my ass, I feel arms wrap around me, and when I manage to look up, I’m met with the deepest green eyes I have ever seen. I’m rendered speechless, and I feel the air whoosh out of my lungs at the sheer beauty standing above me.

He holds his hands out to take Mariposa from me, but I refuse. "Lead me to your office. NOW!" I shout, desperation coming out. I can see Mariposa grow weaker and weaker in my hold. Her head has fallen backwards, signalling that she's lost consciousness. Blood trickles out of her mouth. My body is reacting to her in ways I've never experienced before. I can't explain why, but for the first time in my life, I'm afraid. Afraid that she may not survive. If she doesn't, I don't know what I'll do. I've barely known this girl for even thirty minutes, and yet she's already found a spot in my iron-clad heart. "No te rindas, mariposa. Puedes sobrevivir a esto." Don't give up, butterfly. You can surviv

“We read it for hours and memorized everything inside of it.” “I remember,” Jacob said. “You two got lost one time when you tried to find some rare plant that doesn’t even grow on this continent.” Cassie laughed. “We were so confident that we would find it.” “Why is this book important?” I asked nervously, interrupting their trip down the memory lane. “Well, when I heard Aria tell Victor that she thrives where others barely survive, I recognized that immediately,” she explained as she flipped through the pages. She stopped, and a huge smile spread across her face. She handed the book to Nick, and we guys came closer to look at the page.

“I’m not sure but it might be an old and extinct language that means Soleira. I don’t know how I end up understanding them, it’s my first time seeing that kind of writing.” “Yes it’s Soleira… she must be the writer of this book for an ordinary person, it is quite difficult to read since the letters are written in a language that seems not really part of this world.” “You do understand it too, right?” he asked. “Yes, you are correct, this book is strange. It has the narrative of our life, however it started only in the part where the curse started.” “Yes, I thought I would find the answer from that book, but it seems to me, that thing did not explain any of the curse and reincarnation, also i

I can’t do that. As I read, I search for alternative ways to break the curse and rid the magic of its toxic effects. Leaning in closer, I notice a small asterisk leading me to a footnote at the bottom of the page. Relief floods through me as I absorb the words. This could be the solution we’ve been seeking. It may even surpass the effectiveness of all those sacrifices and gruesome rituals. “Have you found something, girl?” Hilda interrupts, yanking me out of my book-induced trance. A smile graces my face as I respond, “Please don’t smudge your face on my books.” Hilda seems exceptionally grumpy today, but I choose to overlook her attitude – it’s just how she is. Instead, I hand her the book

Anna The silence was deafening—until the sound of splintering steel cracked through the basement like a whip. With a guttural snarl, the cage door exploded outward, bars twisted and mangled in every direction. In the center of the wreckage stood something that hadn’t existed only minutes before—a massive, ethereal white wolf, tall and broad enough to fill the width of the small cell. Her fur shimmered even in the darkness, stained with her own blood and trembling from her transformation.

Kyson I had just sat down with a scotch on the porch, enjoying the cool, fresh air. It is so peaceful here. My cell vibrates on the table next to me. I glance over and see a text with a number that isn’t stored in my contact, but the second I open it, I realise who it is. Arya! I read the text and smile because I am glad she has finally worked out who I am. I quickly save her number before texting back.