Veni Vidi Amavi Novels & Stories

This time I was able to hear clearly but didn't understand what it meant. 'silentio obscuro Hanc tranquillitatem circa omnia sentire possum. Cum lunae soleat sua gratia Fervidus in terram descensus est. Vocis susurros sequere Spera in corde tuo, cognoscit viam. Canta tuum carmen, crede quando incipit magicae te ducat per semita'm (Translation) 'in the silence of darkness I can feel this calmness all around.

“I love you too, Amor Meus. In aeternum, cor meum.” Allistair blinked as he felt a sense of familiarity from the words Lucifer had spoken but still asked him. “Wait…What does that mean, Mi Alfa? I know many languages, but this isn’t one of them.” Lucifer’s hand came up to caress his cheek, thumb tracing slow circles over his skin. “Latin, Amor Meus. It means, ‘For eternity, my heart.’” Something within Allistair stirred. Something deep, pure, and fragile. His lips trembled as he closed his eyes, letting his tears fall freely. Every word Lucifer spoke lingered like a vow carved upon his soul.

She smiles through tears, tearing an heartwrecking sob from me at how soft her voice is, how it washes over me, how despite everything I have done she still smiles at me, they all do. "Look at me, Viola." She says, and I do. "Do this." She instructs, and I do as she say, fisting my hand and placing it on my chest. "Hold on." She says, and I nod through tears. "Hold on a little longer for us, please." She pleas, and I nod, softly hitting my heart with my fist. "You've always taken care of us, Viola, it is time we do the same." Xav says and I nod.

I’d seen it in her eyes, and I hope that look haunted him every single day since that fateful moment. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against Chaos’, feeling his hand lace through my hair pulling me closer, “You are the reason I know what love is,” his deep voice filtered through my ears, filling my body with warmth, “Veni, Vidi, Amavi,” Chaos whispered, “I came, I saw, I loved.” Those words felt like a promise. I repeated them over and over in my head. I was loved. His arms held me in a way that felt like home. Our bodies pressed together until our hearts beat in synchrony. Chaos’ warmth thawed the pain like melting ice.

Ava His gaze softens, and I notice a flicker in his eyes—something warm, something I didn't see coming. His lips form the tiniest smile, and my heart skips a beat. "Amore mio," he whispers, his voice heavy with feeling, "this is... this is the best news I've ever received..."

Nosa drives a car at medium speed. Kaylila, who was sitting next to him, was also silent, engrossed in watching the scenery along the residential street. Red shoot trees are lined neatly and straight is nice to see. And for Kaylila it's a beauty that can't go unnoticed. Nosa glances at Kaylila who is engrossed in her own world. Then Nosa tuned the mp3 in his car, coincidentally his song John Legend with All of Me roared melodiously. Every now and then Kaylila moves her lips following the song's lyrics. Nosa who observed it smiled amused.

"I'm fine, Aven. Let's continue." But her determination was met with another fall, this time more pronounced. Aven reached out, his fingers brushing her arm. "Letharia, you're pushing yourself too hard." Her breaths came in quick gasps, and she shook her head, tears of frustration welling up. "I have to get this right." Aven's brows furrowed, worry etched across his features. "You're not well. We need to take a break." As he spoke, the music suddenly ceased, leaving them in silence. Aven looked around, his curiosity piqued. Then, the enchanting melody of Paganini's "La Campanella Op 7" began to play once more, filling the room with its hypnotic beauty.

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Riven stood silently in the corner now, watching. I lit the candles one by one, their flames flickering softly around the map I had laid out. Each candle pointed to a direction, north, south, east, and west. I whispered, voice low and steady, as I sprinkled the last of the powdered herbs over it: “Spiritus vincit tempus, Per lumen et umbra, Ostende mihi eam, Qui veritatem portat.” I closed my eyes and pressed both palms against the map, feeling the heat of the candles, the pulse of magic under my skin.

I think it was Sarcis solemniis, and they went like: Sarcis solemniis iuncta sint gaudia, et ex praecordiis sonent praerconia; recedant vetera, nova sint omnia, corda, voces, et opera. Latin, it was. I think it could be translated into something like: At this our solemn feast let holy joys abound, and for the inmost breast let songs of praise resound; let ancient rites depart, and all be new around, in every act, voice, and heart.