روايات بقلم Demiurgos

"Puppy?"Loretta's voice came slow and surprised, like she hadn't quite processed what her ears were telling her."Mama! It's really you!" Anna screamed from her seat, nearly shaking her seatbelt off her shoulder."My goodness, puppy! Aaaaaa!"The inside of the car detonated.Anna's wild shriek collided with Loretta's booming expression over the phone — loud and completely unbothered by the fact that she was standing in the middle of a public terminal. Maureen covered her ears with one hand while keeping the other firm on the wheel, eyes steady on the road ahead. She now knew, with absolute certainty, exactly where Anna had gotten her personality from. Very typical. She smiled through most of it, letting the chaos wash over her like background music, because beneath all that noise, she could see it for what it really was. A quiet, tender moment between a mother and her daughter. She let them have it.---"Mama, you didn't even bother to let your little puppy know you were coming." Ann

The night had not just turned into a nightmare — it had become the single worst experience of Romulus's entire existence.He barged out of Sophia's apartment like a man fleeing a burning building, except the fire was his dignity, and it was already ash."This was all a test." He muttered it first like a confession, then growled it like an accusation as he dragged himself along the corridor. "All of it. She made the whole thing up just so I'd fail woefully." His voice dropped to something between a hiss and a whimper. "All that talk about BDSM and awful riddles. What does she even know about sex and lovemaking if she claims to be a virgin? All for purity and desire." He threw his hands up. "That Ashworth woman is completely crazy. Who names a whip Godzilla? Who, in their right senses, believes love blooms through torture?"He stopped walking for half a second, jaw tight, fists clenched."A beauty with unadulterated evil in her heart." He resumed his march. "Puuta!!"It never stopped. H

The moonlight was deliberately doing too much tonight. Like it had reserved it's light specifically for this occasion.It poured through the windows uninvited, catching the edges of everything — the bedframe, the glass on the nightstand, Sophia's skin. Especially her skin. Romulus noticed that last part in a way that was becoming difficult to manage.His hands found her hips, and the sound that left him was low and involuntary."You're so beautiful," he breathed. A moan escaping him lips.Sophia stopped.Not slowly, not with warning. She simply stopped, the warmth evaporated from her voice like it had never been there."What was that now?"Romulus blinked. "Uhh... I said you're very—"She was already gone. She unmounted herself with the calm of a woman who had never once lost control of a room, and sat at the edge of the bed, one hand rising to smooth her hair, like nothing had happened. Like she hadn't just pulled the floor out from under him.Romulus sat there — confused, breathless

The night was alive with something unspoken.The moon hung full and shameless in the sky now, no cloud daring to cross its path, no mist brave enough to blur its light. It poured silver over the city, deliberate and unhurried, but it was strongest here — over the Ashworth estate, in Sophia's apartment — as though the moon itself had chosen a favorite. Her window glass caught the light and transformed it, bending it into something amber, something warm, ancient. The kind of light that didn't just illuminate a room. It awakened it.And it had certainly awakened something in Sophia tonight.Her apartment was a relic of another world entirely. The furniture was carved from dark mahogany, the kind of craftsmanship that died with the seventeenth century. The air smelled of sandalwood and something faintly sweet — natural oils rubbed into the wood until the grain absorbed the scent like memory. Every corner of the room breathed wealth and age, not the loud wealth of the nouveau riche, but th

The next few days, Deimon went around the Crescent, rounding up allied clans one by one, quietly mobilizing them into an army of his own making. He ignored every warning his advisers gave him, brushing off caution the way he brushed off weakness, and he wouldn't hesitate to mark anyone who stood against him as an enemy. Power had a way of narrowing a man's vision, and Deimon's had narrowed to a single, gleaming point. He had accepted Chief Adolphus's offer to sit among the Crescent godheads, certain it would grant him real power, or at the very least, a foothold against the Ozeths.-----"The Abbas are ready to march with you, Master Ashworth," Jabari said, voice low and even.The two of them lay relaxed in a steaming bath at a resort, bodies sinking into the heat as a group of women worked over them, oiling their skin and kneading muscle with slow, practiced hands. Steam curled slowly off the water, carrying the scent of jasmine oil and something muskier beneath it, the kind of indu

-------The penthouse held its silence like a held breath. Glass walls framed the city below, all lights and distance, while the air inside still carried the weight of what had happened hours earlier at the Blood-Moon Scion."I'm telling you, that child is a blight." Greystone said, settling into the seat across from Deimon, his voice low and deliberate, like he was choosing each word as though it might detonate.The Scion had ended only hours ago, and Romulus had given the council enough to chew on for the rest of the year. But Greystone wasn't satisfied. If anything, he treated the whole affair like a fable not yet finished being told."With the way this is going, and the pronouncements that follow him everywhere he steps, we'll turn against each other before the year is out, Master Ashworth.""Yet his words carry truth." Deimon swirled the wine in his glass before taking a slow sip, eyes fixed somewhere past Greystone, past the glass, past the city. "Undeniable truth.""Some truths