She's Novels & Stories

She didn't have any appetite and just wished to sleep so that she could slip out of the reality. Early the next day she woke up feeling stuffy. She tried to be comfortable but something is stopping her. She opened her eyes and saw a familiar handsome face. His facr was intricately carved to the right places. Hos body is also irresistable. Then she jolt awake when she realized it's not an illusion or a dream. "Eon!" she said in almost a whisper. Fesr crepy throughout her body. "Miss me?" Eon winked and sealed his wife's shocked face with a kiss.

"She is." "We are." "Same thing." "It's not." "It is."

She's someone I know. Who's that person?

“She’s human.” Shit.

“She is dying.” “What?”

She pointed her finger on the door and Perry had felt something whooshed past them, her hair flying as though some small hurricane passed through. “What’s she doing?” “Projecting,” said Sheels simply. “Start talking now. Don’t let me spoil the fun.” Looking at how controlled she was now, Perry had to admit that Sheels had a point. She did change. She was no longer the same Hera who they’d faced in an interrogation months ago. Now, if she snapped, it could mean life, but she didn’t need to worry about it for a few years to come. After all, each of them had a lot of growing up to do.

Him. She’s Mine.

She's not a flower shop. ***

She mumbled something but I didn't hear exactly what she said. I ran towards her and embraced her in my arm, afraid of what if she disappears. "Oh, God! Sheila. Where have you been?" I looked at her hazel eyes which were directly looking into mine. Without wasting another second I crashed my lips onto her, enjoying her warm lips against mine which is smoothening my whole throbbing system. Thank God!! She is alive. *