Novels by Moana

As promised to the woman, Ethan decided to go to Citra's house and talk to her parents.His hand, which was already holding several plastic bags filled with fruits, was immediately taken over by a household assistant when the man arrived at Citra's house. Citra, who was at the top of the stairs, immediately descended it, smiling when she saw that he was already at her house. This was something she had been waiting for, she was really happy that the person she loved would express his desire to marry her to her parents. "Your parents are there, right Citra?" Asked Etha after the two of them decided to sit on a fairly soft sofa in the living room.Citra wanted to answer, but suddenly from the other direction came the voice of Citra's father. "We're here, Ethan." Ethan turned his head towards our parents who were currently walking towards the two of them and decided to sit on the opposite sofa. Suddenly, the man's heart was unsafe in the presence of Citra's parents, as if he really fel

After their romantic dinner, Ethan drove slowly towards Citra's house. But before he actually left he turned to Amel who was still on the terrace of the restaurant. "Come on Amel, let's go home together," said Ethan who couldn't possibly leave his sister alone at the restaurant.Amel smiled, of course she couldn't possibly interfere with the two of them being together. She then shook her head and said, "Don't worry, Ethan, I'll go with lecturer Malik. In a few minutes he will come to pick me up."Hearing the words from Amel made Ethan nod his head, he then decided to get into Citra's car, considering that Citra brought a car and there was no way if he let her drive alone. He then got into the car after making sure Citra was in the car. He then began to drive the car through the crowded city. While driving, Ethan occasionally turned his head towards Citra, feeling happy that she had accepted his feelings. Even though he had felt that she would not accept his feelings, especially sin

For a long time Ethan waited for Citra's arrival who had yet to show her nose. He really felt worried if she didn't come to see him in the end. Even though he had tried to give his best to her. If she didn't come, what about her? Will he continue to wait like this and not express his feelings? Of course that can't happen. He had to keep expressing his feelings to her and hope that she would come soon and accept his feelings.Amel, who had been beside the man all along, of course knew what the man was worried about. It had been more than 10 minutes since the woman he was waiting for had shown her nose, and he was also afraid that she wouldn't come in the end. But Amel thought that the woman would definitely come, considering that she seemed so worried about her brother's condition and always tried to get close to him. But why she hadn't shown up yet made her feel worried."Why hasn't Citra come yet?" Amel muttered to herself. Her gaze continued to settle on the door of the restaurant,

Tonight as planned, Ethan and Amel went to a restaurant that the man had booked in advance. Of course, this is because he wants to express his feelings to someone so special. That someone, of course, was none other than Citra. Tonight, he was going to express those feelings to her. He had been harboring his feelings for a long time, and it was time for him to express them. He didn't want her to leave him and choose to be with another man who was more serious. He must choose to be serious before someone else is serious to that woman."How is it, Brother Ethan? Are you ready now?"Of course, Amel as the younger sister of the man agreed with her brother's idea. She certainly wanted to see her brother happy together with the woman he loved. Moreover, she was a good woman who never left her brother under any circumstances, and she liked her very much. Besides being kind, she was also beautiful and very smart. There were so many women who envied that woman, and so many men who wanted to mak

After a few days of hospitalization, Ethan decided to go home because he was now in a better condition than before. His gaze then turned towards a woman who was currently standing not far from him. The woman was none other than Citra who was staring at him while wearing a smile. Of course, Citra knew that this time they decided to go home because last night the man said he no longer felt at home in the hospital. Actually, Ethan still had to be treated in order to be really in good condition, but since he felt uncomfortable in the hospital, inevitably, Citra agreed to the man's request and chose to take care of him when at home. At least the man wouldn't feel bored if he was at home."We're going home now, right, Citra?"The man asked again because he was afraid that suddenly a doctor or nurse would try to get in the way. Ethan already felt tired and shouldn't be in a hospital like this which would only make him more tired. Actually, he wasn't doing anything and wasn't really doing muc

Leona left the hospital with blurred eyes. She really felt sad because she got a rejection from the man who was supposed to be hers. How could that man reject her, after so many men wanted to have her and wanted to make her their lover? But what about that man? Yes, not affected by him at all. He should have had the same feelings as other men when he was close to her. But, unfortunately, that man seemed to have no heart.Leona, who continued to walk and saw nothing, suddenly bumped into a man who was just about to enter the hospital. The man was quite surprised when someone suddenly bumped into him. Luckily, he immediately tried to catch Leona who was about to fall or else she would have fallen on the floor."I'm sorry that I didn't see," Leona said, feeling a little guilty for suddenly realizing that she was trying to make a man fall because of her negligence.Without caring about the man, Leona decided to quickly walk away. In fact, she did not heed the man's calls at all. Meanwhile

Libradon had never visited Teresa's room without a clear reason.Not because he lacked the right, this was his palace, every corner and every room belonged to him, including the room he had allowed Teresa to occupy since many years ago. But there was an unwritten boundary between them that had formed not from rules, but from a habit maintained so long it had come to feel like an agreement. Teresa did not enter his study without an invitation. He did not enter her room without a purpose that could be stated plainly.This morning, he broke that.He walked along the corridor of the east wing with steps he kept looking unhurried, not rushed, not like someone who had been thinking about this since before dawn and had only found sufficient reason somewhere between his first sips of wine. Two guards followed behind at a comfortable distance. As usual. As though this were a visit he had not planned at all.Libradon stopped before Teresa's door.Through the wood that had not been fully shut, h

That morning, for the first time since he had woken in this room, God Mervous tried to sit up.Not because he felt sufficiently recovered. Far from it. This body still felt like ruins that had not yet finished collapsing, every small movement reminding him of wounds that had not closed, every deep breath feeling as though something was gripping from inside his ribs and refusing to let go. But lying still without doing anything was beginning to feel more torturous than the pain itself. He had spent too long on his back staring at the ceiling, letting his thoughts circle the same place without going anywhere.*Enough.* He pushed his body slowly upward, bracing on his right elbow. The muscles along his back protested immediately, a sharp pulse radiating from his left shoulder down beneath his shoulder blade, making him stop for several seconds, waiting for the sensation to ease slightly before continuing.Finally he managed to sit upright, his back resting against the cold wall behind th

Something felt different to Libradon. Not because there was a war threatening at the border, not because there was a disappointing tax report from his ministers, and not because the wine in his cup tasted more bitter than usual. What was different was only one thing, Teresa had not appeared.Libradon had been seated on his throne since morning, working through a series of tedious audiences, noblemen with their grievances, merchants with their petitions, guards with their routine reports. All of them came and went like waves that never truly caught his attention.And throughout all of it, the chair to his right, the chair that Teresa usually occupied, was empty.Libradon did not acknowledge that he noticed this. He would never acknowledge it, not even to himself. But his eyes kept returning there, to that empty chair, in a way that irritated him further each time he caught himself doing it."Your Majesty."One of his ministers was speaking. Libradon redirected his gaze to the front wit

Edrick could not sleep.For three nights in a row he had lain on the thin straw that served as his bed, staring at the same stone ceiling, listening to the snores of other slaves who had long since made their peace with exhaustion, and his eyes would not close.His thoughts always returned to the same place.Kayrus.Edrick turned onto his side, facing the wall. The wounds on his back still stung when the rough fabric shifted against his skin, but the pain no longer felt important. There was something heavier than a physical wound that he carried with him wherever he went.The guilt never left.It only grew larger with each passing day, spreading quietly like roots splitting through stone, finding every gap inside a chest that was already too tired.He was the one who had brought Kayrus to that cave. He was the one who had followed information that turned out to be wrong. He was the one who had been foolish enough to trust rumors he had picked up from a corner of the dining hall, from

Not the warmth he usually knew, not the fire he had once controlled with a single movement of his hand, not the heat of battle that had always accompanied his steps like a loyal shadow. This was a different kind of warmth. Small. Simple. Like a thin blanket laid over a body that had been frozen far too long without realizing it.God Mervous opened his eyes slowly.The ceiling above him was not rough, damp stone. Not the ceiling of a prison cell with long cracks he had once memorized one by one because there was nothing else to look at. This was different. Higher. Cleaner. There were delicate carvings at its corners, motifs of winding plants rendered with precision, not excessive ornamentation, but enough to indicate that this room belonged to someone of importance. Candlelight flickered softly from the right, casting shadows that danced along the walls in a calm and steady rhythm.He did not recognize this place.God Mervous tried to move, and immediately regretted it.Pain surged fro

That night, Teresa could not sleep.She had been lying down for almost an hour, staring at the ceiling of her lavish chamber — gold carvings along its edges, silk cloth hanging from the posts of her bed, all the luxury she usually paid no attention to. Tonight, everything felt heavy. Oppressive. Like stones being laid slowly on her chest without her realizing it.The candles in the corners of the room flickered in the silence. Her own shadow on the wall moved languidly, as if more restless than she was willing to admit.*"She looks so much like you. I even thought it was you."*Her servant's words kept spinning in her head, over and over, like a needle piercing the same spot without end.Teresa rolled over and stared at the window. The night sky stretched out full of stars, cold and distant, indifferent to everything churning beneath it. A thin breeze crept in through a gap in the window that hadn't been shut all the way, carrying the smell of wet earth and the late hour of the night.