Novels by Moana

God Mervous didn't go back to his bed.He stood in the same spot since the sound of the guards' footsteps had faded away at the end of the corridor, in the middle of the room, in darkness pierced only by one small candle whose flame was almost gone, his hands still clenched at his sides.His thoughts spun.He tried to convince himself once more. That voice could belong to anyone. There were hundreds of slaves in this complex, maybe more. There was no strong enough reason to immediately conclude that the person just dragged off by three guards in that corridor was Edrick, the thin man with kind eyes who smuggled apples in a worn cloth and said hang in there like it was the only thing he knew.But that name.Kayrus.Of all the names someone searching for a friend in the middle of the night, in a corridor he had no business entering, could have said, that was the one that came out.God Mervous walked toward the window, looking out. The night sky was still the same, indifferent stars, an

Edrick didn't sleep again that night.Not because his mind was too busy like the nights before, this time it was different. This time there was something concrete he was holding onto, something real and something he could aim for. No longer just a resolve floating without direction.The last room at the end of the south corridor.Those words were driven into his mind like a nail into wood. Every time he tried to redirect his thoughts, the words pulled him back, patiently, stubbornly, in a way that gave him no choice but to keep thinking about them.But alongside that, doubt didn't leave either.That guard, the young man with unreadable eyes, could have been baiting him. Giving information specific enough to sound convincing, easy enough to follow, then waiting around the corner to catch him showing up in the wrong place with intentions he couldn't explain.That was the most logical thing for someone to do if they wanted to trap a slave who had repeatedly behaved suspiciously.But then

Edrick didn't sleep well that night.Every time his eyes were about to close, the sound came back — a fragment of voice from behind a door in the quiet corridor of the east wing, low and measured, familiar in a way he couldn't just brush off. He turned over on the straw, facing the wall, facing the ceiling, then facing the wall again.Around him, the other slaves slept the deep sleep that only belongs to people too exhausted to dream.Edrick wasn't that lucky.By the time dawn began seeping through the gaps in the barrack's wooden walls, Edrick was already sitting up. His eyes were heavy, but his head was too busy to let his body rest any longer.He didn't regret going yesterday. But he knew he had to be more careful. More patient. More deliberate.The problem was he didn't know where to start.The day unfolded like any other on the surface — the slaves woken, marched out, directed to their work areas with orders that never changed in tone. Edrick lifted stones, moved timber, cleared

Edrick had made his decision.It wasn't a decision that came suddenly — not like lightning striking in a clear sky. The decision had come slowly, dripping little by little over the past several days, like water seeping through cracks in stone until the drops finally accumulated enough to fill a pool.Asking the guards hadn't worked. Bribery hadn't worked. Begging hadn't worked.So he would do it himself. His own way.---The opportunity came on the fourth day after he'd made that decision, a day when the slaves' work schedule was changed because a large shipment of building materials had to be unloaded on the west side of the compound. All the guards were redirected there, leaving several watch posts on the east side with unusual gaps.Edrick had noticed it since morning.He worked with his head down and his body moving like a machine, lifting, moving, lifting again, while his eyes kept scanning. The pattern of guard rotations. The corners invisible from any watch post. The gap betwee

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

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