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

The God Mervous followed the guard without a word.The corridor they walked through was familiar — he'd memorized it without meaning to over the past few days, every turn and every shift in scent and every different pattern of light in each section. But this time the corridor felt different. Longer. Somehow narrower, even though its dimensions had to be the same.Or maybe it was just his mind making everything feel heavier than it should.The guard stopped in front of the main hall's door — a large door he'd passed through once before, on the first day he arrived at this palace with his hands forced behind his back and a prisoner's robe thrown at his feet. This time no one dragged him. This time he stood here on his own account, or at least on account of Libradon summoning him.The door opened.And the first thing he saw inside the hall was Teresa.The woman stood in the middle of the room — back straight, chin raised, in the manner of someone who wouldn't let her posture say more tha

Libradon hadn't been awake long.Teresa knew that from the way her servants had startled when she asked for an immediate audience — from the way they exchanged glances with expressions that said this is unusual, this has never happened before without needing to say a single word. Teresa had never asked for an audience this early. Never come with steps this quick, with eyes this hard, at an hour when the sun hadn't even fully decided to rise.But they let her in.Of course they let her in.---Libradon was in his private chamber — not the great hall he usually used for formal audiences, but a smaller room where he ate breakfast and signed documents and did the things that needed no witnesses other than his closest servants.He was sitting with a cup of something steaming in his hand when Teresa entered — and one eyebrow rose slowly at the sight of his guest."Teresa." His tone hovered between surprise and amusement — a mix that was distinctly Libradon, one that never let anyone truly k

"So will you free Edrick?"The question came out quietly — not demanding, not pleading. Just a question set carefully into the air, like someone who knew the answer could tip heavily either way and chose not to push it toward one.Teresa didn't answer right away.She still stood in the same spot, her eyes no longer on God Mervous but not fixed on anything specific either — at some point between the two of them, where there was nothing that needed to be seen, and precisely because of that, it was easier to think."It will be difficult," she said finally. Her voice was quiet, measured. "Asking something from Libradon always has a price." A brief pause. "And after I asked him to give you back — using what's left of his trust in me for something like that..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to.God Mervous watched her profile from the side."But it's not impossible," Teresa continued — not as comfort, but as a fact stated in the same tone she used for every other fact. Fla

Teresa spoke in a flat, measured tone — her usual way of speaking, one that never gave more than necessary. But tonight her words were more than usual. About the corridor that smelled damp. About the cramped cell. About the thin man who tried to rise when the door opened and failed. About the wounds that were clear and deep even in such poor light.God Mervous listened without interrupting.Sitting on the edge of his bed with both hands on his knees, his eyes fixed on some nonspecific point on the floor, he absorbed every word Teresa said in a way that felt like someone weighing the burden of something he wasn't yet fully prepared to carry.Teresa told him how Edrick had asked about Kayrus, with eyes that still held hope even though his body barely had the strength to hold anything at all. How he closed his eyes upon hearing that Kayrus was fine, how a long breath came out of his cracked lips like something that had been held too long.How the man had said, I'm always fine in the end,

Teresa didn't know why she was still standing there.Her feet should have carried her away by now — away from this corridor that smelled of damp air and rusted iron, away from the swaying lantern light and the shadows it cast on the stone walls. The sound of the guard's footsteps she'd heard earlier had faded, whether turning down another passage or heading back to their post. No one could see her here.This was her chance to leave without consequence.But her hand was already on the cold iron bars, and her eyes couldn't tear away from the body lying in the cell — from the slow, uneven rise and fall of that chest, from the wounds that were clear and deep even in this poor light.Teresa took a long breath.Then her hand moved to the cell key hanging on the wall — the guard who'd brought her here apparently hadn't been careful enough to take it with them. Or maybe they hadn't expected anyone to come down here at this hour.The key was heavy and rusted, creaking as she fit it into the loc

The candle had long since gone out.But the darkness filling the room didn't put either of them to sleep — it only made them more aware of each other's presence on the two sides of the same room, at a distance not so far but that felt like a chasm with no bridge across it.Teresa was still sitting on the edge of her bed.Her mind wouldn't settle. Not because of the argument earlier — or not only because of that. Something kept nagging at the corner of her awareness, something that had been there long before tonight but tonight felt increasingly urgent to answer.That man.Kayrus — or whoever he actually was.Teresa had seen many slaves in her life in this palace. She'd seen men broken by a system that gave them no choices, whose eyes went hollow long before their bodies gave out. She'd also seen the stubborn ones, the rebellious ones, the ones who tried to survive by whatever means they could find.But none of them were like the man now sitting on the other side of her room.The way h