Mother Isis walked into her office, to say she was tired was an understatement. She adored her job, but she didn’t quite like the stress that cameAs a professor.Her love for science and literature has fueled her these past few years, bringing her to where she is currently.Being a professor had opened her eyes and mind to the possibility of peace and togetherness, she had spent the last five years teaching younger generations the truth she had found.She had barely sat when a knock sounded on her door, she wanted to rest. Standing for two hours wasn’t excellent for her aging body, and just when she thought she could have a break, someone was at the door to disrupt the quiet time she had planned for herself.“Come in,” she said, taking her glasses off and settling deeper into the chair.“Professor Hudson?” Of course, it was Mary, she always had this thing where she made Isis do a little after-class explanation for her.“Mary, I told you” Mother Isis whined, “ask your questions in cla
“You both are being childish right now,” Ivan said, letting his gaze dart from one to another.“She is being mean,” Hermes defended himself. “You were asking obvious questions, and I gave the appropriate answers,” Artemis said, not looking at him.“Enough,” Ivan said, spreading his palms on the table for extra effect.They both kept mute, each glaring at each other, Ivan knew for sure something was wrong with the two, but he was not ready to interfere.“I found Hades, and that’s the perfect lead that we need,” Ivan said to change the subject to more important issues.“Yeah, I’ll ask the guys to track his every move,” hermit said, immediately switching moods.“Yeah right” Artemis snorted They both went back and forth with each other again, Ivan looked between the two and knew he would rather be nowhere in the world but there. He had given up after a couple of minutes of trying to get them to act civil, quietly slipping out of the bar.It’s been two days since Ivan and Vera spoke, an
So many thoughts clouded Sara's mind as she showered. She hoped that they would truthfully answer all her questions about what she saw in her dream. What did it mean? She couldn't remember any war, or was it a blur? Something that happened and she couldn't remember? It could be, after all, she wasn't blind before and here she was.The scent of her coconut soap hit her nose. It comforted her, it brought back memories that were strange to her. Memories that felt familiar but nostalgic, leading her back to the dream she had. That scent was connected to whatever she saw in her dream. Hopefully, the explanation she was going to get would illustrate everything.Suddenly, she got a quick flash as she was drying her body. It was a time when she was in that same state and Hera walked in on her, and she shouted her name and told her to leave the room.Why did that name keep coming up in her mind? Hera.Who was Hera? And why was she so concerned about her death? She was just trying to grasp the
Ivan hesitated for a minute, it could not by chance be that Vera wanted him to kiss her. They had been married for the longest time, and she had avoided him and intimacy at all costs, so why now?Vera looked at him, urging him on with her eyes, as she was a bit of a coward to go in for it first. Her heart raced fast, and she squeezed her hand, fighting the urge to yank him down by his shirt and kiss him to her satisfaction.Ivan let out a low grunt as his resolve crashed as she planted his lips on hers, wrapping one of his arms around her and drawing her into him, his other hand cupping her chin, giving him more access to her mouth.Vera let herself be carried away by the kiss, she let out a low mourn as his tongue brushed against her lower lip seeking permission to tour her mouth.Her hands snaked up his torso until they wrapped around his neck, her fingers caressing his nape.Ivan could swear this was the best kiss of his life, her lips were softer than he had imagined them to be, a
Anna excused herself, walking out of the room. Her mouth itched to tell Sara everything, to get this cat-and-mouse game over, but her hands were tied.It was not something she could just tell her, it would not be good for her or anyone of them.The delicacy of the topic could not be overemphasized. So she took the liberty of leaving, it was the easiest thing to do presently, she had made herself believe.The kitchen was her peaceful place, the sheer joy she derived from mixing spices and creating delicious dishes was just the serenity her mind needed at the moment.Her love for spices and earthy things was something she was born with, she had grown her first plant at age three, it was a basil and her mother had made her dry and preserve the first leaf that fell.It was like a trophy, an award of some sort, and she had cherished it above everything, bragging to all who would listen to her little rants.At age five, she had made her first herbal portion for her sisters' flu, which had d
Mother Isis walked past him silently, opening the door and leaving it ajar for him to follow her.Osiris glanced around the environment before entering, closing the door behind him.He tried to hide that smile on his face as he walked towards the couch where she was seated, trying to get her feet off her shoes.“Let me help you with that,” he said, kneeling before her and gently taking her right foot in his hand, unbuckling the shoe and setting her foot free, giving it a gentle squeeze to ease the tension before setting it down.Mother Isis-held in the low moan that threatened to escape her lips, letting out a sigh of relief instead at the feeling of his hands taking care of her feet.Osiris set down her foot, taking the left one and repeating the process, before slowly and gently setting it back on the rug.His hands lingered, not wanting to lose touch with her, Mother Isis felt a shiver run down her spine at his touch.He ran his fingers from her ankles and worked into the calves, g
It's been two days since Ares had spoken to Sara, and he felt odd, incomplete, like something was missing, she had not stepped out of her room in two days.Twice he had gone to check on her, and she still had that far-away look in her eyes, the expression was blank, leaving him with absolutely no clue as to how she felt or what went through her mind.To say he was in trouble would be an understatement, he was scared that something was bothering her, and he had no idea what it was or how to help her.He could feel her suffering, she was beating herself up inside, and he didn't know what for.Refusing to talk to anyone, including Anna, she had locked herself up in her room, only opening up occasionally to get lunch and dinner, always skipping lunch.He had spoken to Anna about it, but it seemed the woman had nothing to say and felt she could not help if she didn't know what the problem was.Anna had advised that she be left alone, it seemed like what she wanted and with time she would c
For forty-eight hours she had locked herself from the whole world, wallowing In her guilt and self-pity, wishing she had done things differently.I hope she gets a chance in this life to right her wrongs and do right by her precious daughter.Her feelings of guilt had led to depression, and she had wallowed in it, blaming herself and wishing things had happened differently.Maybe if she was blind or homeless, perhaps if the government workers had been lenient enough to accommodate her and her child, possibly if she had had a family to help her, thenThe list of maybes grew long and long with every passing hour, Anna had tried talking to her, but she had shut off immediately.Worried Anna would take it the wrong way, she had managed to voice out that this was none of her faults, explaining that she just wanted to be left alone.Thankfully, Anna had understood and given her the space she so much needed, and she had thrived in it. Then there was Ares, who would not have it that she want