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
Catherine woke up with a pounding migraine, she had not been sleeping exactly well since the incident of the issue with Mr. Anderson.She was worried about Vera, but she also trusted Marilyn on her word to stand by them through it.Vera had even spoken very highly of the lawyer the day after their meeting, she sounded very confident in him, and Catherine had silently hoped he was worth the hype.She winced as she tried to get up from the bed, groaning at the pain sensation that radiated from the lower part of her spine.It was something she would slowly get used to, it came with old age, she had found out.She got out of bed and fastened the time around her body as she walked to the bathroom.The last few days, Catherine had sent with Marilyn. Helping to cheer her up and avoid all thoughts of Steve, was not an easy task, though.It was not something she could forget in the blink of an eye, but it was something Catherine could help avoid for a couple of hours.And she had done just tha
Ivan had reluctantly let her go to get the door, feeling an immense emptiness as her body left his. He stood up to adjust himself, running his fingers through his hair to smooth down his flailing strands from where her fingers had roamed.Glancing at her, he saw she was just as flustered as he was, her cheeks were stained by a crimson blush that made her look cute in a way that made him want to ruffle her hair or tickle her.Her hair looked disheveled, and her clothes were even more ruffled than his. Whoever it was at the door would put two and two together with the way she looked.“I'll get it,” she had managed to say, looking away from him and walking to the door.He watched her leave, his eyes following each sway of her hips and rebound of her buttocks with each step she took.Dusting off his trousers trying to smoothen out his ruffled shirt and wiping furiously at his face.His demeanor dropped when he heard the one voice he could recognize anywhere, anytime. Catherine. What was s