Gloaming

[Warning: Mature Content.] "You are indeed a stubborn one, are you not?" Servyn taunted. "I don't understand your complaints, Your Highness." She was goading him intentionally. Servyn nodded slowly. His smile now lengthened into a mischievous grin. "One day." He began, looking straight into her gloaming eyes. "I will make you say my name." It was not a promise, it was a threat and Hermione could feel it in her bones. The intensity of his gaze on her. The drumming sounds that burst from her chest banged her ears. "I want to go back home." Hermione brought down her eyes to her hands which subconsciously fidgeted with her dress. . . . In a kingdom called Avalon, far, far away from the creatures they fear, lived an innocent beauty. She was rumored to be a witch. She was spited and hated upon by the people of Avalon because of her own misfortune. There was no one who wasn't aware of her past, a past she herself could not clearly recall, which was now imposed on her as a witch. Fate played a very dirty trick on her when the Crown Prince of Avalon intruded her life without an entrance pass. Bringing alive all the dead desires in her that she had decided to bury. Oh, no! they were never there to begin with. Will this life of hers remain sad forever? Time will tell, and oh! time did tell when certain revelations pushes them farther away from each other, imprinting more pains and sorrows to her already broken heart. Remember, it was a dirty trick. His life revolves around her, and hers around him. He cannot breathe when she's not near. Despite the obvious warnings and consequences of their union, he obstinately declared. “Hermione Larabee, I will never let you go.” _______ A/N: It's a tale of forbidden Love and a forbidden romance, goes on its own pace. Don't hesitate to give it a try and your wonderful support.

"Ternyata itu benar ya?" - "Kalau mereka itu nyata!" - Percaya atau tidak, semua yang mereka katakan tentang dongeng itu bukan hanya sebuah fantasi aja. Iya—faktanya mereka yang ada dalam dongeng itu nyata. Mereka ada di antara kita. Berbaur tanpa bisa kita bedakan.

Dark. Darkness. Shadow. Unlit. Gloom, murk, gloaming, tenebrous. Leaden. All synonyms of dark. That is what I came to. A crunch. Sand. Sand is in my mouth. I see a faint yellow in this dark. Colours. Then, I realized. I have yet to open my heavy eyes. Hello! This is a story I've been wanting to write for a while now. I won't spoil the details, as I want you to figure things out along with the main protagonist, who is, for now, nameless. Enjoy.

"You won't survive a day with me, Elvira. It's not a warning, but a promise." _________ Elvira stared underneath the gloaming sky in horror as her butler whacked the half-dead man's face with a shovel. He sought to kill since he didn't stop thumping till a creek of blood crawled into the big pit that seemed dug to conceal the body. She stood there, startled. He hadn't noticed her presence, a prominent opportunity for her to run- or crawl if her limbs wobbled. She knew he wasn't normal, she knew he was dangerous, she knew she should have reported to her parents to get him sacked… Her eyes trailed subconsciously at the lifeless body, and she recognized it immediately… Her fiance. _________ It didn't take long for Elvira to realize after the first few encounters with the new butler that he was a psychopath. He's a psychopath, and yet she wanted him. She could see the cruel glimmer in his eyes, the type that told her she was ruined… Doomed for craving for a psychopath. But the dark mysteries around him kept drawing her close.