Novels by Cherry Kaye CA Pas

“That boy Eric. Do you like him?”It was already evening. Dinner was done and they are now laying on their newly dried bed. Their eyes still open. Eyes not yet tired but their body was. Aunt Cecilia was already heavily asleep on her bedroom, snoring terribly. The sisters were cuddling, as always. And Emilia did cleaned Old Lady Martha’s house. Erica went with her, but she didn’t help at all. She only was there for another storytelling she wants to hear from the old lady.Upon hearing the question, Emilia looked at her sister with her eyes seemed to pop up already. Disbelief written all over her face, “That is such a question, sister!” she slapped her arm, although it didn’t hurt Erica.“I apologize, then. But it was your first time to meet a boy. And if it was me, it would be a first either.”Her forehead creased, “Pardon, please?”“I, uh—” Erica rolled her eyes for she is disappointed to hers

He held her hand. Didn't shook it. So Emilia awkwardly shook their hands. After it, she hid her hands behind her, fidgeting it furiously with her cheeks turning red already. The boy, tried as he might, suppressed a smile."Poor you, away from family..." she mumbled softly."Go, now. There is no reason for you to stay longer here."She smiled again, "Alright. But I'll be back here. I must fill those buckets of my aunt, and as for the rest of my day, I'll spend it looking for food for you."For a strange reason she couldn't point but, she is quite persistent to him. To do things for him. But she only thought that maybe because aside from Erica and Old Lady Martha, she finally found a friend. Another friend. She didn't care if he has been glaring at her through the entirety of the time they both spent together, for she sees them as friends already. And for a friend, she will do any thing."Will you hel

The boy was already dipped on the river when Emilia arrived, panting and sweating and also happy that she didn't tripped on her way down the pathway.The boy looked at her over his shoulder. The sun rays shone on his golden bright eyes, drawing out shadows from his long eyelashes. For some unknown reason, she smiled at him - awkwardly."I must have started you. I apologized." She looked at the bakery she is tightly holding, "I brought some food and-""Why did you came back?""I, uh... brought you food and something to help with your wound. I could not let anyone be left alone: starving and wounded. My sister said it's bad not to help."The boy only looked at her, uttering no words. She let out a breath and placed the basket at the rock she sat on earlier ago before washing her hands on the river.She looked at him, "You are hungry, right? Well, I brought food. Come.

She failed to give her own question an answer. There was already a hand that popped up from the rumbling leaves in just a split second that made her scream and fell on the muddy ground. It appeared to her, that moment that she wants her sister beside her to comfort her. Another hand appeared and she knew she's already near on losing her air. Next that popped out was a head of a boy. There was blood plucking out from the head and mud also covering the beauty of the brown curly hair."Oh, my!"She may be easy to scare to, but she just isn't scared with blood. She doesn't fear it.Emilia ran her way towards the boy and pulled him out of the plant gently, afraid that she'll hurt him. She layed him down and couldn't help but feel pity for him. Where does he live? How did he ended up here? Did he walked out of his house in the middle of the storm last night?He's breathing but his eyes were still closed. He's

There was a heavy rain. The people of Ferune had barely slept that night. From their roof being fallen with heavy branches of trees, thunders and lightning scaring the children, and puddles overflowing the ground. It was already late in the midnight and yet people couldn't seem to close their eyes and have sleep to comfort them.They couldn't. That night on August 24, 1794 is the night where a disturbing storm shook the village with a rain that doesn't look good even for the elders and air whirling just about anywhere giving shivers even to those fearless people.It was a night that the people of Ferune will never forget.And there was this little girl. On her bed, kneeling in front of the window and her thin arms flat above the hardwood window pane. Her emerald eyes founded joy on the heavy rain, the harsh whirls of the midnight air and the lightnings and thunders carrying scary clouds to anyone who saw it aside from her. The