Mate Jelnimia's Rescue novel Chapter 2

Without anyone being around, she took out her phone, stretching it towards him.

"Here, let's talk over the phone!" She commanded. A wink released, left Malison hunting for more.-

"Wow! So bold...! I must have her tonight!" He promised. Swiftly, he grabbed her phone, dialed his contact in and saved it. With no delays, he dialed his line. "Here please" he said, returning the phone to its owner.

"Alright then!"

"Please hold on!" He beckoned again.

"Can I call you?"

"Sure!" Malison nodded and his lips curled in amusement, accompanied with a smirk.

"I never knew this was why I left my house, leaving my friend there all alone. Wow! I'm happy I met her!" He ended the conversation, having a pretty good impression of the girl. He stood up and kicked a mound of sand over his shoulder, a smile on his face. Malison chuckled, then turned on his heels and walked off, starting to move along the street. He watched her for a moment, then stopped as she turned back to him with a beaming smile, as if she knew what he had to say. Smiles filled their hearts as they felt the connectivity between them.

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"What the fuck...! What happened here?" Malison exclaimed, gazing at his living room, paving around, confused.

"I'm even as surprised as you are! That horrible wind left no item untouched.

"Gosh! That wind again..?

"Oh oh.. you've experienced it before? What the hell could that be?" Laney slashed.

Malison stormed around, prowling through the bookshelves, slowly taking note of their contents. As he glanced down one, a singular shock erupted in his mind, anger feeling his expression. Suddenly feeling a pang of despair. In a weak flickering moment of concentration, he stepped back from the shelves, turning to Laney, scanning over, with his head smirking with pain, he groaned for he had seen the witch. After he jumped in the fray, the silence was deafening, the gale was still blowing, the ground was trembling. No one noticed it, but Malison.

Coming to his senses, he slammed his hand down on the shelves. The books flew down, toppling over in a mass. The wind rose, and the dust gathered around, causing both guys to cough so hard, their chests and noses were blocked by the dust. After a couple of minutes, and on the verge of blowing away, they grabbed the shelving handles and slowly and carefully, turning their back to the explosion, the books reassembled in their own columns. The guys' eyes widened in shock, holding back their reactions. Everywhere became so quite like a graveyard. The screen was surreal, and when they stood up, they couldn't believe it.

"What! I don't get it! How is it possible that these books could fall off the shelf and rearrange themselves back into their positions again..?"

"That's fucking awesome!" Malison turned and walked over to the shelf to examine the books, their pages sagged. He wiped off the dust, keeping his eyes on the books. Slowly, he bent over, shaking his head, for he knew what just happened.

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