Eternity Dawns

By L.M Novak

Eternity Dawns is a sensually romantic and sexually seductive story of connection between Emiel and Jeremy, two of the exceptionally gifted employees at Brandon & Brandon. From the onset an unsettled physical desire eclipses Emiels mind, shielding truth through the seeking of personal pleasure, unsettling her capacity to focus true direction - complete her mission, and embrace her destiny.
With the dawning of Eternity she expands her ability, challenging the heavy conflict with darkness, resulting in a climatic crescendo of love and desire where Emiel has to choose to proceed for the sake of humanity, or negate her destiny for the sake of love.
Eternity Dawns challenges the reader to open their mind, to extend beyond the beliefs we have been shown to exist, to embrace the individuality of our human existence; our right to freedom of choice, to discover who we are and what we are capable of. It allows for the dawning within our mind to recognise and recall the endless possibilities of life and in the living of that life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: May 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499002034

L.M Novak

I have called Australia home for the past 40 years. I believe in the beauty and diversity of life, of the unique and inspirational cultures we have, of the everlasting evolution and beauty of nature on this planet, and our connection with the universe. Our freedom of movement to travel, truly delivers the belief of Australia being ‘the lucky country’. I have always loved to read, to acquire knowledge and learning through such, and to pick up a book simply for pleasure. A yen for the pen worked towards creating and self-publishing a poetry book in 2005, which saw a small amount of printed copies. A three and a half year journey across a computer screen directed me, L M Novak to complete into print this novel. Artistic creation has always been an interest, and writing has become the most passionate. Other interests include travel, music, and the connection I will create with people from all corners of the globe.

Book preview

Chapter One

The platform was slender and stretched for Eternity. Emiel stared down at the chequered pattern in front of her boots. Squinting, she was able to transcend beyond the depths of vision to encompass the gentle movement in the murky mass of darkness.

Oh my God, she muttered softly into her cupped fist. Holding breath for a glimmer of a moment, Emiel strained her ears for more than silence. Nothing!

Nothing but closed sound lasted only a few seconds past a minute, for there it was—other that her own, the diminutive motion of breath through air as she had heard before. And the angle from whence the sound came connected with the movement. Within one swift heightened pinnacle of motion, the empty darkness failed to exist as the form evolved, and empty space no longer was.

A dark and elevated majestic embodiment of life form stood before her. It overshadowed Emiel’s space—heavy, daunting, yet disturbingly exciting, legs astride and securely balanced. He was but at an arm’s length away. His eyes were dark and piercingly complex, for within them, there were no boundaries.

Emiel looked towards the distant brightness suspended above the structured outline of Eternity’s platform. He invaded the space and shrouded the vision of what lay below it. Emiel had known that in order to complete the quest, expectation of reaching Eternity was part and parcel of the process.

She looked down as his arm descended to engulf her waist and bring her body in close proximity to his form. He moved with ease, with speed, without resistance from her, as to have resisted would have predetermined her failure. His eyes were penetrating and close, his lips thirsty, and groans of lust escaped his hungry mouth as he lashed his tongue inside Emiel’s mouth. She allowed without fight, for to fight would have been hopeless. His strength, his need, and his power overwhelmed any chance other than to surrender. A sound escaped Emiel’s throat, a sound not heard or experienced in some time, a sound that brought to mind a presentiment of recently past desires and bodily aching. His lips began to trail down her neck, kissing, feeling, licking her flesh, her soft skin, searching for something to deliver his body into a higher realm of aspiration. As her body curved backward, with one swift tear, he freed her breasts from beneath her jacket and smothered them with his mouth. He groaned, greedily trailing his mouth over mounds of silky flesh. He pushed close his body against her, holding hers behind her waist, his hands sliding down her buttocks, pushing down her skirt as his mouth slid down below her stomach. Sensational feelings of firing embers ignited between her groins as his tongue pushed hard within. He lifted her in his arms and moved smoothly along the platform. She lifted her head and noticed the stretch to Eternity. Could she wait until then? Could her body stay hungry that length of time?

His body was tight and hard and wet with wanting. They were both unclothed and physically embraced. Mouths locked in hunger, hands touching, feeling, and lusting for sensual delivery of sexual desires.

As they moved in unison towards each other, her body arched up towards his. Holding fast and hard her thighs, he penetrated between them, rubbing his manhood against her softness; moving in rhythm to the euphoric feelings created between them; responding to the desires of the flesh, to the need of fulfilment, to the wanting of another being; feeling depth and breadth and width simultaneously, until reaching the heights of release as one; breathing heavily against each other’s skin, into each other’s space.

As their breathing took on a more even pattern and bodies lightened, Emiel stood and looked about her surroundings. Though the darkness prevailed, they were unrecognisable and confusing, and this confusion wore on her brow. She turned to speak, but to whom? She spun 360 degrees. Where was he?

Nowhere! Nowhere at all.

As swiftly as he had evolved, he had disappeared.

Chapter Two

Sunlight danced gracefully across the bed as the gentle breeze stirred the window covering, shifting shapes rhythmically. Outside the tenement, below in the street, the children played Tatokball. It was the latest craze for kids to bide the holiday time away.

Emiel stretched under the covers as the twinkling light blinked her eyelids and highlighted her hair’s copper pigment. A ceiling fan whirled metrically above her head. Her eyes focused to follow its flight path as her thoughts recollected the mentally recorded events of last night.

She expelled air heavily and stood up. Her slender legs took her to the bathroom. The soft spray of water soothed her aching body as thoughts returned to yesterday. She had managed a marathon, felt herself come so close to absolute successful completion, and now felt decidedly deflated. Emiel shook her head. It shouldn’t have happened! She shouldn’t have let it happen! How could she be so reckless, so weak, and so damn foolish as to have allowed bodily desires to impede upon and interfere with her true direction? She would kick herself squarely in the backside if that were humanly possible. She implored herself to stay focused on her directive. This was way too important an assignment to fall prey to petty wants.

The buzz of the doorbell alerted her to the fact that a schedule needed to be met with and adhered to. This was most significant and extremely important—no room for delays or wandering off the mark.

Shortly, she called to the peal of a second command. With haste and experience, Emiel clothed her body, fluffed her hair, and swept tinted moisturiser around her face in a matter of a minute. She moved to the door whilst sliding into the second shoe, taking hold of her shoulder bag in the process.

Hey, she greeted with a smile and gave a peck on the cheek of the blonde-haired woman who stood at the entrance. They both proceeded to move forward in unison and to vacate the building simultaneously.

Once inside the bright red Porsche, the other woman spoke as she engaged graceful movement, increasing the driving pace of the smooth motor vehicle.

Brack’s slightly more agitated today, she warned Emiel.

What’s doing with him, Sarah? she asked as if she didn’t know.

Sarah glanced towards Emiel with a quick lifting of her eyebrows. He’s not happy with the lack of advancement in our assignments.

Emiel shrugged her shoulders. "Perhaps he should take on our positions once in a while, glancing back at her travelling partner. At least then he might witness first-hand what we are up against."

Sarah tended to agree but could see Brack’s point of view as well. I can’t say I don’t agree with you on that one, Emiel, yet I would refrain from pushing back on him today.

A second look towards Emiel produced a reason for a much-needed additive to her last statement. I mean to say, you know what he’s like, bit of an arrogant pigheaded prick at times. But he does help us meet with our living expenses, Sarah grinned, and the bonuses are pretty damn good when they come.

Sarah tapped the steering wheel with her fingers, indicating one of the rewards one could be showered with from an employer like Brack.

Yes. I know what you mean. Must offer thanks to Mr Brack B Brandon every now and then, Emiel thought out loud. "Wonder what the B stands for. She looked over at the driver. What do you suppose, Sarah?"

Sarah shook her head. Sorry, I was off with the fairies, she said, smiling.

Hmm, Emiel nodded slowly, repetitively. Yes, I’ve noticed that a bit of you lately, my friend. What goes with you?

Sarah glanced sideways and blushed slightly.

Emiel smiled loudly. No need to explain. She nodded, understanding.

What were you asking?

"Nothing really, just wondering what the middle B stands for in between the Brack and the Brandon."

Not sure myself, Sarah offered after a moment’s contemplation, navigating the car to come to a standstill between the black BMW and the silver blue Mustang.

Hmm, yum, now that’s a car I could ride! eying the Mustang. I’ll have one of those, please, Mr Brack B Brandon.

Turning towards Sarah, she added, Wonder if Brack would double up on the bonus and toss in someone like Ja, Jared, Jarod, Jaaaaaaa something. Now he’s a man, babe, that one. Oh yeah!

Jaron. His name’s Jaron, Sarah sounded offended.

Oops. Sorry, honey, didn’t know he was your beau.

He’s not. I mean, he is, but he isn’t, if you know what I mean! Sarah sent a quick look towards her friend. Non-dating fellow workers was an understanding amongst all the employees at Brandon & Brandon.

Sarah was afraid. As far as she knew, no one else knew. Rules were rules, and strong external physically bonded relationships between co-workers were taboo, liable for immediate expulsion from the company.

Sarah sent Emiel another look.

Don’t be concerned, Emiel stated, reading the anguish in her friend’s eyes. She placed her index finger vertically across her lips. All is safe with me.

Sarah smiled thanks. She liked Emiel. She was attractive, amusing, and good company, a bit reserved at times, but mostly fun to be with. Akin to herself, Emiel had an individually exceptional ability. That was true of all staff at Brandon & Brandon, but their ability was silent and unexposed to each of the other employees, as too was their work assignment. Only Brack knew or was allowed to know their individual abilities and their individual involvements in any situation. It was another one of the rules persistently programmed into each person in employment, and divulging one’s ability or assignment to another was extremely dangerous.

Okay, time for me to face the music, Emiel grinned as the two women walked towards the tall, tinted glass building. It can’t be that bad. And it’s too bad if it is!

Just remember, Emiel…

Yes, I know, Emiel agreed, smiling. Don’t push him today!

See you at five then, Sarah said before disappearing to the right of the fountain. Emiel veered to the left. The individual rooms for employees were accessible from the elevator to the right. To the left, the elevator took one straight up to the top, to Brack B Brandon’s office, the B & B Den, as referred to by some staff members.

The top was one place Emiel aimed for in a disturbed kind of way, but not necessarily at B & B’s top!

Reaching the top involved climbing up the so called ladder to success, where one can escape menial responsibilities and gather greatness through excelling self-sufficiently. Of course, success is best achieved through personal gain, and that was the way Emiel played it. Perhaps that was why the ladder to success was slow and somewhat painstakingly methodical. But she would have it no other way. Of course, the offer was there once upon a time, not so long after she had started employment at Brandon & Brandon. Having learnt, understood, and abided by the rules set down by those in power, she had discovered then that some of those with high power often had a ruling of their own, a way of misleading a young employee into perceiving that they too were playing by the rules.

It was the first end-of-year work party at Brandon & Brandon that Emiel had attended. She was familiar with a few of the staff and not so familiar with the so-called silent partner at Brandon & Brandon. He was pretty sure of himself and full of confidence—Brent Brandon, Brack’s brother.

Emiel did not fall short by his manipulative strategy and was later made known about his equivalent advances towards several of the newly employed females, offering them a shortened walk up the ladder towards success, in exchange for a few sexual pleasures. Any wonder he was kept silent in this business partnership!

The elevator sleeked to a stop on the twenty-ninth floor as Emiel smoothed down her skirt and tossed back her loose hair.

Brack’s personal assistant raised her eyes. Good morning, Ms Juele, she acknowledged, offering a grin in place of a smile.

Emiel tipped her head. He’s expecting me, Ms Carmody, she stated without waiting for the assistant to announce her arrival to the boss.

Emiel knocked once and entered.

Brack looked up mid-discussion, still talking, and waved for Emiel to be seated at the front of his desk. Emiel sized up his countenance as she placed herself before him, noting the pleasantry of voice, and was hopeful that the amicability would stay when it was their time to converse.

Yes, baby, yes, I’ll call you back. Hmm, yes, definitely, can’t wait, he said in a lowered tone, cradling the phone back in place and smiling at it.

I understand you wanted to see me, Mr Brandon.

Yes, Ms Juele. Thank you for being so prompt. He looked up at her and gave some thought a few minutes’ consideration.

How do you see your assignment progressing? he asked, clasping his hands together in front of him and rubbing the undersides of his thumbs together.

This was a known mannerism of his when something was bothering him. But at least he gave his employees the courtesy of self-explanation in a situation before negotiating his next move.

Fairly well, I would have to say. I did have a minor setback yesterday, though, looking up at him, but nothing I can’t get past, she added, slightly shaking her head and smirking.

He nodded his head once as he pursed his lips. He stood up and walked over to the window, looking down to the street below.

"You understand how important your position is in the game of things, Ms Juele?" he asked, indicating to the external space with a wave of his hand.

Yes, I am very aware of my position and the level of attainment required before completion.

"Good, good. Then we can expect to see some real headway in the very near future." He looked at her.

Real headway! Emiel thought, what the heck had she achieved to this point if he recognised nothing of her accomplishments so far. Real headway! Internally she was fuming. Externally she had to placate herself.

She took a cool breath and counted to five, acknowledging his supposition with a tilt forward of her head. If that’s all, Mr Brandon? she asked before rising to her feet.

Yes, yes, Ms Juele. That will be all for now, he agreed, looking up from the pile of papers he’d picked up off the desk. Get back to me on Thursday, he called out to her as she reached the door. Emiel paused a minute with her hand on the doorknob, her knuckles whitening ever so slightly before the turn.

She was infuriated at the expectations, eyes darkening with anger. Two days! Two bloody days to make real headway! Fuming, eyes dark, and lowered in annoyance, she moved swiftly through the opened door. Two bloody days!

My goodness me! the approaching man sneered as she sailed into his chest.

I’m sorry, she retorted, stooping down to gather her scattered papers. Blast it! she mumbled under her breath in reference to the dodgy catch on her briefcase that had required attention months ago. She could feel it was going to be one of those days, perhaps mounting up to be one of those confounded weeks!

I’m sorry, she said once again as she stood up.

Well, perhaps a little more focus next time, he grinned, handing her his collection.

Thank you, she answered in a civilised tone, offering a quick smile to a disapproving face. A brief glimpse summed up his distaste—his eyes dark, touching heat through her skin before he turned away in haste.

It seemed the day was off to a great start. Two charmers already! How fortunate for me! I wonder if it can get any better, Emiel thought, raising her eyes. She put on a cheerful face and strode into her own personal workspace.

Chapter Three

The wind howled profusely around the outer perimeter. Scattered leaves swirled spasmodically to the tune of confusion created by the heavy dark and dismal clouds caught in a web of sun-bursting streams of light.

The golden sun lay horizontally upon the western plateau, its shiny face soon to escape beyond sight, allowing night to take hold.

Emiel ran fingers through her hair and stretched out her neck. She was satisfied with the rest of the day’s progress without any more aversions. She sat back in the high-backed chair, resting her head on the uppermost support, closing her eyes, inhaling one deep breath and exhaling slowly and steadily. She wanted to return to the place of last night, to the moment before distraction, before euphoria, before the releasing of wanton lust and unadulterated desire.

As she opened her eyes, the blackness took hold of her vision. A slow fanning of the eyes divulged to her the sameness of space, the lack of shape, and the recognition of familiarity. Ahead lay the key to completion, to achieving the accepted position, role, destiny, call it what you like. It was all the same, one thing: a necessary acceptance towards progression, ensuring deliverance of completion, and outcome of success.

Focus was her main concern, the much-needed strength to enable delivery of the desired result. Once again, she looked at her boots and the chequered pattern in front of them, trailing her eyes along the slender platform as it continued through the darkness into Eternity. Emiel steadied her eyes, focusing on the distant brightness.

Eternity.

It would take forever to Eternity. The thought prevailed most dominantly in her mind. Eternity, she sighed softly, stepping her right foot out in front of her and concentrating hard. Concentrating on the far-reaching distant acceptance of knowing her quest would be accomplished once Eternity was reached. She focused ahead, reminding herself that all would prevail once direction had been adhered to.

The slight of sound broke through the barrier, her air space, her focus, dislodging her gaze from the directive.

She moved her head to the left and down, eyes enveloped the darkness, circles of movement in the murky blackness below her.

This was her challenge, she knew. Strength could be drawn from within, aiding in the completion of the quest. And once that strength was drawn, focus was easier to preserve and maintain.

She lifted her head, looked straight ahead, and listened. Taking a slow deep breath, she placed her foot forward and aimed towards progression a second time. Only a few steps past that point the embodiment took shape, towering itself before her, halting any forward movement on her part.

Emiel took one step backward, closing her eyes in the process, focusing on a need, a need to pull from within herself strength strong enough to face the challenge, and willing her mind to dilute the fiend into the darkness from whence it came. She created in her mind the melding of the life form with the murky blackness, liquefying the shape so that solid form ceased to exist. She visualised and processed the performance in her mind. Memory had stored previous knowledge of triumph in the use of this ability, so this new challenge felt less intimidating, giving her a forward sense of unequivocal security.

Perhaps in the course of this quickness to dissolve and eliminate this being from her space, Emiel was unprepared for the feeling that shattered her mind as the liquid bled down over her hips, running down her thighs with a charging heat. She failed to hold her focus, opening eyes instantaneously. Complete dissolution had not finalised, and the warmth of the sticky liquid embraced her as the form reverted to its preceding representation. The touch burnt through her flesh without searing her skin, stimulating, and riveting her to the space she stood.

Move away, Emiel’s mind warned herself. Don’t give in. But she couldn’t. The physical power reigned supreme and clutched her body tight with a fierce desire to taste, to conquer. She felt herself becoming rigid as the being took shape and hold of her senses. Unable to move at liberty, she felt the necessity to feed the desire forming within her body. His eyes devoured her with a lustful yearning as they pierced through to the depths of her core. His mouth coveted hers and took without asking, his tongue lashing freely within, opening pleasurable responses as the fire burnt fiercely, igniting every fragment of aspiration, connecting, and moving towards unification of darkness and light.

No words were spoken. Fingers parted the covering across her breasts as hands clutched her greedily, hot, hungry lips suffocating the soft skin. A deep groan escaped his body as he continued movement downwards, trespassing between her legs, entering the wet softness with shuddering motion. He worked his rhythm, increasing its strength and its speed. Emiel arched back, unable to overpower the climatic sensation evolving. Her body moved in response to the thrust, to the speed, and to the urgency, reaching exalted sexual gratification and final release.

Her head spun from the heady fulfilment as she lay where she had been placed, eyes closing. Wow, she thought, slowing her rapid breathing pattern to regulate the air flow to her lungs. That was something! Emiel accepted. Yeah! Something you should have steered clear of. But yet again you succumb to your sexual desires and spoil everything!

She opened her eyes in distraught anger. She knew she was weak, detracting off her given course and falling for desires of the flesh. Yet, for some reason, she did not understand the reasoning behind her loss of self-control. Not once but twice! What element grieved her lack of containing focus? What reasoning could she offer that aided to thwart her ability to retain strength and direction?

She slapped her head before regaining composure and stood up. It was just as frustrating to, once again, be unfamiliar with her surrounds and to be standing there completely alone.

Chapter Four

It was four o’clock in the morning, and the sunshine had not yet had a chance to eliminate the moonlight’s fluorescent gleam. Another nasty night dream moved through Emiel’s mind, awakening her in an abrupt dizzy craze. She had been running barefoot through the muddy terrain, reaching unknown territory, unfamiliar places, faces, street signs, everything out of place, new. She shivered slipping into a side alley as unfamiliar voices moved towards her space. Yet as they approached and their pitch