him come morning.She was crazy in love. Then again, when was love sensible? Love was the most important thing on earth that didn't make any sense.. It burned you, and inflamed you, and then made you whine saying it's cold.Who can escape from the threads of fate? Who can escape from the destruction of blind love?She knew that engaging in one sided relationship was like walking on mined land. Playing with death. But she would walk barefoot on that same mined land to get to him every time, hoping that at the end of the way, she would reach him without being completely destroyed.Therefore, she did not hesitate to tame her traitorous heart and to look at her father in the eyes with a calm look, hiding behind her deep love and a trembling soul, as She said:"But, father, he does not know me.... I live in one half of the world and he lives in the other... How is this marriage going to work out?"Jack understood her question and her doubt about it, so he with the same tone, explaining his
Your innocent face that you represent to John, I'm the one who will expose him so that he can see you for who you really are."Akira kept her cool, replying sarcastically:"I'm everything with Jungkook except innocent."Roselle spread her hands over her chest.And has he ever seen the video?Akira's features froze and her saliva dried up upon hearing her words.Which video are you talking about? Her brain traveled directly to her pornographic position, until she returned her eyes, which drifted away towards Roselle's face, who added:"Seeing you torturing that boy must change his way of looking at you."Akira finally got rid of her freeze and sighed, without Roselle noticing."The video is in my possession, my dear."Roselle furrowed her eyebrows, and Akira added, surprised."Doesn't you feel overly childish? Doesn't that bother you yourself?"Roselle did not answer her, only muttered inaudible words and turned to leave the palace completely, very upset.Akira watched her back leaving,
The distance between their bodies was very close as he held her in his big arms in the small walk-in shoe closet, rocking her back and forth like a mere little child.She could feel the beads of sweat running down her face, smudging the makeup Laura had spent all afternoon perfecting for tonight's Gala. It seemed to her, at that moment, not only her makeup, and the Gala that were ruined tonight, but them, too.She knew he wouldn't like it, but she was scared, very scared.Scared for him. Scared of what would become of him. She could feel his stare on the back of her head, urging her to look around; to meet his gaze.But she couldn't. She couldn't risk looking at him-- into his striking blue eyes-- and not burst into tears.He loved her as strong as a lioness, he'd always said. She couldn't risk showing him her weakness now. Even if it were weakness and fear for his sake. She knew he wouldn't understand.His mint-scented breath was brushing against her nape as the temperature around t
I just love how you love to portray us. I am Algerian, and I find this video, just like Hollywood, rather very biased. Disappointing.I'll speak from the Algerian prospectiveIt all started because of Spain and its brutal expulsion to the myriad Spanish Jews and Muslims, and its ever-growing hunger for invasion. The Algerian Navy has a large and rich maritime history, dating back to 1518, when it began after the increase in the Spanish conquest of the Algerian shores and ports, where it occupied the ports of Marsa El Kebir of Oran, and Bejaia. That's when Algeria seeked out the help of the Ottoman Empire.Unlike what you said at the beginning of your video, the first and most important goal and "objective" of the Algerian Navy was protecting its shores from the Spanish invaders, and saving the million of Spanish people that Spain didn't want anymore because they Either, secretly, remained Muslims, or were Jews. And that's why, unlike the middle east, North Africa had a vast population
In another place, within the walls of the palace, the king was sitting on his huge bed, and around him were many concubines, for his bed was large enough to fit nine people, together. His hand was around a glass of red wine, which he began to mix with honey with his index finger. His long blond hair was gathered in the form of a ponytail at the lower part of his head, and he was trying to look as though he were thinking excessively on what Lord James had just said about his younger brother, PRince Alexander, instead of what he was truly thinking of, which were ladies, of course. He would have been having so much fun, right now, with the those ladies he spent the night with, if it were not for the duke and his friends who chose to cut his fun, earlier this morning than ever before. He was trying not to appear upset, because it was not in his nature to leave girls without fun."King Oliver, Prince Alexander is rather mature now..don't you think his marriage is inevitable?" Asked the duke
Crazed PassionOutline/ Synopsis'"He grabbed a glass of red wine and poured it all over her naked body. She wiped her face and before she regained her vision from the burning liquor, he poured another glass inside her mouth this time, and forced her to swallow it whole and all at once, until she almost choked, and no matter how hard she tried to push his large hands away, he didn't budge an inch.He removed his hand at last, and she began to cough hard. Then she sat on the floor, gasping for air. He kneeled down in front of her on his knees and asked, staring at her coldly: "Do you know the kind of people of whom wine is poured on them?" To his question, she shook her head."They are the same ones I like to sample-- to lick their neck, and whole body with the tip of my tongue, where the smell of wine is strongest, and where it is most red and vibrant.""Damn you, and damn the day I met you," she whispered with malice, as he pushed her silky long black hair away from her face, and cam
PROLOGUEThe distance between their bodies was very close as he held her in his big arms in the small shoe closet, rocking her back and forth like a little child.She could feel the beads of sweat running down her face, smudging the makeup Laura had spent all afternoon perfecting for tonight's Gala. It seemed, at that moment, not only her makeup, and the Gala were ruined, but them, too. Everything was ruined.There was a knot in Amelia's stomach that she couldn't shake loose, and her heart was beating against her rib cage furiously. Something very bad was going to happen and she didn't think she'd be able to stomach, nor bear, the consequences.The time has finally come: they were doomed.She knew he wouldn't like it, but she was scared, very scared.Scared for him. Scared of what would become of him. She could feel his stare on the back of her bead, urging her to look around; to meet his gaze.But she couldn't. She couldn't risk looking at him-- into his striking eyes-- and not bur
It was the jackal—Tabaqui, the Dish-licker—and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbish-heaps. But they are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more than anyone else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of anyone, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee—the madness—and run.“Enter, then, and look,” said Father Wolf stiffly, “but there is no food here.”“For a wolf, no,” said Tabaqui, “but for so mean a person as myself a dry bone is a good feast. Who are we, the Gidur-log [the jackal people], to pick and choose?” He scuttled to the back of the cave, where he found the bone of a buck with some meat on it, and sat cracking the end mer