After Lake Scene Novels & Stories

Tears cloud my eyes and I moan because it is not possible for me to regulate my body. “I need it.… “What do you need? Oh... the wound on the arm… “I need Mikhail... I can't wait any longer. I need to link up, call him please.” I say complaining about the discomfort I feel. Lake closes the door and orders us to move, so, although I cry because of the discomfort I feel, I am relieved that we are leaving for his territory. But, what happens is that Lake gives off her pheromones while getting naked. “What's wrong with you? do you want to kill me?” I ask in the middle of whining.

she mumbled again while playing in the water. Instantly Ronan walked over. Why is this so tempting... even though at first he wanted to take Rena up from the lake... but why now does the lake feel so tempting? He wanted to dip his feet into the lake… Ronan did, with a smiling face…looking at Rena. He sat on the same bamboo deck where Rena had been sitting and dipped her feet. He dipped his feet just like Rena…he felt refreshing cold… the water of this lake is very clear and refreshing. He could see in the distance… there is a large waterfall… at the end of the lake.. maybe this is water from the top of the mountain, so the water felt cold and fresh… but the surface of the lake water is so ca

she flashes me a quick smile before closing the door behind her I stumble out of the bed,trying and failing not to be impressed by the room or the view out the window. A stunning lake stretches out before me, its glassy surface perfectly reflecting the softness of the morning sky. Nestled nearby is a charming lake house. Rolling hills surround the house, extending for miles in every direction, their peaks and valleys adding to the sense of endless space. In the distance, about two miles away, the sun is just beginning to peek over a mountain, casting a warm, golden glow over the landscape. The entire scene is like a living painting—breathtaking and surreal.

"Come here and look at it." He pointed his finger on the right side. Lisa moved her gaze in that direction, only to see a beautiful lake, not very far from there. She could clearly see the crystal clear blue water of the lake. The lake was surrounded by many small and big trees which were reflected in the water. She could see wild ducks swimming in the water and also could see many birds flying over the lake. The scenery was breathtaking, and it was so pleasant to watch. There was not much crowd as all people were busy watching the flower garden. Very few people knew about this place. There was a huge rock beside them.

She walked slowly between them, fingertips brushing lightly against the edges of canvases. She stopped at one—an incredibly realistic painting of a lake, shimmering under a sky of pale blues and white streaks. Lake Tekapo, New Zealand, the engraved inscription read. She smiled faintly, imagining Nicholas sitting at the lake alone, paintbrush in hand, eyes focused and serious. He must have looked handsome. Peaceful. Like the Nicholas she wished she could know better. She gently shifted that landscape painting aside to look at the next one behind it. She froze. Her breath hitched.

said Alferd. *** The days have changed. Not taking Larissa to the beach for so long, they spent a lot of time today in Watergate Bay, Newquay. Lake's taking his sick leave to spend time with his girlfriend. This afternoon, under the bright sun Lake was sitting before a canvas with a brush in its arm. He looked intently at what Larissa was sitting on a boulder, playing with her long tail. The woman's smile was so broad, it made anyone interested in seeing her especially Lake.

A clearing opened before us—wide and calm—and in the center of it all, there it was. A lake. The water was still, clear, almost glasslike, reflecting the pale morning sky. Trees encircled the edge like silent sentries, their leaves rustling lightly in the breeze. It was quiet here. Peaceful. Lenora let out a quiet, awed breath and slipped her hand from mine. I let her go, watching as she stepped closer to the water’s edge. She squatted down gracefully, her fingers brushing the lake’s surface in slow, careful strokes. The sunlight filtered through the trees above, casting shadows that danced over her skin.

Leah's POV As I woke up, I couldn't find Finn anywhere around me. I rubbed my eyes, put on some clothes, and walked out of the warehouse. As the sun began its slow descent behind the distant mountains, the shimmering waters of the lake seemed to come alive with a brilliant golden light. The ripples on the surface danced in a gentle, rhythmic motion, reflecting the vibrant hues of the surrounding flora. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers and the soft rustling of leaves, carried on a gentle breeze that swept across the lake. Birds chirped and sang their melodic songs, filling the air with a symphony of nature.

Beautiful dark indigo eyes stared greedily at the stage, which opened from above, framed by lush oak leaves. Three naked girls were swimming in the lake, lit by the sun, happy, not noticing anything around. Surprisingly different and charming, each in its own way: a delicate blonde with milky skin, a tanned lively brunette and a bright red nymph, with two thick braids along her thin back. The guy's fingers trembled, slightly coloring the charcoal, and then suddenly flashed, applying quick and precise strokes, rapidly outlining the curves of the young body of one of the beauties.