Angel Falls A Novel Holiday の小説・ストーリー

Angel’s Pov. After dinner, he took me on a late-night drive around the city, eventually stopping on a hill with a breathtaking view of the skyline shimmering below. We sat on the trunk of his car, our fingers intertwined, the cool night air brushing our skin as we gazed at the heavens. His warmth anchored me, his thumb grazing my knuckles in a rhythm that felt both soothing and possessive. “Raul,” I murmured, breaking the quiet. He hummed, his deep voice vibrating through me. “Was your marriage to Catalina forced?” I asked, my voice soft, eyes fixed on the stars to avoid his gaze. He didn’t answer immediately, the silence was heavy. “Yes, Angel,” he finally replied, his ton

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

Angelina said, constantly staring at Nathaniel who was driving and was in a perfect mood after the fireworks. "It's okay, I'm alright now" he responded, tapping the steering as he smiled at Angelina. He felt light and was happy after saying everything out, he has been avoiding them and he thought this was the time to face his past. Well… he was already facing it since the moment he stepped his foot on the island. "Okay," Angelina beamed at him and peck his cheek. They got home, showered, and changed their attire. Angelina wore an eight-piece Ankara gown that stopped at her knees, the bodice was tight, showing off her bosoms and heels.

“Roll my windows down first, I can tell what you two were doing.” Author's Note: Sorry about the delay, Saturday I had to take my oldest to the ER. He had croup and that with his asthma was super rough. Then my youngest caught it :( Now both kiddos are feeling better, but I've gotten sick too. I'll keep you guys updated as much as I can, til then I'm pushing through it to create more content <3 If you aren't following my facebook author page Facebook.com/JaneKnightWrites you should, I had a big announcement this past weekend. My book Hers for the Holidays is now available in paperback through amazon. It's a mfm shifter holiday romance with a high heat level. Hope everyone is having a good

Sparkle promised, focusing on her laptop screen rather than the never-ending loop of her time with Kaleb. Once the comment section was cleaned up, Sparkle posted her client’s holiday letter to her fans, then closed up the site and opened the next one. Another holiday letter to post and a few pictures the author had taken at the latest writers’ conference she’d attended. “How much longer, though?” Hayzel asked again, just a touch of a wheedling whine in her voice. “If we don’t go soon, all the Christmas trees will be gone.” Drama, thy name is Hayzel Alexa Pearce, Sparkle thought with a smile. Reaching out, she gave one of the girl’s pigtails a tug.

On the count of five, he let go of Angel and looked at her with his characteristic shady look, which Angel used to rarely see, but now Dave always gave her that look. “It's been a minute,” said Dave. “Then let me go.” But neither of them move. “Actually, I have something to give you.” “What is it?” Angel's eyes started to sparkle, which greatly comforted Dave. Dave turned to hold Angel's hand and brought her closer to the bed, he took something in the nightstand drawer and handed it to Angel. Angel read the writing on it and suddenly her eyes widened. “You…!” “Yes, holiday tickets to the Maldives. Just for the two of us.”

JUMP AND THE GODS THEMSELVES WILL GIVE YOU WINGS I close my eyes and listen to it's call, leaning closer and closer into its sweet embrace. I close my eyes and bite my lip. I see why The Angels would want to leave from here. "Goddess you look beautiful!" A deep voice says from behind me. I whirl around almost loosing my footing. Strong hands grip my waist and pull me from the ledge to make sure I don't fall. Warmth radiates from where our skin touches. I look up and into familiar eyes, eyes I will never be able to forget. I immediately pull out of the embrace.

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp

I get lost trying to find my way back to the bedroom after showering, irrationally nervous that the mustached man on the painting will steal my maidenhood, and I finally return to see that someone has left a gift. On the painted white nightstand, in a small mason jar, is a gift left just for me. Red honey, filled to the brim, and the lid is tied with a patterned bow. My name is painted onto it, in black, and there’s a note next to it. With one hand I try to keep my wet hair out of the way while I read the note. Honey for my honey. I turned as red as the contents in the jar, threw the note to the ground, and grabbed it. He won’t know if I drink it, I can drink it and say nothing. Nothing!

"I do not understand what is happening to me. I am a complete mess. Every time I think about this love—this forbidden, impossible love I feel for her—I am filled with frustration and conflict. I do not want to betray the Father, and I certainly do not want to betray Eron. But I cannot help what I feel. I am completely drowned and overwhelmed by these emotions." "I know you are strong enough to get through this, too," Ajal said firmly. "Just do not give in to despair. And above all… do not ever let yourself be carried away by the rush of your emotions alone." Ajal is a true friend and an exceptional guide. He always helps me see things clearly. He was also the one who told me about the existe