Bringing Me To Life Novels & Stories

I kneel there with my student’s cum all over my breasts and it’s the most alive I’ve ever felt. How ever am I going to go back to life without this?

Bringing her back took more than I expected. Not force. Not strength. Presence. Holding her here, guiding her back into weight, into breath, into the undeniable insistence of being alive again. I can still feel it in my hands. The moment her pulse wavered and then steadied. The warmth returning where there had been nothing. The quiet relief in her eyes when she realized she was still here. That part stays with me. It hums beneath my skin, low and persistent, like my body hasn’t quite decided it’s finished yet.

"You really need someone who'll tell you what living and being alive is." I shake my head. Someone huh? I don't need someone who'll make me introduce what living is. I can do that...on my own way.

One needs to trust humanity to go on this life, and humanity includes both males and females. Everything looks better after Brian comes into my life, and I am over the moon for that. This is the golden time of my life, and I believe from this only good things will happen to us.

What is the use of living if every single breath you take is a painful reminder that you killed your own love, left her to die, and then only came back to save her when she had already given up on herself? But then, when I saw her giving that speech, I froze to death. My heart completely stopped beating as I watched her standing under that spotlight. It felt incredibly good to finally take in a breath of air after that. My body reveled in the feeling of hot blood pumping through my veins, knowing she was alive. Over these past few days, I woke up with a strangely light heart, fueled by the feeling that hers was out there beating as well. That she wasn't gone forever, but right here in the sa

Egan smiled and said. “Dylan, you are the light of my life, you are the one who saved me from the dark hell, you are the one who gives me joy and happiness. Dylan, you're the only person I rely on, my only family. I wish to give you the best in this world. Dylan, I'll marry you."

After he r mum left she decides to go outside and water the flowers. She takes a bucket and goes outside with a bucket full of water,as soon as she steps out,a neighbor Mrs Ney was busy with her flowers too.Good morning ma'am Lucinda says ,morning Lucinda how are you?when did you come back.I am ok ma'am she smiled I came back yesterday oooh how is work?Work is fine thank you.Lucinda is one of the people who don't like sharing their life activities, she carries on watering her flowers and plugs in her earphones and starts singing loudly.Mrs Ney's son comes out with a bottle of water in a T-shirt and shorts good morning mum ,morning Dray how are you?I am fine mum wanna do my workout outdoors t

Although it wasn't quite as big a breakthrough as getting a book published or striking up an author contract, it was a step in the right direction, and I could tell that it gave her a lot of joy. When it came time for me to head to dinner, I drove Becca's car around to my parent's place which wasn't far away at all. I pulled up in the driveway to my childhood home, and was immediately taken back to the good old days when I would return home each night to the safety of my loving family. I'd always been so blessed to have that, and after being away from here for a few months now, I was only just realising how much I'd taken that for granted most of my life. "Oh honey," my mum pulled me into a

I shouted loudly, "Carlo, I love you!" Carlo's movement stopped. He seemed momentarily stunned as he repeated, "You love me?" I reached for the candle and begged softly, "Yes, I love you. Please, give me the candle." But even as I said it, the words felt hollow to me. For the first time, I felt how weightless the word "love" was—but I had no other choice. I didn't want Lucaro to be unable to ascend to heaven because of me again. Carlo looked at me, a faint smile appearing on his face.

The remote vibrator she inserted before I left buzzed to life briefly as I walked into my building — a low, teasing reminder. I crawled into bed sore, marked, and dripping. And for the first time in my life, I felt completely, perfectly alive.