Novel & Cerita Brokeback Mountain

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,

The rogue village sprawled out before her, much the same as it had been the last time she’d seen it through the narrow crack in the cave wall. Crumbling buildings, makeshift homes, and dirt paths wound through the settlement like a maze. The rogues moved about their business, some in human form, others shifting into their wolves as they went about their daily routines. It was a harsh, unforgiving place—so different from the orderly life she had known in Crescent Moon Pack.

Connor only knew one pretty rich blonde. He didn't know why Alexis did what she did but he wasn't going to let it go. He'd teach her a lesson she would never forget. The bitch had ruined his life. After the Dean found those drugs in his bag, he had been suspended. That he could let go. But having him expelled and thrown in prison? Fuck. He was going to make her bleed. His mother and little brother were struggling to make ends meet because they'd used all their savings to get him a good lawyer who hadn't even been able to help him. She hadn't just ruined his life. He had to stoop to Byron's level in order to provide for his family. Alexis had turned him into what he was and she was going to r

She closed her eyes briefly. The storm had tested her. The betrayal had cut her. The doubt had nearly undone her. But she had not broken. Gold, when placed in fire, does not weaken. It refines. She opened her eyes. Tomorrow, production would begin. Tomorrow, press previews would be scheduled. Tomorrow, the world would see what emerged from the flames. And for the first time since the headlines began, Mia allowed herself a small, steady smile. Not because the storm had ended. But because she had learned how to stand within it. And create anyway.

"Be glorious. This is all I have left to give." I watched the beam of light from the temple far away, a small, satisfied smile on my face. Then, I coughed up a mouthful of blood. I sank to my knees on the mountain, my body trembling from the exertion. Maybe it was time to go back to the pack...

“More than I thought I would.” A dark, satisfied chuckle rumbles in my throat. Pride and lust swirl in my gut in equal measure as I move to the ropes, hoisting each broken man back up until they dangle again, like slabs of rotting meat. Aurora leans against the car outside, her face tilted up to the fading sunlight, contentment smoothing the sharp edges of her expression. As I step up beside her, bracing my hands against the frame, I lower my voice to a warning murmur.

Slowly, he felt Luna getting accustomed to his presence before he started to increase the rhythm of his movements. The cold of the night, within an old barn, became a silent witness to the union of two souls fulfilling their love and passion. Moan after moan filled the entire barn, and the cold breeze was heated by their intense fervor, burning within them until the dawn began to reveal its warm light.

I tried to stand, but My legs buckled. I crashed to the ground, arms sprawled and blood pooling beneath me. The world dimmed, darkened…And finally went black. One moment and everything… absolutely everything… shattered.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

She can't handle heartaches like this. * Abubakar woke up the next day with a terrible migraine. He knew the cause of the migraine was because he wasn't able to sleep. This was his first night at his own home, with the woman he loves, but yet... there was nothing exciting about it. And that baffles him so much. Where was the excitement that had been building in his for months now? Why doesn't he feel anything? What had happened to their connection? He took a slow bath with the thoughts of how Zeenah had slept. Worse than him? Or did she have a good night's rest?