Dard E Dil Novels & Stories

San Diego had me feeling differently. It was like I became Alex Gray the moment I drove into the city. My personality changed over the following two weeks as I followed Jordan Reed. He was the Vice President of The Reapers and second in command. I knew that if I could get close to him, I was as good as in. He had a set routine and after two weeks, I knew it by heart. He liked to frequent the bar on Broadway in East Village. It also happened to be the whole club’s favorite spot.

I can see her nervousness. In the middle of the tent seems to be a dance floor. It is situated directly in the middle of the tables. On the dais, sits a single chair. For my father or Rae? I don’t know. On the sides of the walls are purple carnations with golden leaves. They are weaved in with vines as well. Little fairy lights are strung up all across the tent causing it to be brightly lit.

Dede asked, her voice trembling as she stared at Brian terrified. "Come on, don't do that. I am a man. I only like what I see and I want it. Have you ever craved something?" Brian said. "That is what it is. I crave you," he said and started advancing towards Dede. Dede looked around not knowing where to go. She decides she will fight Brian. She positioned herself to fight, recalling something she saw in a martial arts movie she watched back in Ghana. The way she was standing with her hand up folded into a fist and her leg positioned on the floor like she was about to do Tankendo, made Brian laugh so hard looking at her.

Clearly, Darian was clueless about the Javanese language. "Sen-dol!" Darian pronounced it awkwardly, which sounded very amusing to Fahira's ears. Instantly, she burst into laughter when she saw Darian repeatedly mispronounce the word "cendol." Darian was taken aback by Fahira's natural laughter, something he had never seen before. Sensing Darian's strange gaze, Fahira quickly stifled her laughter and pretended to be indifferent while stirring her cendol. "Your laugh is beautiful!" Darian whispered, leaning closer to Fahira's ear.

Turning on his heel, Grub marched toward the stream. “Just so you know,” Venya said in a low voice, “I don’t think you have a manly chest.” “F**king man chest, gods he is so stupid,” Kealy seethed, glaring at Dilo who was doing her best to stifle a laugh. “I have no more to say,” Dilo said, her voice straining slightly under the effort of not laughing, “I’m going over there to rest before our march continues.” * * *

He was also scared that Daire was so angry. “I’m not angry, bud.” Daire reached over and picked Cedar up. He sat on the bed cuddling my brother. He started to sing a lullaby in a language I didn’t recognize. His voice was soft and low. I crawled onto the bed. I laid down listening to Daire sing. Before I knew it I was lulled into my dreams.

The fact that he is sacrificing himself just for their safety makes them want to tear up. “Please go…!” Dorian shouted again. Caddel began running towards the border, though it was quite a distance away. Kaden was next, but… Conri found his legs gulped to the floor. He found it so f****** difficult to move—it seems like his legs are refusing to move an inch. “Fuck. I'm exhausted” Dorian smiled before he blacked out on the ground. The warrior wolves were getting closer and the rain of arrows was becoming intense.

Alexander complimented Delilah (Aviva). She smiled at him staring at his emotionless face which made her wonder if he was being sarcastic enough or not. Delilah walked out of his office after bowing and taking a permission which was granted. She walked out with her hands still attached to the left side of her stomach. She began to feel dizzy, everything in front of her went blurry and her kneels gave way!,Delilah (Aviva) crashed to the ground fractioning her kneel, she fell back was causing fother damage to her rib.

Somewhere below, waves fold softly against the sand. That night we make love slowly in the wide bed with the ocean murmuring beyond the open doors. There is no urgency, only care. They take turns moving inside me while the other holds me, kisses me, whispers quiet promises against my skin. Every touch feels like a vow. When I come apart it is with tears on my face, tears of overwhelm and gratitude and a love so large it barely fits inside my body. They hold me through it, murmuring soft praise, stroking my hair, reminding me again and again that I am safe and wanted and theirs.

Ardon The last petitioner leaves the dais with his papers clutched tight. The herald lowers his staff as chairs scrape and robes shift. I stand and let the chamber empty along its usual lines, but I don’t release the service door. A small tilt of my head and Darian moves to hold that threshold with his body.