Entwined With You の小説・ストーリー

The bond hummed, wrapping around it. Ours. Together.

Rhea’s POV Each step I took was like a heavy rock weighing on my shoulders. I should be the one by his side, with my arms hooked to his. I should be the one elegantly nestled close to him. I could see the woman's lips were slightly swollen and glittering, giving off what must have happened not too long ago. My heart clenched

I buried my face in the pillow, trying to sort through the whirlwind of emotions. Could I truly resist him? The thought of being trapped in a beautiful prison both terrified and thrilled me. I was torn between the fear of losing myself and the allure of the connection we shared. This was no ordinary bond; it felt as if the universe itself had conspired to bring us together. But at what cost? I just need to stay away from him for now.

"Too long. An eternity." They sat in silence for a while, their hands still entwined, the connection between them a tangible thing in the quiet room. It was a silence filled with a tentative understanding, a shared acknowledgment of the pain they had both endured, and a fragile hope for healing. But it was also a silence pregnant with unspoken words, with fears and doubts that threatened to shatter the fragile peace.

“Of course.” That desperation could be the key to making her stay. I needed Lisa to stay in the cave and not try to escape, but I didn’t have the time to babysit her. Also, Dylan is going to be running a lot of errands. She needed to stay of her own volition, and I needed to promise her answers to do that. “You and I,” I started slowly, measuring my words to ensure I didn’t reveal too much, but revealed enough to make her hooked, “our fates are connected. This prophecy connects us both in ways that you cannot imagine. “

He seems calm enough, but I wonder whether this is a prelude to a storm. "How is it that you managed to see through me?" Alex asks. "How were you able to look into my soul and see the things that I have never even acknowledged for myself?" His voice cracks and my heart aches for him. "I think—and I know this sounds trite—that we have a connection. I have felt it since the day we met. Despite the situation, your dominance and all my other worries, the moment I was with you I felt calm. I trusted you. If I believed in that kind of thing, I would almost say that we were old souls that found our way back to each other." I honestly don't know where this has all come from, but the words have just

The right one will know all your weakness and never use them against you. ATHENA Destiny is like a tangle ball of steel wires. The more you try to discard the layers the deeper it cuts your palm. It unfolds itself in miraculous ways...always remaining unpredictable. I really don't know what's going on right now. What is she doing her??? How did she came her???and most importantly why did she came here???? "Thea are you fine???" Amelia asked me while hugging me. I am so confused right now.

"All I know is that Mia and I have this burning fire between us. It's sort of like, we can't get enough of each other. I don't know if it's love, obsession, or lust. All I know is that I want her by my side and together, we shall figure out why we can't get enough of each other. In the end, what will be will be." Theodore took a sip of his whiskey, he smiled, placing his cup on the counter. "It feels good to see this determined and possessive side of you." Colt arched a confused brow at Theo. "Don't get me wrong, you've always been determined with regards to everything you do. And you're always possessive over your loved ones. It's just so refreshing seeing you being this possessive over Mia

“You’ll get wrinkles.” Before he could stop himself, he reached out and gently smoothed the crease on her forehead with the tip of his finger. The moment his hand touched her skin, he stilled. What the hell are you doing? He pulled his hand back slowly, shaking his head at himself. This was ridiculous. He had read somewhere that people sometimes had doubles—doppelgangers scattered across the world. Maybe Maya simply resembled JoJo. That was all. Nothing more. Yet the familiarity kept tugging at him like an itch he couldn’t scratch.