Ethereal Txt Novels & Stories

“Here is a little promise. When I reach the right age, I will come find you. Let this dandelion be the symbol of my promise.” He then blew the dandelion making it’s white petals flow in the air as they became one with the sky. As he was focused on the dandelions flying in the sky, I looked at him and started to admire his image. His tousled brown hair, his strikingly green eyes and the smile that never fades. Without noticing words started to slip from my very mouth. “I could watch you everyday.” A voice said. It took me seconds to realize that the voice belonged to me. Gavin turned his head to face me, his face full of surprise and confusion.

When it finally came, I nearly dropped the mug I was washing. Ethan: Miss me yet? Me: Not even a little. Ethan: Liar. I can feel it. Me: You can’t “feel” a text, genius. Ethan: No, but I can imagine the face you’re making right now. I smiled despite myself. Me: Smug, overconfident, and full of nonsense? Ethan: Adorable. You forgot adorable. It was ridiculous, how easily he got under my skin. We texted for hours that night about nothing and everything. His hotel was somewhere by the beach, and he sent me a picture of the view from his window: dark waves catching faint moonlight.

I wiped my hands hastily on a rag, leaving streaks of blue and gold, and picked it up. Ethan: I made it to home. Feels like walking through syrup. Everything’s too loud, too bright. I miss the quiet. I miss you. A simple text. Yet, it landed like a stone in my chest. Miss the quiet. Miss you. He wasn’t talking about the penthouse. He was talking about the space between us. The peace we’d found. Lila: Syrup sounds sticky. Avoid important documents. I’m painting the apocalypse. Or maybe breakfast. It’s hard to tell yet. I miss the quiet too.

“Let me see His Highness.” The door opened softly, and Harrison quickly stepped inside, moving to Ethan’s bedside. Ethan lay there, his eyes closed, his face gaunt but still exuding an ethereal beauty, like a celestial being in a deep slumber. Unable to resist, Harrison gently slipped his hand under the blanket, holding Ethan’s icy hand. The soft skin, cold as ice, made Harrison’s heart ache. Sensing the warmth from Harrison’s hand, Ethan slowly opened his eyes. His gaze met Harrison’s, filled with worry and genuine affection. Seeing the concern in Harrison’s eyes, Ethan managed a faint smile.

she whispered. “I do not want to leave either,” I admitted. My fingers traced slow patterns on her bare back. “This was never supposed to happen. But I do not regret a single second of it.” She looked up at me. Her eyes were shining with emotion. “Neither do I. You made me feel alive again, Ethan. You made me feel desired. Wanted, beautiful.” I kissed her forehead. Then her lips. Softly this time. Full of all the complicated feelings we could not name.

I whispered, my golden marks glowing with a weary, white-hot defiance. Beside me, Eryx was a statue of Grey-Iron. He reached out and grabbed the silver thread with his bare hand. The contact didn't burn him; it Translated him. His arm became a series of geometric cubes, his crimson eyes momentarily turning into flat, blue pixels of information. "Darlene... it’s... cold," Eryx rasped, his voice sounding like a digital distortion. "There’s no blood in here. Only Metadata". "Release it, Eryx!" I shouted, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my chest to push back the compression field.

A thin layer of mist coats the loch, and the heather and fern are dull in the grey light. Ahead, there are a few Wolves making their way back through the castle walls, laughing and joking with one another. They’re all as naked as Ethan. “Goddess!” I turn my head, only to be confronted with Ethan’s hard chest. My pulse beats a little faster, warmth blooming in my lower stomach. His grip on me almost imperceptibly tightens. “You Wolves really have no modesty, do you?” Ethan chuckles. “It’s only natural.”

The kiss tastes like victory and Whiskey and mine. “Let them talk,” I whisper against his lips. He grins. “Let them choke.” Later, on the terrace,the city lights are glittering below. Ethan pours himself whiskey. I sip cider. “I love you,” he says. I clink my glass to his. "Always and forever.” My phone buzzes from an unknown number. It's a single text: I already know its from Celeste. Enjoy the calm. The storm’s coming. —C I delete it.

Tessa moaned. She felt an intense draw of orgasm on her body already. Ramil's hard masculinity makes a good effect as it seems to caress her precious jewel. "You are so fucking gorgeous, Tessa," said Ramil to her. Tessa bit her bottom lip because of the desire attached to what Ramil said. She knew Ramil knew why she was doing that. And she proved it when she heard him speak. "You are wet and ready, baby," Ramil said and then completely lowered the tube dress she was wearing.

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?