Novel & Cerita Fly With Wings Of Love

Yes, I had a high sex drive but I’m not uncontrollable like demons who visit people in their dreams and have sex with them just to relieve themselves. I spent some time alone in the forest, trying to understand my new wings. I discovered I could will them to flap, spread out, and cocoon around me. It wasn’t even hard to learn to fly with them and I had the urge to fly up further into the sky but I was worried someone else would see. Luckily my anger had died down when the wings sprung out of my back. I was more concerned about the strange development than some stupid bitch who has nothing to do but throw herself at a man who doesn’t want her.

After the call ended, he wandered the streets as the past seven years replayed in his mind like a movie. The first memory he thought of was when I arrogantly asked him to buy me coffee. Ray also remembered how he had secretly added sugar to my bitter drink back then. Next, he recalled our bittersweet first kiss and how we had stood determinedly before my father, hand in hand. He also reminisced about our early years when we had weathered storms together. Then, he pondered how the recent ones had been filled with silence and apathy. Seven years was a long time—to the point where he couldn't distinguish when his love for me had turned into hate.

"I can make a neat margarita." "Too sweet." "Vodka?" "Too strong." "Tequila?" She smiled, "Too risky." "Tequila it is," he chuckled. "How about that flask?" she asked, glancing at the gold flask sitting behind him. "That's absinthe, Miss. It's dangerously strong." "Perfect." He hesitantly handed her the flask. "Thanks," she grinned, pushing the glass of her whisky into his hands. "See you around." "Without a name?" he asked as she turned to leave.

It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal. I stood where I was, watching the fire grow smaller and smaller until the last ember was extinguished. I felt no nostalgia or reluctance, only calm and relief. I then picked up my suitcase and took a taxi to the airport without looking back.

He showered me with an abundance of care and attention. At that time, whenever he came across something novel or interesting, he would always bring it to me first. He was the person who dispelled the fear and unease lingering in my heart with his love and care. But all those beautiful moments vanished on that chaotic night like a mirage. Trapped by someone else's scheme, he gave me an intoxicating "dream" that I couldn't resist sinking into. When the effects of the drug wore off, however, he showed me that the cruelty of the prince of the Hare City's circle was no mere rumor. My dreams were shattered piece by piece under his cold gaze and heartless words.

He reached out to her with his love, using the bond they had. Rosalie felt it, she felt his love as she lifted her head. She pushed hard, trying to get herself to the pillars. She had to take them out, even if it was on by one. Brandon and Drezic came screaming in catching them all off guard. Brandon angled well enough her broke two and cracked the third. Drezic took out the other two. With a flap of her wings the air forcefully broke the last one. Collapsing to the ground she fell back into her human self panting. Drezic whom was closer crawled over to her placing his warm tummy just gently above her.

He didn't realize that the joy Raymond felt when he was called by his name had created a new feeling within Ravi, like many butterflies flying out of his chest. "Ravi?" Ravi woke up from his reverie, seeing Raymond tilting his head in confusion, one of his eyes shining brightly. Ravi licked his dry lips and shifted his body away from Raymond. The intense scent of chocolate still filled Ravi's lungs. "Yes. So, can your wings make you fly?" Raymond's smile faded, and he shook his head slowly. "No, they're just decoration. I'm the only one like this. If I were a full elf, I could use them to fly, but these wings aren't strong enough to lift my body."

Somehow, they'd gotten their hands on my flight info and cut me off the minute I walked off the plane. Mom looked at me like she couldn't believe her eyes, as if she needed proof I was actually standing there. Then, all at once, she broke down and threw her arms around me, her face wet with tears. "Wanda, my child, it's so good to have you back. Where have you been all these years? Dad and I never gave up looking for you." Her act left me speechless, and my heart stayed cold. I shoved her back, uninterested in playing my part in their dramatic reunion act.

A family that got to watch me fly, fly as high as a butterfly. THE END

I clear my throat, “Come on, Divina, bring those wings out.” She sighs in defeat and says, “Fine, but you stay over there.” She rolls her shoulders and takes a deep breath and I watch as her upper back ripples and the skin over her shoulder blades split open and her magnificent wings burst forth. This time there are no blue flames, just Divina and her silvery blue wings. I walk over to her and run my fingers over her wings, and she shivers in response and ruffles her feathers up and out effectively knocking me back a few feet.