Novel & Cerita Flying Wings Of Love

"Angel, what are you insinuating? That I..." "That you are not even worth the loyalty I am giving you. Do you know how many guys that asked me for a ship evryy single day? Is it because I just want to be with you and love you because I chose to? What do you think about love again? Being a cheat? Does that sound like love in its gestures? Like, Really?"

my voice now raising in volume. “Then fucking show me,” she practically screamed at me. “What could be so bad or terrifying that you do which would leave me traumatized? What’s to say that seeing what you do, I mean actually do, doesn’t kick start something inside of me to be like you are? You have no…” I couldn’t take it anymore. The anger was fueling how I felt about her. I couldn’t love her. Love was a weakness that someone could use against me. The way she stood up to me was so fucking hot. I felt like I was going to explode.

'You're nothing but my ex now! 'Loving you has been the greatest stain on my life. I will never forgive you. You're not worth any of my longing, not anymore.' Sebastian picked up the photograph on the table and pressed it to his chest. Slowly, he drifted off into sleep. And I also turned away and left. 'From this life to the next, we will never meet again!'

It was a sight that even she herself couldn't bear to look at for too long. Finally, she whispered hoarsely, "Yes, I love you." As soon as those words left her lips, Hendrix pulled her into a tight embrace. His grip was so forceful, as if he wanted to press her entire being into himself. And at the moment, Noelle's vision was filled with bright and dazzling fireworks again.

The person on the other side stated. I had to clear my throat before I could respond “Angels shouldn’t have clipped wings.” “I understand hold just a moment.” The man that had answered pressed a few buttons and before I knew it, I could hear June’s voice through the phone, “Are you safe?” June was straight to the point, but in her line of work I assume she had to be.

Listen to the rhythm of my heartbeats, The morning never meets the night there. Let’s together we fly and go there. I have brought the wings let's fly. Let’s go there, let’s go to make love. We both go to that place.

"No, Sarn, you must go back. You must have your wings." His smile is glorious. "You are my wings." "No." "Yes, my love." The tip of his finger touches my chin. "The Goddess gave me the choice, but it was no choice at all. Wings mean nothing without love..." "No..." "Let me finish, love. I flew from the claiming field until I reached the dragon realm crossing. I shifted and walked to Bastian's castle. I needed to say goodbye and I needed a ride to the earth realm crossing. I gave up my wings before I ever reached you. They are of no consequence. I am still a dragon in my soul as long as you are there with me."

Diving through storms I summon just to feel the rain on our skin. Soaring until the air is too thin to breathe—and his heat is all I need. Every flight a promise. Every touch a vow. Raw. Consuming. Eternal. The flying isn’t escape. It’s us. Unchained. Burning. Together. his wings carrying us both, powerful beats thundering in my ears, my sunrise boosting us higher, wind roaring cold and sharp against my face, biting cheeks until his heat chases it away, his arms unbreakable around me, body pressed tight, heartbeat syncing with mine, the rush of air tasting of ice and freedom.

“And just how are we going to get there? Am I supposed to fly us out of here? I know you think I'm an angel, but I don't see any wings.” Lucifer releases an aggrieved sigh and shows her his wings. “I have my own, luv. However, how about I transport us instead?” Lana's mouth falls open as she gazes upon his magnificent wings. “Okay, that’ll work.” She mutters weakly. It would be funny if the situation weren't so dire. I have to give it to her, though, because she composes herself quickly, gives us a tight hug and whispers. “I love you both.” We both hug her back, clinging tightly until she takes a step back and gives us a watery smile. “Everything will be okay.”

Was I sober enough for a kiss– Something spread out suddenly, the sound of heavy gush of wind startled me but the sight right before my eyes was breathtaking. “Your wings,” I whispered barely above a whisper as I stared at the large wings sprouting from his back, spreading out and blocking the light. It casted a dim light around us, his eyes sparkling as he watched me. “W-Wow!” I breathed. “You're an angel.” “... Of lust,” he shrugged. “These are the wings of Lust. It's more or less my identity. A big part of it.”