For My Derelict Beloved Mga Nobela at Kwento

His hand reached forward, performed a few operations and the melody of a sad love song sounded. He admits that he is a lovesick person. He can't even distinguish between faithfulness and stupidity. He doesn't even know if a person like him is praiseworthy or blameworthy.

You burned my house tonight. I will burn the world tomorrow. And when there is nothing left but ash and me, you will crawl to me on broken knees, press your lips to my feet, and beg me to let you breathe. I will say yes. Because you are mine. You have always been mine. You will always be mine. Even your hate is mine. Especially your hate. I am going to fuck you with it until you forget every name but mine. Until the only word you remember how to scream is please.

Come back to me. The tug sharpened, pain lancing my heart—not rejection, but yearning. I staggered, dropping to one knee, the ruins blurring. Isolation, Damian had said. This was it weaponized: the bond as tormentor, amplifying absence into agony. Sweat beaded my brow despite the chill, my wolf whining now, paws scrabbling at mental barriers. Mate. Need. Return.

Beggar Staring into his depths I know that I want to be his, I want to be owned by a hero just one time, but just like that I'm reminded that I am someone else's possession, a beautiful monster, who will never let me go. He will always search for me; he will always find me. “Tu sei mia mendicante.” You are mine beggar. Those were the last words he whispered to me, two years ago, the last time he found me.

“You’re like a beautiful ruin dressed in fire and silk, and though I see the cliffs ahead, I follow still, longing for the wreckage you’ll leave me in.” Fuck, why was that so… sexy? I wasn't supposed to be getting wet. I had a goal I had to achieve. He raised his eyes to mine, his dark and clouded with lust. “Because, my love, that’s all that is going to come out of this. Ruin and wreckage. For both of us. Fuck, all of us. We’ll be your damnation and vice versa. You want to know why you should run away? Fine, I’ll tell you.”

Now your hand fits mine with gentle skill, No chaos, no games left to kill. Just warmth that lingers longer than a chill, A love that stays because it’s real. And somewhere in the past, time stands still— A girl remains heartbroken on that hill. But I am no longer trapped in that stillness, still. Not... right here where you left me. ──────────────────────────────────────────────────── right here where you left me.

Our love is a beacon shining through the wreckage, a reminder of beauty amidst the ruins. This twisted fantasy has brought me him, the one soul who understands my madness and loves me for it. Together we will ride out this chaotic energy, believing in each other and in fate that brought us together. Our story may have no clear beginning or end, but every moment I get to spend with was a blessing amidst the dusk and dawns, and I hold tight knowing Killian was, and will be by my side.

He began to mumble again underneath the quagmire of his thought and consideration. That’s okay… I’m sure I can eventually find you, My Lovely Eriwan Rocky. Precious and valuable things are surely hard to find and to obtain. But, I’m Delwyn Anderson… I’ve been waiting for you for such a long time. I’ve promised to myself that someday later on you’ll be hissing and howling underneath my body, in the middle of my hug, and inside my embrace – with all your explosive and unpredictable desire.

I open it up, and it simply says: ~ Hunter, My love, my life, everything I want for eternity. Be my King, claim me as your Queen, for eternity! I vow to never leave your side! Forever, My Love, Change me ~Love your Gem. My love, my everything, my rare gem, she has returned to me, and I am never letting her go!

"Sit tight." The convertible flung the man behind us far away, until he shrank into an indistinguishable black dot. The coastal highway was wide and smooth, stretching endlessly along the shoreline. Turning on the music, the chorus of My Dearest Delusion spilled out, romantic, with a gentle hook in its lingering notes, drifting off into the seaside wind. The brilliant sunset dyed the sky red, and my white veil was lifted by the wind. My heartbeat was so loud I could hear it.