Gentle And Lowly Summary Novels & Stories

"Given all the carnage out there, we missed one heck of a fight. The scouts said the Wolf Mother had awakened, and they weren't lying." Lowell pulled on his pants, which he had left on a rock, and gave Derick a brief, powerful hug. Then the others fell to their knees, their voices joining in a chorus that shook the trees. "Long live the King!" I stood there, blinking, the shimmering light of the lake slowly fading as the reality of the situation crashed down on me. I looked at Lowell, who was now standing tall, even in his beastly form, receiving the homage of his soldiers.

He looked up at her once more, eyes heavy, voice low and certain. “I won’t be gentle.” To be continued

She held his hand and led him to a seat in their shallow living room. Their mountain was now scantier than it used to be, but the major thing was that they were happy. They had lesser servants now because of the terror that had happened. It went down in history as one of the worst days ever. People still mourned their loved ones and painters illustrated it in every shop. The people's powers had returned with a reverse spell and things seemed to be moving in a normal direction. "I am strength in itself." He chuckled, feeling proud of himself. He received the cup from her and planted a kiss on her forehead.

One minute, he’s the most fragile person, and the next, he attacks you out of nowhere! Lowan walked towards me with black cards floating around him. I don't understand why he's attacking me. He smirked and fired more cards at me. I immediately stood up and ran like hell. While I was running I felt my heart tighten for a while; in a sudden release, I de-souled. I cracked my whip at Lowan. He didn't even flinch. How can he endure that much pain? I struck him again; this time, he grabbed the end of my whip and sent cards flying my way. Without letting go of my weapon, I rolled sideways to dodge the cards and immediately turned my whip into a rapier pulling Lowan toward me and giving him a sucke

Why was he being so gentle with me and why do I love it? "You're perfect," he murmured, bringing me out of my trance, his voice was full of awe as he began to move in and out slowly, each thrust deliberate and controlled and I allowed myself to enjoy being made love to... Ashton was making love to me, not fucking me like the beast we both are but cherishing me, as if I were something sacred. His movements were slow, almost reverent, each thrust deliberate and controlled, drawing out every ounce of pleasure. My hands instinctively slid up his back, feeling the taut muscles flex with every motion. "Why..." I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our mingled breaths. "Why are you

Genteel turns to look at her, “I am fine, why ask?” “Because, you are acting kind of strange and that divine power that just covered us with right now. It did not feel like yours at all!” she expresses her doubts over the current Genteel. The blank look on Genteel’s face and the blank look her eyes have is making her uneasy and she is slowly backing up from her. Genteel perceives everything, “Do not be afraid, my friend! It is a power only I can use purged off all emotions but I still have a little understanding of how I felt before I tapped into it!”

I responded, my voice laced with respect and kindness. She cast a thoughtful gaze upon me, and then softly inquired, "May this humble pack member hold your hands?" Her words held a self-deprecating tone, but I immediately interjected, refusing to accept such belittlement. "No, do not speak of yourself in such a manner. You are not a lowly woman. You are an elder, deserving of utmost respect at all times," I insisted, gently clasping her weathered hands in mine.

Glovia fearfully said, moving backwards. "I do not know why you annoy me so, Glovia." He continued. "I have treated you better than I have ever treated anyone. Tell me, have I harmed you? Have I treated you like the way most elites out there treat the servants?" He gestured angrily, spreading his arms to prove his point. "Answer me!" He ordered. Glovia quickly went to her knees and bowed. "No my Lord." She answered, tears silently falling from her eyes. "You have been very gracious with me. I sincerely apologize for taking your kindness for granted. Please forgive me, I beg you, my Lord."

But now, I finally saw the truth. This was just a transactional obligation to repay a debt of honor. Silently, I swapped out the dying flowers and set up fresh roses on the table. Genevieve glanced at me and thought. [Well, at least she's obedient. I suppose that's somewhat useful.] I took a seat across from her. My hand remained perfectly steady as I poured her tea, and the smile on my lips remained gentle and polite. But this time, there wasn't a single ounce of sincerity left in my actions.

She sighs and took my palms into hers. "Lowell I've known you right from when you were a kid. You're always been a wonderful child. you have a good heart. search in your heart bring back that good person you've always been. Don't let anger define who you really are. Lowell I know you wouldn't want to have the blood of an innocent girl in your hands right?"