Novelas y relatos de Gothic I

Would it change the fact that they both fucked up bye the will of destiny? The world of Gothic is not that easy, many secrets are ready to be untold. Be ready. Be brave. The secrets of Gothic, what would it be? Are they ready to discover and get this out of the shed? So many untold questions to be reveal. What really happened, to the forgotten era? *** ©Skies Ambrielle

Her earlobes were slightly flushed, a telltale sign of her arousal. They might have been able to kiss until the end of time, but I couldn't hold on any longer. I pushed open the mansion doors, and just as I was about to step out, I turned back to see Colleen pulling away from Ronald's lips. Even as they pulled apart, the closeness between them clung in the air. Perhaps it was the allergic reaction, but my chest felt tight, and I couldn't catch my breath. Once I stepped outside, and the wind hit me, my skin began to itch all over. However, I didn't dare scratch myself and pulled out my phone to call for an Uber.

"Are you seriously going to reject me even in my dreams?" Laurent's voice dropped, turning low and hoarse. "What do you think you're doing?" In the quiet room, I heard him swallow hard. Scared? Well, he should be. With a few frantic movements, I stripped off the tight evening gown that had suffocated me all night. Then, I leaned down and pressed my lips firmly against his.

I won't let you go. "I will make it so you can't live and can't die."

My friends would have had me committed. The night finally came. The location text arrived exactly twenty-four hours before: an ancient, sprawling Gothic mansion on the misty outskirts of the city, hidden behind towering wrought-iron gates and walls of dense, whispering hedges. I spent hours getting ready. I chose a floor-length, backless black silk gown that clung to every curve like liquid sin. The neckline plunged daringly low, deliberately exposing the long, elegant column of my throat and the delicate pulse that beat there. My dark hair cascaded in thick, glossy waves down my bare back. Diamond studs glittered at my ears. No perfume — only the clean, warm scent of my own skin, my excitem

Whispering in public like this. "Stop whispering. We are close. I don't want to influence their opinion." Linc says, taking a little step away from me. I am so tempted to laugh but then the person in front of us moves away and we are standing face to face with a goth girl. She is dressed in all black. Pierced nose and eyebrows. Ears too. Tattoos line her neck. She looks painfully bored. I look at Linc, he is staring at her like it is his first time seeing a gothic person. I can't hide my grin.

I stopped dead in my tracks at the monstrosity before me. It like an ancient British estate, with a manicured lawn labyrinth-ed by forbidding trees. Through the tangle of forest, a huge Gothic mansion sprung from a horror novel. It looked like Bluebeard's castle, made of dark wood and stone. The windows wept open; gargoyles yawned on the eaves. The terrifying music came from within, and I could have sworn a skeleton with a flute flashed past a window.

"The moment I go back, I'll send her away. I promise you'll never have to lay eyes on her again. Please, just give me one more chance, alright? I love you, Lena. We can start over. We can have another child together." His expression was agonizingly earnest, and a few genuine tears rolled down his cheeks. I had to admit, this was the most pathetic, unraveled state I had ever seen Brian in. In my memory, he had always been a man of absolute dignity and immaculate polish. He had never looked like this—wearing the same wrinkled, disheveled clothes for days, his frame looking slouched and hollow. The handsome charm he once possessed was entirely gone, replaced by a haggard, depressing aura. His e

“Once you’re on my boat, you’re mine. If you dare run, I’ll break your legs.” I fell silent, not saying a word. She continued calmly, “Send me your ID. I’ll get the paperwork done. I don’t want you backing out.” Something was definitely off with Summer. In my mind, I had imagined ten thousand scenarios where she would use marriage as a convenient way to torture me. In the end, all I could manage was, “See you at the wedding, Miss Flores.” The moment I said that, a voice sounded behind me. “You’re inviting Summer to our wedding? I won’t allow it!”

Slowly, Abigail got up from her seat and walked towards the back corner booth, it was the only one with a window that looked out into the alley, she wanted to see what was going on. Abigail could not hear anything that was said, but she could tell the conversation was anything but calm. Suddenly she saw it, Mr.Goldbergs eyes flashed yellow, and Daniel’s flashed the color of midnight. She could believe what she had just seen. Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form.