Gusion Love Guinevere Romane & Geschichten

I sat on the edge of the tub with my heart hammering and my face burning and I stayed there for a very, very long time. Welcome to RavenBane, Guinivere!

As soon as I got back to my room I sat on the bed and I let my mind take me back to the book I read in the library. It all started when two best friends Gonzalo and Ambrogio fell in love with the same girl. Not just any girl but a human. FLASHBACK TO A THOUSAND YEARS AGO Guinevere approached her master, Ambrogio’s chamber with fear. Guinevere who just arrived at the palace owned by the famous feared vampire in all of the world.

The sad truth spoke that it was only lasting the duration of a few seconds. Instantly, as if her lips were trained to react with his, she kissed him back, the shadow of a smile playing along her lips and masking, the low, deep moan that had lodged itself in her chest, the same moan that just knew; being in Jasper's arms (the anguished sun sinking low over the greed of forest in the distance kissing her skin much like the lips that moved against her) was where her entire life had built up to. Love was an overused word (one that had depreciated; lost its value), yet to an extent—Genevieve knew she was experiencing just that.

Ved said cupping her cheeks. “Do you love me?” Ved asked but Marya pulled away from his embrace leaning to the other side of the tub facing him. She knew she loves him but she is scared to lose him. She knows this won't last long and these feelings will only bring more pain to him. “This love can never be accepted Ved, you know what this type of love is called?” Mayra said and took a pause. “This is Stained love,” She said looking straight into Ved’s eyes. Ved didn’t know what to say to that statement but he got angry at her words. How can she disrespect his love for her and more importantly herself?

“Your sister is a manipulator, can you see how she's clinging onto the king?“ I heard an unknown voice say. “You think I don't know that? I hate her, she always wants to be ahead of me at everything, even in getting married first.“ She said with a scornful tone. I swallowed nervously, and leaned in to listen more. “If you want to beat her, you'll have to play her at her own game. Make your own moves too. Do you understand?" “Yes I do, but it's not like the king would even notice her. Clearly I'm more attractive than my dumb sister.“ Gwen said boastfully. “Of course, she doesn't stand a chance!“ “But I'm only a maid, why would he notice a maid?“ “You know how the saying goes, love is blind. H

Castle of love Episode 37 🏰❤❤🏰🔞💪 Please like before reading 👍 ***************************** (Queen Victoria goes to see Tiana in the dungeon) Queen Victoria: Hey Tiana Tiana: (angrily) Welcome back... Betrayer! Queen Victoria: (smiles) Awwnn, Why the sudden attitude? Tiana: You've been playing me all these times, You never wanted to help me, you were just using me to get what you want

We are on the cusp of a new beginning, and as I look to the future, I know that the love we share is the force that will guide us. The End!

Since that's the only other place she knows the road to. I kept on walking for a while my mind drifting off to when she shouted I love you, and I swear I felt my heart in my throat when I heard her. She can't love me, I don't have it in me to love anyone back... I tried the first time but it was all in vain. It was terrible actually, it ended like a fireworks show. Jade, just the thought of her name made my jaw clenched and unclenched unknowingly. That bitch, I trusted her with my life, but she came back to bite my fucking ass hard ripping off my heart in the process...

“Don’t read into it.” “Too late,” she replied lightly. We worked in companionable silence for a while, passing items back and forth. Every now and then our fingers brushed, brief and accidental, yet each time it sent an odd jolt through me. I told myself it was nothing. Just proximity. Just tension from everything happening in the pack. I was wrong. Guinevere climbed onto a small stool to reach a higher shelf stacked with folded ceremonial banners. She stretched, balancing on the balls of her feet, fingertips barely grazing the edge.