Journey Deeper Novels & Stories

A few women’s knees gave out, and they sank to the floor, muttering, “Why Tanond…?” I knew exactly why they were reacting this way. In my previous life, it was at this exact moment that the news had broken — massive numbers of tourists to Tanond had gone missing. They were rushing headlong into a deadly trap, risking almost certain death. All I could do now was pray that fate showed no mercy and none of them return. “Wait a minute.” A man with glasses frowned sharply. “Why did they all go, but you didn’t?”

The guards didn’t see me. Moonlight cut through the trees in silver daggers as I moved deeper into the forest. My breath clouded in front of me, the air thick with the scent of earth and old things. The deeper I went, the quieter it got. No insects. No birds. Just silence. And then the same whispers. Not loud, but they were everywhere, like the trees were leaning in to speak directly into my ears. "Key… Gate…" "Awaken…" I stumbled forward until I broke through a tangle of undergrowth and found myself in a clearing.

The cold water rushed into my nose and ears, and the freezing sensation enveloped me. As my consciousness started to fade, the distant screams of bystanders seemed to drift away. Through the dark water, it felt as if I had traveled across time and space, arriving in a place completely different from the real world. After three thousand five hundred and forty-five days, I finally saw her again. With red eyes, I watched as Emma gently cared for a little girl, and I called out softly, "Emma, I’ve come to find you." But she did not seem to hear me, taking the little girl’s hand and preparing to leave.

Sometimes in a deserted hospital, Juna wakes up and sees how his wife is sleeping in the cold and can only hug her, Juna want to give her the natural warmth he has, but he still feels reluctant to his in-laws. "Sorry, baby, we are married. There is no honeymoon. Even just sleeping together is not there." "Do you still remember what Cheryl went with? She left with deep regret for all of us. We don't repeat the same mistakes, and it's not the intention of praying for the bad Jasmine. But, while we are still trying and helping what we can do, don't feel bad. it will haunt us for life. "

How the hell did all of this happen. One moment I had it all and the next, I am reading a tweet about me being broke. My dad made a mistake, the way he puts it, and lost it all. Like all, money, house, cars... The bank will take the house in the next week or so, the cars too, there is nothing left. I even have to leave school since he needs to withdraw the payment. What the hell are we going to do? I have to leave my friends my life, fuck. I was sitting on my staircase calling Tom when the whole situation became even better.

I've fallen for a knight He shoots me this arrow of love I can't resist It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's an impeccable feeling for the impeccable you. I sang as i thought of him, i had no idea I've being crying again, I remembered my dad's word "tears does not solve problems" i wiped my tears but my eyes still watered, my stomach grumbled cos I've not eaten and I my didn't know when I slept off. ***

¶Aiyla PoV¶ ¶But One Of The Big Lessons I have Learned From My Journey Is You Can't Please Everyone, So Don't Try¶ - CHRIs COLfER 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Sometimes in life painful things can teach us lessons that we didn't think we needed to know...

It was as far as he ever went. The junction up ahead was staring at him, waiting for him to choose his next path, but alas, he never went past the junction, it was his boundary. His eyes glanced around, scanning the environment. He could see people blending into alleys and moving themselves to hide from the angry storm. He let out a gruff breath, certain that thus, his walk has come to an end.

This was the very same voice that had asked him to abandon his troubled existence, urging him to set forth on an journey toward an undisclosed destination. Typically, its tones had been gentle and ethereal, but now, an unmistakable urgency coloured each whispered word. "Let me through," the voice murmured, its plea laced with both pressing urgency and a gentle, haunting tenderness that sent electric shivers coursing through John's entire being. His heart raced, and for a brief moment, he faltered, attempting to grasp the surreal essence of this voice that reached into the very depths of his soul. It was unlike any experience he had ever had, as if it had emerged from an obscure recess of his

It was like heaven had also become much, much closer. “Giovanni,” I cried, his name again aching my back, making him slide deeper into my throbbing pussycat. Giovanni’s hands moved under my body, clasping the cheeks of my bottom as he angled his thrusts. This time, he went so much deeper into me, and with every plunge of his length, it would rub against the sensitive nub of my flesh, making me gasp. I had thought that there would be no greater pleasure than what his thrusts were already giving me, but this—