Lagoon Mga Nobela at Kwento

Picking up my stride, I run and breathe, letting the sweat run down my face and back. After about a few miles, I reach my lagoon. The lagoon is my favorite place to think. The place where I can be myself without any interruptions. It’s a beautiful spot untouched by men with its gentle waterfall and refreshing water. Sometimes, when I have a moment, I lie on the rocks near the waterfall and stare up into the sky. I’m a few feet away from the lagoon when the sound of splashing water alerts me to a nearby presence. Releasing my claws, I climb across a rock wall that blocks the

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I look at the lagoon—one last time. The sun is rising. The water is turning gold. The life they built—scarred, beautiful, ours—doesn’t end. It continues. Differently. But forever.

When Jace puts me down, I walk a bit closer and realize that it is a beautiful lagoon! “Oh my god. This is crazy!” I carefully hop inside the cave. It’s more spacious than I thought. There is a bank—probably three or five meters from the lagoon. The sand here is finer and smooth against the skin, something akin to a beach sand which I am thankful for because my feet cannot handle another rocky soil. My eyes twinkle at the sight of the gorgeous lagoon. The roof is almost a story tall and it has a tiny opening just enough to let another fleck of sunlight shine through the water. This place looks lik

I whispered before turning to my side of the window. I gasped at the vision. The tunnel leads to a lagoon with roof yawning wide enough to reveal the sky and the view of the other side—an island lush, untamed, ringed with jagged cliffs. There were structures and watchtowers at the heart of it. This is what a den is to him?! This is an entire territory! He was definitely understating things. “Are you sure we’re not dead yet and this isn’t purgatory or something? I have an inkling that with you around, this is definitely not heaven.” I mouthed off while my eyes never left the view.

The sight before me steals my breath away. A hidden clearing stretches out before me, covered in soft moss and surrounded by a circle of drooping trees that hide it from the outside world. At the center of the clearing is a small lagoon. The blue-green water glitters in the sunlight that seeps through the trees. Flowers bloom along the lagoon’s banks, their colors popping just as vivid as the beautiful water. This place feels private, like a sacred, magical place that shouldn’t be disturbed by anyone. I take a step back.

Lyra I arrived at the Luna's house just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden hue across the hills. The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of pine and earth, Calista's favorite, I thought, as I walked up the gravel driveway. This is because I perceive this scent more than others here.

The lagoon's exact depth was unknown. Mist drifted upward like soft breath from the cavern’s throat, and warm, damp air clung to their skin. The stone walls wept slowly, glistening with sheets of mineral-rich water that painted them like ancient tapestries. It frizzed Charlene’s hair mercilessly. She caught her reflection in a smooth ripple of obsidian water and groaned inwardly. If only I had my cell phone, she thought. I could check my hair. She tried to smooth down her edges, hoping Issa didn’t notice her stealthy grooming.

Now all they had to do was wait, wait until she returned. River rode down to Keystone, to see Mount Rushmore. The drive was so beautiful. If you’ve never been up there, then you are missing out. The beautiful, huge, green pine trees, even the dead trees lying on the ground were mesmerizing. There’s a reason they called that small town Deadwood. The breeze, the air quality, the mountains, the lakes…speaking of lakes, Lake Pactola and Lake Sheridan, are beyond magnificent. Nothing like Lake Houston, River thought and giggled. Stopping at both lakes, to her surprise they were still icy cold and it was about to be June.

This lake was definitely their best place for years so Rowan and I usually come here a lot to sometimes to relieve their memories. “This is so beautiful” Monna’s sweet voice brought me out of my thoughts. She had the most beautiful smile I've ever seen as she looked around the whole place. “ of course it is,” Rowan said “ the water is blue?” Monna exclaimed rushing towards the lake with excitement vivid on her face. “No Monna, it only looks like that from a feet away, it turns perfectly normal when you get close which is why it’s called the magic Lake” Rowan explained “ Really?” Monna asked

I walked and ran to reach the end of that small road. It didn't take me long, even though I was in pain, it didn't hinder my actions until I finally reached the end. It was a lagoon. The falls were loud. Wispy plumes of steam rise off its milky-blue waters as mountains tower on the horizon, giving it a supernatural feeling. But despite my astonishment at how beautiful the lagoon was, it was overpowered by my strong admiration for the man. It is near waterfalls and is allowed to fall down with water. The water of the lagoon only reached his abdomen so I could see his beautiful back. The way his mus