Lent: Stories Novels & Stories

she replied, beaming with smiles. “Would you Raymond Laurence take Elena as your lawfully wedded wife?” the priest asked. “I do,” I replied, opening her veil. Our lips met together, the cheering and applauding of the audience fading as we got stuck in the moment. We have survived. Now? We thrive. FIN

It is the most beautiful thing to do in life with your husband, to pray together. They found peace in praying, they said their adkhars. She laid her head on his lap , finding a peace of heart. He played with her head, the scent blowing his nose. "What do want to eat baby"He asked slowly, unknown to him she was fast asleep. He dropped her on the bed and lay close to her. Sleep took over them. Lukumades, Most European cultures have their version of doughnuts, but Greek loukoumades are arguably one of the tastiest. They're perfectly fluffy fried dough balls topped with Greek honey and cinnamon.

"What story?" "Once upon a time… Well no, not exactly once upon a time. For you, it is in the future, but it will never happen again. Because of a great incident, there was a mother and daughter of a certain noble family who were deceived by bad people, harmed by their relatives, lost everything, wandered around homeless. Finally stopped then came to this Lentia to live through the day. Here, there was a woman named Joe who helped the mother and daughter." One of them, hearing this, mumbled:

Sara remarked. "It has to be the wine," Lena said. She hurried through her breakfast and let to continue her preparations for the honeymoon trip. She was folding clothes, making lists of things they needed for Europe. Vincent returned to the house with a grocery bag. He saw his stepdaughters, sitting cross-legged at the dining table. He could barely focus. Memories of the previous night flooded his mind. He recalled the twins’ bodies bouncing on his cock. The way their tight pussies gripped him. Damn it! Last night was crazy.

TALES OF INSTANT LUST - SHORT READS Preface Greetings, Reader Welcome to a world where passion flares up in the most unexpected places, where lust takes the stage, and where desire never waits. The concept behind "Tales of Instant Lust" was that not all love stories have to be quiet or poetic. Irresistible chemistry, unsaid tension, and raw hunger can sometimes express more than a thousand romantic words ever could. Designed for people who want their fantasies to be served quickly, hot, and unrestrained, these stories are brief, intense, and explicitly sexy.

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They carried stories folded into cloth pouches sewn into their coats, passed down from mothers and elders and former strangers who had once been enemies and were now nothing more—or less—than humans trying to remember how to be. Inside the dome, there were no seats. Only a circle of quiet. And at the center, the new lattice root. It looked different again. This time: like an ember. Not fire. But the idea of fire. Something waiting to burn, or warm, or heal—depending on who approached. Lena knelt beside it. Eleni stood guard. Jessica knelt on the opposite side, her hands resting gently on the outer rim of the lattice. Torin didn’t kneel. He stood back, eyes scanning, always watching.

he said, his voice a low vibration that hit me square in the chest. The chatter died instantly. He turned around, leaning against the podium, his sleeves already rolled up to reveal the lion etched into his tanned skin. My pulse spiked. I couldn't stop my eyes from tracing the golden outlines of the beast on his arm, remembering the way it seemed to ripple in the moonlight of my subconscious. "The Art of Storytelling is not a solo venture," he began, his almond eyes finally sweeping over the rows. "To understand narrative, you must understand collaboration and the friction of differing perspectives. For the remainder of the semester, you will be working in groups of five."

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?

Our two amazing coaches couldn't stop raving about each of us. But later that night when everyone was too caught up in dancing and laughing, having the best time of their lives. Charlotte and I slipped into a quiet corner together, and we kept kissing and kissing. And I believe that if even only a few amazing things happen to you in your life, it's fair to say that you're very blessed. ~The End~