Lyric My Universe Novels & Stories

She said as I stared down at the sweet liquid and licked my lips. "Shh. Be patient baby. I promise I will make you c*m with my tongue. Let me do what I was going to do first." "Please hurry baby. I want you to lick it so f*cking bad." She said as if her life depended on me licking her pu*sy.

"You have proven yourselves in the mortal realm. Now, a greater challenge awaits. The balance of the universe is at stake, and you three have been chosen to restore it." Aria exchanged glances with her companions. "Chosen by whom?" Lyria extended her hand, revealing a miniature galaxy swirling within her palm. "By the very fabric of the universe itself." Liora's eyes widened as she stared at the swirling galaxy. "That's... inside you? How is that even possible?" Lyria's gaze was serene. "Everything you know, every star you've wished upon, every dream you've had—they all exist within this plane, intertwined and connected."

Her fingers hesitated for a second before she tapped Blake’s name. The phone rang twice before a familiar voice—breathless and anxious—picked up. “Lydia?” Lydia let out a shaky breath. “Hey, Blake.” “Oh my goddess! I’ve been trying to reach you all day. I tried the mind-link at least ten times. I felt something—like something inside me was...cut off.” Lydia swallowed. “That’s because it was.” “What?” “I joined the Blue Moon Pack today,” Lydia said softly. “We had the mating ceremony. I’m part of Blue Moon now.”

But then- A familiar scent reached me. Warm honey. Lavender. Clean linen. Orion had passed this way moments before. The scent lingered like a hand on my back, steadying me, guiding me toward my room. And though the corridor felt long and my body wanted to fold- I followed it. Because somewhere down that hallway, the Luna had walked. And I could still feel her gaze on me. Seeing me. Knowing me. Worrying for me. I wasn’t walking alone. Not really.

And the silver burns hotter with every movement, making me hiss through my teeth. "Help!" I shout, my voice echoing off the empty walls. "Somebody help me!" But the only response is the vacant bounce of my own words, mocking me. No one's coming. I'm alone. The realization crashes over me like ice water, and my chest constricts painfully. The twins. Goddess, the twins.

"And every single person who watched me fall will remember my name differently." The room did not answer, but something inside me did, something small and quiet and completely certain, and for the first time since the Blood Moon ceremony it felt less like an ending and more like the very beginning of something I did not yet have a name for.

"Too many billion people running around the planet What is the chance in heaven that you'd find your way to me Tell me what is this sweet sensation It's a miracle that happened Though I search for an explanation Only one thing could be That I was born for you It was written in the stars Yes, I was born for you And the choice was never ours It's as if the powers of the universe Conspired to make you mine until the die I die. The song continues, and the lyrics penetrated Kristina's dream while deep asleep. None of them seem to matter when I look into your eyes Now I know why I belong here In your arms, I found the answer..... Kristina suddenly opened her eyes half and look at Luther then smile

He clear his throat and takes a start. " I was living in my dreams, and only my eyes were living, there was no one I was living alone, " " I was silent, and no word was on my lips, there was no one I was living alone, " " But after meeting you I learn to live in this world, " " After meeting you every moment is new, " " After meeting you I found my breath, " " After meeting you there is magic everywhere, " " After meeting you I become more alone even in the crowd, "

And somewhere within that endless awareness, Lyra still watched. Not as ruler. Not as a savior.Just a voice that once reminded the universe of something simple. Truth does not destroy worlds. Silence does. The universe moved forward. Messier. Louder. More honest. And for the first time in its history, no one controlled the story alone.

Andrea was staring at the ceiling thinking when she grabs her phone and play music. Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing