Novel & Cerita Lyrical Stories

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They met in the simple common room of Kaelen and Elara's home. "The stories are disappearing," Kaelen said, his voice grave. "The small ones first. But if we lose the small stories, the big ones will lose their meaning. The story of the crystallization will become just a myth. A fairy tale with no connection to the people who live it." Sari nodded, her face pale. "The songs are next. I can feel it. The older ones are getting harder to hold in my mind. It's like trying to grasp smoke."

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

he groaned, weaving his fingers through my hair and gripping tighter. I pulled back with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva still connecting us. I licked every inch of him, even sucking gently on his balls like they were delicate treats. His grip in my hair tightened almost painfully as I took him back into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and moving more aggressively. He was close. I could feel it in the way his thighs tensed and his cock throbbed against my tongue. Warm, thick liquid suddenly flooded my mouth as he came with a deep groan. I swallowed as much as I could, not wanting to waste a single drop. When he finally pulled out, I looked up at him with hazy eyes and showed him my tongue,

*** — Anne, do you want to hear a story? When the world was young, and the herds were still in their most primitive state, a lone wolf devoted himself to singing to the Goddess Moon with passion. The wolf, whose fur shone under the silver light of the moon, sang with a passion and devotion that resonated in the deepest corners of the night. His howls were an ode to the beauty and mystery of the night, an expression of love and admiration for the Goddess who illuminated the nighttime sky.

The assembled bards joined in, harmonizing with the intricate notes, creating a symphony that captured the essence of Luna's resilience and wisdom. As the music enveloped the listeners, Lyra began to sing the tales of Luna's triumphs—the battles against vampires that threatened Nampa's harmony, the alliances forged with neighbouring realms, and the enduring unity of the pack. Each verse unfolded like a vibrant tapestry, illustrating Luna's unwavering spirit.

The war hadn’t spared them - but it hadn’t broken them either. Lyra walked past them all with her head bowed, her breath catching in her throat over and over again. This - this was what she’d fought for. Not titles. Not revenge. Not even victory. This. A father sat in the curve of an old fountain, carved from stone so worn its face had faded. His voice carried soft across the square as he told a story to the tiny child in his lap. Something about wolves with golden eyes and moonlight crowns. The pup yawned, curling into his chest, already half-asleep.

-Miriam, I never forgot you, my love for you grows more every day, I, I was forced to get married, I left like that because if I said goodbye to you, I could never leave you, that's why I left you like that, you don't know after that everything got complicated while I didn't see you, and from time to time I heard from you, there was no problem, but after this night that I saw you so beautiful, in me awoke that love and desire for you, I love you, tell me, when you make love with him, you feel the same as you felt for me, when he kisses and hugs you, you feel the same as you felt with me, I am sure that as I made love to you, he did not make love to you, because you did not wait for me, you h