Romans & histoires Madrigal

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

"Maangi duaa ek tujh tak jaa pahunchi, Parvardigara," Sanam closed his eyes, remembering Heer's face and smiling on his own. (A wish I made, reached you, O lord) "Kaisi suni tune meri khamoshi, O parvardigara," (How did you listen to my silence, O my lord) "Ye fitoor mera laaya mujhko hai tere kareeb," (This madness of mine has brought me close to you) "Ye fitoor mera rehmat teri,"

I transferred myself into a top of the tree and held out my hand to generate a black miasma, copying the raven that my eyes us laid upon. When the mimic spell has been completed, my raven placed its feet on my arm—unlike the other ravens’ its supposedly black eyes were dark blue, easier to distinguish that it is mine. “Find her for me.” I whispered and it flew away. What is this kind of urge? I placed my hand on my chest, feeling loud thumps banging on it as I thought about her.

This day was for Madie and Madie alone. They'll spend the whole day together, just the two of them. "Tale as old as time~" Madeline sang, the wind from the slightly open window tossing her long, blonde hair around. Her head was swaying side to side, a smile on her lips as she sang. As Dario glanced to his side to gaze at her, he realized that there she was. The most beautiful and purest person he has ever met. The light in his dark world. The star in his, as well as her own, life. She was... purity in physical form.

Yesterday, they were caught up by one of the Sangruil Sinners. The Sangruil Sinner who caught up with them was a mid-Cosmos Ranker. He might have seen that the person with the highest combat power among them was only a beginner Cosmos Rank, so he did not notify the others. Instead, he tried to take down the three himself. Even though Ms. Madrigal was just a beginner Cosmos Ranker, she had all kinds of life-saving trump cards the emperor had gifted to Princess Astrid. After some intense battle, she finally killed the Sangruil Sinner, who was at mid-Cosmos Rank, by catching him off guard.

Vasilisa floated quickly to her side and took the paper then read it: "Noted by the Mistress of the Mirrors. Be drest in pure virgyn garments of from head to heel, and girt with a red girdel of pleached corde, and shodde in blue. Take each ingredient belowe, and put it in a mortar, and grynde it all fine till it be enough. Then bring the powder forthe and put it in a crucible of golde. Add thereto the blood and spittle of ye who would traverse the most dangerous ground. Stir widdershins and wake with the first reflexion of the moonshine. When cool, parte and poure into crystal pendant of gold chain. Wear it at the neck."

YEARNING. A feeling of intense longing for something. The fake engagement, now given a genuine emotional core, quickly blurred into a fragile reality with Dylan yearning for more. Dylan and Anna were living a lie that felt more real than their actual lives. While both clung to the denial that they were simply 'strategizing,' their bodies and actions betrayed the intense, unspoken longing that defined their days: the yearning for a future that wasn't shadowed by secrets, BPD, or professional constraints.

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

📞the receiver questioned 📞 Louis it's me Mica 📞I answered getting nervous It's been 3 good years since I heared from him...what hope do I have he'll help me ? 📞Mica...what do you want?!📞 📞 Louis I need you help...it's about Max_📞 📞Let me cut you off sweetheart...I don't care what happens to Max or who ever you're talking off📞 📞 But Louis_📞

Every day, I sat curled in corners of the room, fingers stained with ink and dust, translating scrolls, decoding symbols, tracing feminine wisdom long erased. Vanya became my companion in the madness. She was both traditional and modern, a perfect balance. I shared most of my findings with her, and she listened like it mattered. It was during one of those long evenings, my eyes bleary, that I stumbled across the name: Velmira. It sounded almost beautiful, like a rare flower, like medicine crafted in glass and grace. At first, I was intrigued. The descriptions were vague but promising, used to quiet inner turmoil, to bring stillness to the soul.