My Dear Lass Novels & Stories

The kitchen exhaled all at once in a flurry of whispers. “Did you hear—?” “He said never claim—” “The Goddess mated him to her?” “Maybe he’ll kill her.” “Oh, please, Marla, don’t tease me—” Cassia’s laughter cut through the noise, too sweet, too bright. “Well,” she purred, circling Lillieth like a cat that had finally caught a crippled bird. “That was exciting. Congratulations, I guess? You’re a disgrace now officially instead of just in theory.”

No amount of luxury could easily replace that. I sank onto the bed and laid on my back. Nothing could. I heard a quiet knock on the door and sat up. Was that Clara? I haven't even used the bell yet. The door opened fully and mom's head popped in. “Got a minute?” She asked with a smile. “No.” I rolled my eyes and laid back in bed. She entered the room anyway. “So… you like it here?” She asked, approaching the bed. I didn't look at her. I couldn't.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; I will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only luve! And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my luve, Though it were ten thousand mile. The previous initial BB wasn't stated on the card, but judging from the same handwriting, it's from the same person. Melissa had read this poem before. Master Graden had a collection of poetry books in his home library and she had read them during her free time.

It's been centuries since I've had friends to share me days with, and the prospect of their return has me feeling like a new man. "Hang in there, Casper! We'll be back before you can say 'boo'!" Scarlett exclaims, giving me an enthusiastic thumbs-up. I chuckle, feeling a warmth in me heart that I haven't felt in ages. "I'll be here, lasses," I say, me voice a mite gruff with emotion. "And I'll be counting the hours till your return." As the lasses vanish down the road, I can't resist tempting fate once more. I stick me hand back into the sunlight, like a naughty child reaching for a sweet treat despite knowing better.

I still want to have a little fun and not kill him on time, so you should return because you'll be tagged as a widow if I bump into him here in Paris. Your dearest, ;-);-) ***

I asked, eyeing him suspiciously. He chuckled before speaking, “Neither can I read your mind nor did you say that loud. It’s just you were suspiciously looking at the mojito, that’s why I said so.”, he said and picked my mojito and drank half of it. “See, nothing is mixed in it.” “Anyway, thank you for the dance, Miss ____” “Delilah. I’m Delilah.” “Beautiful name. I’m Cassius.” “Cassius. Hmm. Meaningful name.”, I said in the way, just like he did.

All the way back, he kept singing repeatedly: o xun toradoi Deutarai nidiye mur nisina dukhiya loraloi maare nidiye kheti baati kora dukhiya loraloi o xun toradoi tenekoi nesaba bor morom logakoi… O Dear Sweetheart, your father Won’t give your hand to a poor fellow like me Your mother won’t give your hand to a rustic farmer like me O Dear Sweetheart, Don’t you give those love-soaked glances…

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

"I heard you told your cousin on a drunk call that you'd let him ruin you in illegal ways? I need the full voice note. Play it for me right now." Anna swallowed the lump in her throat. It tasted like copper and humiliation. "I didn't say that." "You didn't?" "I mean, not exactly. But I was drunk. Heartbroken." She heard her own voice cracking and forced it steady. "I called him at two in the morning and apparently decided the universe needed to know I find my cousin beautiful. Happy now?" Lara's grin softened a fraction when she saw Anna's face. "Hey. It's just office gossip. It'll die by lunch."

Matteo asked, opening the car door for me. I looked towards the sunrise. Golden light pierced the clouds, illuminating the city and the faint scar on my wrist where the tattoo had once been. “Thinking about what to have for breakfast tomorrow,” I said, smiling with genuine, deep relief in my voice. Matteo smiled too, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “Anything you want is yours.” The car started, gliding toward a future full of light. Behind us, in that darkened bar, Lucca curled up in his own blood, clutching the discarded ring in his hand.