Novel & Cerita My Soul Thirsts For You

We complete each other, yet we are incomplete. Our journey has been the most beautiful one, yet it’s our most painful loss to each other. I love your soul and all that completes you. You always said, “Your scars are my scars”, but your tears and pain are all mine. All of me is all of you. Although we cannot be there for each other, I promise to remember every word, every feeling, and every smile of yours.

Not seeing the person she wanted was bothering her more and more, she. "You're like a teenager, Seza. Enjoy the moment you're with. Your loved one will come now." Turning to Seza Hande and seeing her sarcastic expression, she got angry and approached him a little more. "You're so callous. I'm going to faint here. You're making fun of me. Let there be love. Of course, I will love you. When you are happy, I will see you too. May God show me those days, I will sacrifice."

I desperately wanted to respond, to articulate the tumult of emotions raging within me, but my voice remained stubbornly trapped in my throat. I reached for the glass of wine before me, seeking solace in its familiar warmth. With a swift motion, I drained its contents in a single gulp, hoping to drown the uncertainty clawing at my insides. "Zena, for goodness' sake, say something! Don't leave my brother hanging like this," Kelly's voice pierced through the thick veil of my thoughts, jolting me back to the present moment.

He demands, adding a second finger. “You can't deny it, Adrianna, you want this as much as I want you.” he thrusts a finger inside her making her bite down on his shoulder, shuddering in response. “I want this.” she cries into his shoulder. “I want you so much. I’ve wanted you for so long.” “Then give yourself to me, Mia Tesoro.” He fastens his pace, thrusting his long fingers in and out of her. “That's it, princess, let it out.” Her voice breaks off as an orgasm slams into her, her muscles clamping around him like a vice. His fingers keep thrusting, drawing her release out.

Cause she had to handle her third trouble which was to calm down her crying son and that was nowhere near easy. Yeah, she was a mother and blessed with a lovely son who was the love of her life, her everything, her son Zayn Abedin. ************** Cold Skin, Drag My Feet On The Tile As I Am Walking Down The Corridor I Know We Haven't Talked In Awhile So I Am Looking For An Open Door ***************** ................... Assalamualaikum Readers... I hope you all liked it... Don't forget to comment and vote...... I love you all...... 

She loved it. “I had always been here, Amanda. I never left,” he said as he pressed his face against her temple. He recalled everything that had happened while in a mind trap and looked for words that could explain it properly to her. “True, I was not in control of myself,” he started again, “but even under the strings of my dark side, you still managed to capture my black heart. You saved me, Amanda, from myself. It was only a matter of controlling my thirst for blood. I was always thirsty for you.” She withdrew from their embrace and lovingly touched his jaw.

(please, as you read through this chapter, listen to 'Your love' song by Sue Ramirez. Thank you) "You're the one who never lets me sleep, To my mind down to my soul, you touched my lips, You're the one that I can't wait to see, With you here by my side, I'm in ectasty...."

Damn near cry, with the whole of my soul cracked open. I’m so close. A fraction. A breath. A heartbeat from that final barrier. That center that lets our bodies click just like our hands. Palm to palm as I roll my hips, with my tongue swallowing her moan. Drinking it. Consuming the praise like she has all of me.

Wind as violent as a tornado carrying me somewhere unknown to the human world. Strange whispers and incoherent words touch my ears but in all these whispers I can hear only one particular alluring voice clearly " let me be the strongest of all Who deserves to desire pure love in this rainy nightfall. Light the path of my soul in the sky and give me the power of the purest soul at this moment in exchange for my blood to bind them with me for eternity"

My throat burns with thirst, a hunger that threatens to consume me whole. Oh my good goddess, I literally don't have control over this right now. I struggle, trying to remember the lessons my dad taught me about battling the cravings in situations when it looks like there is no control. His voice echoes in my mind, distant and fading beneath the roar of blood in my ears. "Fight it," I whisper to myself. "Control it." But good goddess, this is far beyond my ability and way beyond my power. The dual sensations of pleasure and thirst intertwine until I can no longer distinguish between them, both equally demanding and overwhelming.