Natsuki Poem Novels & Stories

“It’s not that easy to woo me, Mr. Malhotra.” Manik looked mildly pissed off and Nandini could only laugh at his reaction. She left him sitting on the couch annoyed. She retired to her room and fell on the bed, feeling very pleased with herself for having riled Manik up. Out of habit she picked up her phone where another message was waiting for her. “You are the sun and I follow you like the sunflower.” “What the fuck is this? Is this some spam number? What are they promoting? Dumb poetry?”

I could hardly remember some of them, some had been fulfilled already but I could hardly care about the others. Since nobody was waiting for me, I made my way to the fountain of tears, I took a box of matches and lit the candles surrounding the dull green structure that resembled a fountain of water. That was the exact place Nati had died on the battlefield, and Natalí cried herself to death. Her cries created a fountain of tears which only awakened with the touch of her chosen queen. It lies asleep because I hardly touch it or use the tears directly from its source. I only use the ones at the main temple to heal but now, I have almost exhausted all of those.

After the interrogation that day, fuck had a grown woman like me craving, but since there was no cock around and no vibrator, I had to use my fingers to oh yeah that's the spot. When I was done with the masturbation, just then on my phone, a notification beeped in on my Facebook. It didn't seem like me receiving my porn, instead, it was a poem from someone with no profile picture or picture on his wall. His username says Mr Romantic and his poem read, I can never look at a drop of dew in a buttercup without beholding shafts of love in the retreats of your eyes In you there is unity; your face and form is a blend of perfect line and contour

But she quickly lowered her head and raised her brows in a sly teasing kind of way. “But lastly, get it girl. You're getting that good kind of loving, aren't you. I mean if the display this morning was anything to go by, you're getting it in real good” Nat crooned at me playfully with a smirk on her lips. My eyes blew wide and my face flushed with embarrassment. “Nat!” I whisper-hissed and darted my eyes around at all the people in the clearing. “Oh please, as if they don't already know you guys are fucking like rabbits high on Viagra” she laughed.

Marco inclined his head, though he didn’t miss the edge in his boss’s voice—the quiet crack where business bled into something personal. --- At the studio… By the time cameras began rolling, Natalie had smoothed her face into calm composure. She sat at her worktable, measuring oils, careful not to deeply explain the process as Fiona directed from behind the lens. “This scent,” Natalie said softly for the camera, “is meant to tell a story of resilience. Of standing after the storm, even when your knees still tremble. It's not my competition entry but it's something I'd like every body to have. It reminds me of home." the last part was said with a bit of nostalgia.

Her body was frail now, but her heart pulsed strong with the Flow. She leaned her head back, eyes half-closed. The rhythm filled her one last time. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … thrum … Her breath slowed to match it. When the sun rose over the valley, her smile remained — peaceful, glowing. By the time the others found her, she was gone. And yet, from her resting place, a small bloom had sprouted — a flower of silver petals and a golden heart. The first Nara-blossom.

Branden asked when he saw Natalie staring at him. Natalie snapped out of her daze and nodded. "Yes, I am Natalie, the person in charge of Nat Poetry Studio, which is going to sign your daughter. I'm very pleased to meet you." "I'm also very pleased to meet you." He smiled wickedly as he took a seat with the child in his arms, and acted like he belonged there. Natalie didn't notice his use of the word "you" and continued, "Mr. Yotk, please wait a moment. We can talk slowly after dinner, which I am still preparing."

he smirked tauntingly making Natasha growled deeply. They were both standing against each other, waiting for the first one who would attempt to make any move. But just by standing on their spot, something was already radiating around them. Their enormous power had been released and clashed already against one another. They were measuring the power that they held. But being a wolf, Natasha couldn't hold her anger and charged without warning. When the days are cold And the cards all fold And the saints we see are all made of gold When your dreams all fail

It took me a while to react as he played a very old song of Azure Phoenix's Nighttime Lover. It was a song based off Utaka's and Izanagi's bad womanizing behavior. How nice. The song brought so many memories more so of the writing process, listening to their stories while judging them hard. Izanagi wanted it to sound like a lullaby that would wake up and I quote "All the stupid white lotus bitches out there." My hand began to move on its own, this was something Shirai-san, Hiro and Akai-san also knew. They joined in.

Desmond muttered and sigh heavily ° ° ★ 7pm, Reality Talent school★ "I can't believe Jasmine left without me" Nirvana said sadly as she walk around the empty school "Hey Nirvana" she heard her name and she looked back "Good evening ma'am Natasha" she greeted with a bow "What are you doing here all by yourself? And where is jasmine?" Natasha asked "I told her to get going... I don't feel like going home now" Nirvana replied "Is anything bothering you?" She asked looking concern.. " You can discuss it with me" she added pulling Nirvana towards a sit