Novel & Cerita Novel Paradise Garden

His hands upon my hips shook with the fervor of his pleasure and groaning, I accepted the orgasm that came to me in that moment that was made sweeter by the ecstasy of knowing that I had pleased my mate greatly. I was his and my desire was for him. In the end is was quite clear that God had known exactly what He was doing the whole time. I praised God for this moment of utter unity with my mate. I praised Him for the fulfilling life He had opened up to me. I praised Him for the unborn child that was growing even now within my womb. I praised Him for the pleasure my body was overcome with. I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just

*** Lara *** I hadn’t told my dad exactly when I was leaving. I didn’t want to cause anymore pack or family drama than was necessary. I was glad we’d said our goodbye’s in the garden that day. Instead, after a quiet, almost normal family dinner the day our guests left, I headed to the garden one more time. Dad was right. This was probably what I’d miss the most about my pack, besides him. I had a gift for growing things. Over the years, in my free time, I’d created a gorgeous garden oasis. Almost like a maze of little garden rooms. Complete with a bountiful edible garden and cutting flowers. One day I would buy myself a little cottage in the country and start my garden over. It’s sad that I’

The flower garden that stretched across her bedroom and along the garden was planted as a result of her hardworking, considerate mother. The lovely scent of morning dews laced with them is sweetly poured into her naive heart. She is quite imaginative. The glitters of the newly rising light that fiercely pierces in between various sorts of enormous trunk of built trees on the East erase the curtain of darkness from long nights of rest. "My Dear Lord and Creator of the entire universe, how wonderful and majestic are Your creations. As the dawn breaks, the north wind blows, and the south breeze blows on my mother's garden, its scent fills the air. I shall rise right now.

What she didn't get was what was happening to her. "Outside in the garden. But you haven't answered me. Should we renew our vows?" He asked,intertwining their hands as he hauled her out of the room. "Yes. We can" she beamed. … Outside in the garden, a small white tent was set, with several lights adorning it. It had a soft cushioned mattress and pillows. A picnic basket with Bottles of champagne was set. A small camp table was also in place. A platter of different exotic snacks was in full display.

How was she going to end a relationship that was over three years? She sighed in distress as she leaned her head into the chair. . . . Carina smiled as she handed the invitation card to Lucinda. "What do you think of this colour?" she asked. "Oh my,"Lucinda exclaimed. "It's really pretty. You sure have a good taste on colours Carina." Lucinda said admiring the card and the rest on the table. "Of course,"she said picking up the list she had written. "I'm just so happy that our children are getting married." Carina said.

That's the last question I care about," said another young man, looking up at the sky. Around them, the world has not just changed, but even the world within them has changed to the very roots of their essence. The vast gardens, the residential buildings, and the perfect social order indicated that they were in Paradise. However, everyone could not remember how they got to this place, where there is no murder, theft, anger, envy, pride and despondency. It is as if the real world has been replaced, including people, who now embody the ancient Greek ideals about man.

The ground was a carpet of glowing flowers and resilient, deep-green grass. But it was also a place of profound sorrow. Twisted through this paradise were the scars of the Citadel. Thick, black metal pipes plunged from the ceiling like spears, siphoning the glowing water from the streams. Gnarled, metallic roots from the Citadel's foundations choked the ancient trees, their bark peeling away to reveal sickly, pale wood. Patches of the Garden were grey and barren, poisoned by the leakage from above. The Garden was a queen, majestic and beautiful, but chained and bleeding.

--- The Garden Beyond Creation She opened her eyes to a place beyond form. It wasn’t heaven. It wasn’t void. It was stillness with color— vibrant hues that hummed with thought and memory. She stood in a garden of light, flowers made of sound blooming in waves across the horizon. And at the garden’s center stood a single tree— its branches silver, its fruit shimmering like tiny moons. Beneath it sat a woman writing in a book that seemed to glow from within. Lyra approached quietly, her heart full. The woman looked up and smiled.

I said gently, “tell Zevarion to meet me in the garden. He’s one of the prisoners who arrived yesterday. Look for him.” “Yes, ma’am.” She bowed with swift grace and disappeared. The garden awaited me like a secret sanctuary. A bench sat beneath a willow-like tree, its branches trailing down like whispered prayers. I settled onto the bench, placing the covered plate beside me, and let my gaze wander. The flowers here were unlike anything from our old pack’s lands. Dark, velvety petals, mostly black, some streaked with silver or crimson, seemed to pulse faintly with magic.

The silence. And calls it sacred. One child—Auri—recently placed a folded thought into the Field. We do not know how she folded it. Only that when it touched the center, the Field shimmered— and a garden bloomed where none had ever been planted. It was made entirely of forgotten paths. Stone steps leading to choices no one made. Bridges that never held footsteps. Benches shaped by waiting. We call it the Garden of Almost. We go there not to mourn.