Parallel Lovers Novels & Stories

But what makes this garden so secret and magnificent, you may ask? Long time ago, when the two worlds were in a bloody war for survival, there was a witch who was deeply in love with a human. She loved him so much that she created a parallel universe for supernatural creatures like us, to put us behind bars, only to protect these " weak humans" . Wanting her lover to be safe and away from bloodsucking vampires, she put a curse on us, never to leave that parallel universe, unless there were people needed from that world. She wanted to protect her lover from us, not herself that's why she needed to do something to get through that portal without being noticed or seen. Words say she put a curse

Adrian gripped her hand. “Amina—”. She stated that we were not choosing. The core pulsed again. And suddenly—. The space around them shifted. Not collapsing. Not breaking. Recreating. Two routes opened before them.'. Identical. Parallel. All lead directly into the heart. Amina stared at them. “What's this?”. Adrian's voice lowered. “…It's forcing the decision.”. A pause. “Separately.”. That realization hit instantly. If they walked together—.

" , Avni encouraged . " You are so mean !! " , Pari cut the call

The problem is that whenever I start one task, two others arise and that messes up my itinerary completely. I set myself the goal of building a cabin and suddenly I'm going to look for wood to enlarge the bed so that Bob is more comfortable. It might seem like the two are unrelated, but Bob is our best lumberjack and he can haul wood a lot easier than the rest of us. One day he woke up contracted, his muscled were all tense in pain, and he couldn't go to look for wood, as a result of this the construction of the cabin was delayed a full day.

Not a promise they had made. A promise the life they had built had made to them, the specific quality of a life arranged so that both of them could be doing the right work simultaneously, so that neither of them had to accommodate the other's right work at the cost of their own, so that the parallel structure was not a compromise but a genuine doubleness, two people each at full capacity in the same flat at the end of the same Thursday. That was rare. She had not known, when she had stood at a window

──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Jennifer was about to cum again, as Arthur and the guest moved with such synchronization, they seemed as one. As one thrust, the other stayed, slowly pulling back. Making the back and forth of her lovers, taking her again through a roller coaster of pleasure. If pleasure was a sin, then she would burn in hell. For her orgasm was so intense that it ended any reasonable thought. There remained no doubt that her partners were good lovers, for they found their release seconds later. When her spasms milked them dry, leaving them completely dry.

I cried until my tears ran dry and accepted the system’s offer to bind me to the Perfect Partner System. In the past, when we argued, Spencer said I was too jealous, immature, and not independent enough. I was not respectable and definitely not the sort of “Mrs. Greene” he wanted. After I was bound to the system, I prioritized him every time and ensured he was always satisfied. So, on the TV screen, I smiled calmly, raised my hand, and hushed them. Then, I accepted one of the microphones and smiled at the cameras. “Spencer and Ms. Xander are only business partners.