Persephone Lover Novels & Stories

I shook my head because I don't have a reason to resist him. On our way to the Williams Mansion, no one really talks about anything aside from the music that was streaming from his car's audio. Maris like a fool also sang along with the music of Shania Twain's you're still the one and I have no idea that he listens to that kind of love song. "You're still the one I run to, The one that I belong to, You're still the one I want for life, You're still the one that I love The only one I dream of

He then walked leisurely toward the girl lying unconscious on the floor Kneeling beside her, he touched her cheek and said, "Poor thing. Don't worry, though. I'll give you heaven tonight." He tied the red cloth over her eyes and began touching her body. By dawn, he abandoned her lifeless body, leaving it exposed on the factory floor. --- Mark Roberson woke up as sunlight hit his face. A girl wrapped in a towel opened the window curtains, letting the light in. He opened his eyes to see Julie turning toward him.

His persistence in bed and his almost desperate desire to have me every night were because he wanted to knock me up and make me have his child so he could trade that child for his lover's life. I stared at Cecilia, my gaze as cold as ice. "If any part of what you've just said is a lie, I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death." With that, I turned and walked away. I got into the car, put the pedal to the metal, and shot straight back to Moretti Manor. The moment I pushed open the door, warm candlelight spilled out toward me. My father sat at the dining table with his mistress and those illegitimate children he adored so much. They were all gathered around and enjoying a cozy family dinne

She hears the voices of people around her, She tries to move her hand but realizes that she is tied to the chair with her eyes covered and her lips with adhesive paper. Where am I? What's going on here? She asks herself. Suddenly she hears footsteps coming in her direction and suddenly they stop next to her. The smell of a luxurious perfume lingers around her. She thinks to herself where she smelled this perfume before and why its smell is so familiar and before she can find the answer she suddenly feels the tie of the handkerchief that covers her eyes open and falls from her eyes. And when she slowly, slowly opens her eyes, she is amazed to see who is standing in front of her

Later Piers reflected that nothing in the Delano household happened in halves; they were such a melodramatic lot! * Proserpina She glanced at her husband on the way back to the house. The shadows of evening fell across the road as the cavalcade of black cars glided along and she sighed, her body aching but the ache also brought back the memories of what she and her lover had been doing in the penthouse suite he claimed as his in the sprawling new Club. “We have inaugurated this room,’ he had grunted hoarsely as he held her after he had emptied his seed in her, holding her body to his as she lay, gasping, floating in a space of well-being, of having been well used by her lover.

Every sunrise, every wave, every quiet shared glance reminded me that I had finally arrived in the place I had always longed for: fully loved, fully cherished, and fully alive. As I curled into Lucian that night, listening to the gentle lull of the ocean and the rhythmic beating of his heart, I whispered softly, “This is perfect. We’re perfect.” He kissed my temple. “We are,” he said. “And soon… it’s going to get even better.”

I closed my eyes. Where is Adam? Something inside of me is aching because of Adam. I don't understand it myself. I know the truth about him—I've only met him, but why am I feeling this strange familiarity. In the novel, 'If love is true' Eric told Penelope that he is in love with her even though it was for days. She believed that he told her that out of pity, but he is really in love with her—is there such thing as that? Love at first sight? First love and such?

My heart clenched. “Do you remember Paris?” he asked suddenly. My breath hitched. “How could I forget?” Lorenzo smiled faintly, the memory softening his features. “There’s something I told you that night. Something I never explained.” He straightened, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he recited, “Car, vois-tu, chaque jour je t’aime davantage, Aujourd’hui plus qu’hier et bien moins que demain.” My lips parted in shock. “you never told me the meaning. What does it mean?”

Will looks to me wanting to know the reason to my downcast eyes, but I left like I wouldn't be able to explain how the words said to me with a smile felt like a warning to never interrupt him again and though not malicious it made clear his want for me to listen to the entire story. No one else seems to a have a reaction as he continues. "Persephone who admired your Lord Hades was jealous of my daughter and one day kidnapped her while she was on her way to the Underworld. And every effort put into searching was futile and when Lord Hades finally found her she was already claimed by death." "But it did not end there, she cursed her family." I feel a tingle in my fingers and toes, my worst nig

The only thing Seipati loved was that love had tamed the monster. Things were going well between them and Seipati gave the credit to Ntate Mogoadi again. To her, Ntate Mogoadi was like cupid. He had contacted her mother-in-law to get long lost love. She was calling him Mr love. She wished he could meet someone to love as well.