Romans & histoires Pure Intent

"Uhm... no, sir. Not at all. If you will just follow me, I'll take you to our stock room so you can browse through all the various dresses and pick whatever one you think is best for your fiancée." "Perfect," he said, standing up. Then he turned to his fiancée, "I'll be back." He followed behind me quietly until we were deep inside the stock room, away from other consultants and, most importantly, his fiancée. As I turned to speak to him, I tripped, almost falling to the ground, but he quickly caught me and pulled me closer to his body. My hand rested on his chest. I could feel his heart beating fast. His arm dropped down on my waist as he pressed me closer to his body.

I shot back, still wondering why she even cared. She gave a wry smile, leaning back in her chair. “There are ties binding you.” I shifted uncomfortably when she said this. “What are you talking about?” She tapped her long fingers on the arm of her chair. “The ritual cannot proceed, not as you are now.” I blinked, confused. “Why not?” “You’ve come in contact with something pure,” she said, her voice almost mocking. “And that's your wife. Fairies are known for their pureness. Whatever they come in contact with turns pure, depends on their intention when doing it.” She explained.

"It doesn't matter! Your intention doesn't change the outcome. Apparently, you didn't anticipate that I'm not the kind of woman who stays quiet when she sees you screwing whoever your damn and freaking penis wants. I'm tired. I'm standing here now, telling you how I feel about how you humiliate and make fun of me. So, please, enough." "Things aren't as you imagine," he covers his mouth with a hand, lowering it forcefully and letting out a loud sigh. "I was being polite. A greeting isn't a sin for which I should be judged. Your intentions will shine through and get what they want. Since you got mad for nothing, because I have nothing with her, I assure you and confirm it!" Wow, he really look

"If we were to ask, Do you believe that alliances with other species weaken or threaten your kind? A red aura would suggest that the target strongly agrees with the Purists' ideals, believing that alliances with other species are a threat. They will likely be enemies or adversaries aligned with the Purists." She continued, "If the target's aura is green, they disagree with the Purists' ideals and support unity and cooperation among different species. They are likely to be an ally or someone who opposes the Purists. Finally, if their aura is grey, their response is ambiguous or conflicted, or they deliberately conceal their true beliefs. This might indicate uncertainty, deception, or a lack o

Marcus then continued trying to see if she would still give in but she refused again. “I’m sorry Marcus, but im not comfortable with taking advantage of your brother`s kindness and using up all his money like that. Im fine with him paying for the small stuff like movies tickets but when its expensive stuff like this which even i cannot afford then i wont allow it. I can only accept if its him who buys the stuff out of his own heart and gives it to me as a gift like maybe for my birthday or something. But then again i wont mind too and would prefer he just buys me simple stuff.” Purity then said to him and took his hand leading them out of the boutique. But unknown to her she had just gained

When Cole got home, he grabbed a pen and paper, intending to write me a letter. However, he sat there with the pen in hand for a long time, not a single word making it onto the paper. He wanted to explain that it wasn't his intention to leave me behind that day—it was just that Jennifer had lied. But now, any explanation seemed meaningless. In the end, he only wrote a single sentence. "Kate, I will always be here waiting for you. And I wish you well."

We are the Remnant of Purpose. Aiden’s pulse hammered. “Purpose for what?” For the Conduit. Aiden shook his head. “Is that all I am to you? A tool? A function?” The being’s glow dimmed—sad, almost. Purpose is not enslavement. Purpose is clarity. Choice requires understanding. Aiden’s voice cracked. “Then tell me. Tell me what you want from me.” The field brightened. Images formed— —Aiden stabilizing storms —bringing balance to chaotic energies

"What does the writing mean?" "Pureza Na Luz means purity in light. It is the name of the kingdom where pure light elves, without any human crossbreeding, gather to form a kingdom. Every royal descendant and member of the kingdom who is a pure light elf is sure to have this mark visible when they make contact with their bonded mate. But Ravi, I am neither of them. I am not a royal descendant; I am a half-human elf, and the relationship between me and Ravi is more like that of a servant and his master."

There was no personal information about her on the website, just about the awards she received, the generous acts she was known for, and how good she is an actress. Is this an opportunity? Does Rueben know about this? He went out for a second to go to the restroom. I continued browsing names that might be related to her and her family but gave up, too. They have a part on their website where there's an album of pictures about the company's gigs, out-of-town vacations, celebrations, workshops, and everything that an entertainment company might profit from. "What?" I clicked on a specific picture and saw his face again. He's with three more guys and they were named "Blank Pages".

Not destroying connection, but removing ambiguity between connection types. Rowan looked uneasy. “I just lost a feeling. I still remember it, but it is not… mixed anymore.” Serah frowned. “What does that even mean?” “It used to be two things at once,” he said quietly. “Now it is only one.” Elara’s expression tightened. “It is purifying perception.” The Blood God’s gaze darkened. “And in doing so, it removes depth.” Lucien looked at Evelyn. “This is refinement into simplicity.” She nodded. “And simplicity is easier to control.”