Romans & histoires Pure Intent

“Sorry.” “Don’t be. Tell me, how badly do you need a release? Don’t lie or get embarrassed.” He wants me to tell him. I take a deep breath and decide to keep the answer simple. “Badly.” “Will you let me help you out? I promise no full on sex. I can give you the release you are so desperate for. No strings attached. I won’t even expect anything in return.” I eye him suspiciously. How many men give without expecting something in return? Not many I have met.

“Exactly. Intent can go wrong if it’s not fully thought out.” “Meaning intent is more like the end of a chess game rather than a child’s tantrum.” “I’d say those are two extremes, but yes, often magic cast by those that don’t learn properly or are in a hurry can have outcomes that can be described as a child’s tantrum. Jealousy, hate, envy, and anger have no place within that intent.” “They say revenge is a dish best served cold. I guess that’s the reason. Purity of intent.” Becky appeared fully intrigued by the conversation. “So, what do we need to do? What things do we need?”

No means no. #to be continued in Chapter 9.4 - Abnormal

she laughed at her words and left the room. She drove straight home, refreshed, and dozed off. Unknown P.O.V "Kola your next target should be Chimamanda, that stupid bitch I want to give her a painful death. I want her to watch me as I eliminate her slowly" she clenched her teeth, clasped her hands, and closed her eyes shut imagining the scene.

He didn't want to die! To his surprise, the female Orc waved her arm at him, throwing him across the floor. It wasn't out of malice, because as Will got back up on his feet, he saw that the Orc leader had entered the room. He didn't even glance at Will, his eyes were focused on the female Orc. Will stared at the Orc leader whose eyes were showing different emotions, first longing, then sadness, and then a burning fury. Will realized that the female Orc was probably his mate, and this made Will fear for his life even more. His plan was to gamble on the Orc leader letting him go as soon as he saw that the female Orc was free. However since it was personal, the Orc leader would probably want re

Blue was frightened, 🤭🤭😂 Red: 😂 I can't believe it. 😡😡 I hate you! Scarlet: Pink is the initiator of that Onee-chan. Pink !!!!! Black: Oopss, Imma head out. Black offline Black! You can't even head out! You are part of it! 😤😤 Pink: You are not loyal! Scarlet! 😥 Scarlet: Sorry 🥺 Red: Yes 🙄🙄 You're a traitor. Pink offline Red offline Where is Violet? Scarlet: Uhm Onee-chan, she goes to Paris. After she startled you and left immediately saying vamanos Paris, adios. 😅😅

"Fair enough, then why don't we have a wager?" Ava stares at her nails in behalf of her translucent existence. Obviously trying to get on his nerves. Making it seem as if she was wasting her precious time. She stood up and stride through the sea of golden clouds. Stopping half way with a straight face while crossing her arms and impatiently tapping her bare right foot. "I wouldn't strike a deal with someone I couldn't see." "Humans and their doubts. Fine." "You?" Ava was astounded when the voice finally took form and showed itself.

"Immortals would fight wars over you, and not just your face or your hair or the way your smile penetrates to someone's very soul — but because you're good." "You don't know that. I could be a horrible person…" "Your blood would taste bitter," I said honestly, "because the emotional manifests into the physical. Your blood would be repugnant to me, and other immortals would shy away from you because the last thing any immortal wants is to mate with a human who is pure evil." "Oh…" Her breathing picked up speed. "They didn't teach us that." "They wouldn't. It's a secret." I winked.

is that precum I see on the tip? “Jesus fucking Christ,” Tyler muttered. She heard rustling on his end, like he was sitting up. She kept going, pulse racing. **Joan:** looks really hard. you must’ve been really worked up Tyler’s voice dropped. “You’re not supposed to be looking at it this long. Delete it.” “I don't feel like deleting it.” Dead silence. Then he let out a shaky breath. “You’re sick.”

"Because violinists know about possession. About being possessed by the music, by the composer, by the bow. They understand that the self is… optional. That you can be a vessel. Empty, and therefore perfect." She walked to a case in the corner. Opened it. A violin inside, old, valuable. She didn’t touch it. Just looked. "Y-3—her real name was Zhang Lili—she wanted to be possessed. She wanted to disappear into the music. I helped her. I taught her that the Zhang Lili who wanted to be seen, who wanted applause, who wanted love—that Zhang Lili was vulgar. Obscene. But the vessel, the empty body that moved the bow… that was art. That was pure."