Random Verse Novels & Stories

------------ "And I pick myself up And I dust off the words You tried to stick me with 'Cause I know words are words Angry little vowels And conscientious letters Surrounded by derogatory question marks And accusatory exclamations. And at the end of the day I remember words are power (But only power if you believe them) So I pick my vowels and my letters And I stick myself with my own word: Strong I am Strong.." -----Raven White

He wanted to be near her to hold her hand and give her strength. To just say. 'Jewel, wake up baby. I need you. You're my only source of breath, my heartbeat, my life please wake up. I swear I would never tease you or annoy you, nor would I spank you. I'll be sweet and gentle forever. Just open these beautiful ocean eyes, baby I want to drown in them for eternity. Eleanor this Leon is nothing without you baby. Wake up my love and prevent me from burning this whole world down into ashes. Open your eyes for your Leon because without you he's nothing but fading ashes. We promised a forever Jewel. You cannot leave in the middle. Our story is just starting. I don't want the rest of the pages blan

As if the city of love rightfully returned to the city of light, speaking in morse code that even after all of this, I would be just fine. Then suddenly, I am distracted again by the many romnantic pieces covering the walls, and the message is quickly lost in translation. This is because there is never logic in love and morse code does not account for technicalities. Love only stands in front of you with sentiment and dewy eyes, wanting to know if you'd be willing to sacrifice your sanity for a pinch of that soft feeling. It begs until blood is dripping from knees and tears are staining cheeks and I am brought back to the

I explained in the most carefree way possible. With a tender smile, Rurac began reciting a poem that held a special place in his heart. I couldn't believe that he had in him, The words danced off his tongue, carrying a melody of emotions. I listened, captivated by the compassion and vulnerability in his voice. At that moment, it felt as if time stood still, and it was just the two of us, lost in the beauty of his words.In you, my love, new life takes hold,A miracle, a story yet untold.

In cursive, old calligraphy, it read ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× 《V I V I A N H I O M I》:《25》 《T O K Y O : J A P A N》 《C A U S E O F D E A T H 》 ○ HEMORRHAGE ○ ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× "This is never not sad." - To be continued

Their eyes met, and she sat up, leaning over him. "Thank you for tonight," she whispered, gazing at his lips. She wanted to kiss him. Her tousled hair brushed against his face as she pushed her mouth tenderly against his. Their lips parted as he kissed her back, the passion igniting between them. He tasted like liquor. There was a longing inside of her, begging to be filled. He took in a breath, "We can't do this," he spoke sternly, gently pushing her away, "You're drunk."

Her face was blank. " Weird," My subconscious said and I agreed. I noticed at downward of the portrait and there was written something. There was a quote written by the artist maybe. I am not sure. It's written "You came to my life like a candle in the dark night. You are the sea under my sky and we are bound at the horizon" VR VR!! Who is this VR? Is he any poet or something like that? I don't know. I noticed the portrait again and saw an initial. It's 'RM'. Now, who is this RM? Is he or she the artist of this portrait?

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Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep? Who's waking up to drive you home when you're drunk and all alone? Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning? It ain't me, no, no It ain't me, no, no It ain't me, no, no. ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️ VANESSA' POV❤️

Roman vows, "Through thick and thin," Together, forever, our love will win. I nod, tears fall, "I love you," I whisper low, Roman's smile, warm, reassuring, "I love you too," forever to grow. ################