Sesshomaru Love Stories Romane & Geschichten

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

He stopped struggling, his pheromones started fading, his eyes began to close— Miyamura had no other choice but to watch himself kill the man that he— The man that he…loves. His fingers sink into the concrete. The wrapping cloth covering his eyes dampens. “What a way to come to terms with it…”. Misa said it first, then Raven, Yamato, Aito, and even Saeko…though, not in words. But he could literally smell her thoughts. He knew. Oh, he always knew how he felt about Sorahiko…but coming to terms with it was a different story. How could he fall in love with an omega, after that?— It felt like he was mocking himself. He believed that all he needed to do was keep him close.

We ate in companionable silence for a while, the flavors of the food heightened by the serenity of our surroundings. After a while, I turned to him. “So, what’s the story behind this place?” Edward leaned back, his gaze drifting to the spring. “Legend says Lunaris Spring was created by a tear from the Moon Goddess herself. She wept for a pair of lovers—one human, one werewolf—who were cursed to never touch. Desperate to be close, the lovers prayed to her, and she answered. She created the spring as a place where their love could exist without barriers. The water, they say, carries her blessing, ensuring any bond formed here is unbreakable.”

Perre's POV Us werewolves were complex beings when it came to the matters of our hearts. Never would you encounter another creature as passionate and loyal as our kind. The goddess of the moon already wrote our love stories before we're even born. Our soulmates are predestined by the goddess herself. The concept of being mated was sacred to every single werewolf in this world.

suddenly Aimi gets into their talk "We are more than friends, but less than lovers." Everyone who was there was so weird when they hear that. Ageru asks Aimi about what does that means. But when Aimi going to tell Ageru about it, Akaru says to them "Well, that's enough. Let's get to the point of why did we're here. But seriously, why I am here?" Hikari answered that question by saying "Maybe that because... Well, I don't know if I am correct or not. But it seems like everyone that close with me during all of this time was here." They looked at each other and started thinking if it was true or not. Sabu-sama goes to them and says "So, here I'm going to tell you something. Today, we were gathe

she asked exasperatedly as she begrudgingly walked back to her bed and started opening the scrolls of love again. She sighed and choose one of the brightest scrolls in front of her. She figured that the brighter the scrolls were, the greater the love shared. The scrolls of love contain stories. Stories of the matches, pairings, her mother, and all the former goddesses of the moon had made. The scrolls record everything the match had to undergo for their love, how they met and how they ended. Some of them end up happily but the ones with the greatest love shared mostly end up tragically.

"Fuck, you're my secret anytime fucktoy... Mia's brother owning her bestie's cunt. Drop panties whenever I say, let me fuck you in her house, her bed. Scream it... love brother's dick using you sleeping or not." "Yes.. ahhh... use me anytime... breed me!" I screamed, body shaking as third orgasm hit, walls clamping his cock tight. He groaned, thrusting erratic, then buried deep hot cum flooding my core, marking me inside.

Tears of emotion rolled down Nara's cheeks as she said with a trembling voice: "I am yours, Serafín, and you are mine." Seraphím clasped her tightly in his arms, melting into a passionate kiss that sealed their eternal love. The magical energy surrounding them was so powerful that they could feel their souls merging into one. As they embraced, onlookers could observe how Seraphím's Archon, now much larger than before, extended his majestic wings. Gently, he enveloped Nara with them, and gradually, she began to take on the same colours as him. Her white hair shone with divine light, and her eyes radiated a depth of knowledge and love that transcended the earthly realm.

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By the old gods and the new, I love you, Sumire," Mort added and brought her hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss. The maiden beguilingly smiled and took Mort's hand. "I, SUMIRE MASSOULLÈVE, take you MORT DMITRIV ASLANOV to be my husband, my partner in life, and my one true love. I am yours now and forevermore. I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the years and decades of this world alone. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love from this day forward as long as we both shall live.