Spirits Of Love Novels & Stories

"I can make a neat margarita." "Too sweet." "Vodka?" "Too strong." "Tequila?" She smiled, "Too risky." "Tequila it is," he chuckled. "How about that flask?" she asked, glancing at the gold flask sitting behind him. "That's absinthe, Miss. It's dangerously strong." "Perfect." He hesitantly handed her the flask. "Thanks," she grinned, pushing the glass of her whisky into his hands. "See you around." "Without a name?" he asked as she turned to leave.

I heard Jonathan's sobs behind me, but I didn't look back. When the welcome speech for the event ended, I was invited to say a few words on stage. As I took my place, the lights converged and fell on me. Half a year ago, I was trapped in a loveless marriage and played the role of a wife whose heart was broken by her husband every night. There was a time when I thought I wouldn't make it through to see the next day. However, I hadn't realized how big the world was until I left Jonathan, the root of all my sorrows.

“Sophia… are you sure? What if this doesn’t work?” “I’d rather try than lose you,” she whispered back, squeezing his hands. “We’re stronger together. Let’s show her that our love isn’t something that can be taken away, bound, or destroyed.” Turning to face the spirit, they spoke together, their voices intertwined. “We choose each other. Our love is our bond, unbreakable and true.” The spirit’s gaze softened, and for the first time, her form seemed less ethereal, more human. She reached out a hand, and as it hovered above them, a warm light began to glow from her palm, bathing the room in a golden hue.

Rowan’s stance became tense, yet Aria reached out to grasp his hand for support. The spirit’s voice drifted like fog in the air. "Daughter of the Crescent… the hour approaches." Aria’s breath hitched. "What hour?" "The moment when shadows select their vessel… and destinies unveil their true nature." Rowan growled. "Speak clearly!" However, the spirit disregarded him, its gaze solely on Aria. "Strength will challenge you. Loyalty will deceive you. And love…" It flickered. "…Love will either rescue you or ruin you."

She replied. "Aunty, did you told her the admission of the hospital...???" I asked. "Den, why are pretending as if you don't care for her...?" She snapped. "I don't like her...and i don't care for her..." I scowled. "You are lying and fooling yourself den...just stop your egotism and give your heart a chance to love her..." She yelled and hung up the call. Apart from granny, Aunty daphne is the only one who has the courage to cut off the call before me. Because she is the one, who cared and loved me for all these years other than my granny.

"You know what Rita? Before now, I've been feeling a little bit guilty about my feelings for Stanley because he is married to you. I've been concerned about how you'll feel when he breaks up with you but now I've come to realize that Stanley was right all along. You don't worth my worry and neither do you deserve any of my pity." "You're nothing but a cruel, bittered and heartless individual. Your fight is to continue to stay with Stanley not because you love him but because of the fortune you're getting out of him." "I confidently stand before you and tell you that I'm in love with Stanley. I'm deeply and madly in love with him and I'll do anything for his happiness even though it involves

Her face became pinched into a frown as she read. “That, the bookshop owner, came up with a theory about it. What if it was accidentally summoned and they couldn’t be banished, destroy, or mark return to sender because the curse trapped it here in town like the other spirits? It’s quite destructive, we’ve seen that. It probably forced them to bottle it up, so to speak, for the safety of everyone.” Eric knew this thing didn’t like men. Eddie wasn’t the only one attacked by the spirit under that roof. If the person was a man, then they would find themselves bothered in one way or another. The spirit distinctly hated men and aggressively tried to for them to leave the house.

She forgot that her body and mind still belonged to that of a 13-year-old child opening one eye to see a single dot of light. "Spirit of light?" they flew around her body and master tower like fireflies. And that light was warm until it wasn't long before he felt her strength pulled out, and a huge light shot up into the sky from his body. She even looked up to see the light turning into a large veil slowly spreading to protect the royal land. With certainty, I no longer heard the roar from the attack of the curse of darkness, and even the horrible aura that was suffocating also disappeared slowly.

“Lemme get this straight: you want my help to escape so that I can be imprisoned inside you forever? Is it me or does that sound dumb?” Diego could find no words to respond. “I’m sorry my dear, but this is a once in a lifetime window for me. We never liked each other anyway,” the Spirit said with contempt in her voice. “Now be gone! You’re ruining my victory song.” “I’ll just kill myself then,” Diego declared with newly found confidence. “Dorian already volunteered,” the Spirit responded. “My death will take us the same way,” “Are you that desperate?” the Spirit’s smile faded.

Our fingers weaved together tightly. When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness. "Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…" "Then… Do you want to continue?" Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time. The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together. Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing. The End.