Stories Lyric Novels & Stories

-Miriam, I never forgot you, my love for you grows more every day, I, I was forced to get married, I left like that because if I said goodbye to you, I could never leave you, that's why I left you like that, you don't know after that everything got complicated while I didn't see you, and from time to time I heard from you, there was no problem, but after this night that I saw you so beautiful, in me awoke that love and desire for you, I love you, tell me, when you make love with him, you feel the same as you felt for me, when he kisses and hugs you, you feel the same as you felt with me, I am sure that as I made love to you, he did not make love to you, because you did not wait for me, you h

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

“Oh, so you take that bastard blondie everywhere now?” Ro and I were enemies in public. So many creatures were envious of her, I used it as an excuse to gossip around and make connections. She was dressed in a wonderful red dress, whilst Tamor had an all-white suit. “Tamor! You heard that?” she whined clinging at him. “Enough girls. Lylia, may I have this dance?” I nodded excitedly, sticking my tongue at a pouting Rosalind. As we danced, I gave him a succinct report about today and my talk with Allaway.

Hearing the wolves' pathetic sighs, his face darkened and he coldly said, "If you want to hear stories, can't you search online?" There were plenty of pure humans who specialized in storytelling. It wasn't only that woman who could do it. But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Green Tail let out a grieved howl: "Master, you don't understand." "Lyra really has a kind of magic when she tells stories. It feels like we're healed. The ones online aren't as nice to listen to as hers!" "That's right, Master. Listen once next time and you'll know." Tristan let out a cold laugh. Looking at these unambitious clansmen, he didn't say anything more and went upstairs to his study to work.

His proud thick eyebrows are creased, and his lips are thinned. His eyes. I gasped. Those blue eyes which stares at me with so much love and sincerity. Those cunning blue eyes, which made me drown in a beautiful fantasy. His eyes, which seemed to tell a wonderful story every time he stares at me. It was eyes of a liar. I burst in tears as I looked at Jacob. I cupped my mouth, trying to suppress my sobs. He's no different from Dylan. He's also a liar. He's also an evil.

As we ate, he told stories—about upcoming ventures, people we’d meet, how bright the future could be. And I nodded. Laughed in the right places. Pretended. When dessert came—sweet red bean mochi—he stood and offered his hand. “Dance with me?” “There’s no music,” I said softly. “There doesn’t have to be.” His smile was disarming. “Come on.” He pulled me to my feet, twirling me gently beneath the lanterns. His hand settled on my waist, the other holding mine. And for a few moments, I let myself pretend.

I explained as I stood, grabbed her arm, and dragged her kicking and complaining to my door. Pulling her completely out into the hall, I re-entered my suite and shut and locked both doors. After buttoning my pants, I pinched the bridge of my nose, hearing my Lycan Ragnar chuckling in my mind. “Fuck off Lycan,” I growled. “Admit that you are upset about Lyric Adams, and I shall,” he replied, and I snarled. “She lied to me!” “Can you blame her?” Grabbing the liquor bottle I took a big swallow and sank back into my chair.

“Oh, so you’ve seen the papers, haven’t you?” “You said you were going to contact them to change it.” “I lied,” she answered carelessly. “You know, the same way you lied to Dylan Bass and told him my proposal was yours.” “That’s what this is about?” “What? You think I was just going to let you get away with pulling such a dirty trick? Of course, that’s what this is about? How does it feel to not be given the credit you deserve, Dominic? I bet it’s an amazing feeling.”

Tristian and I have been together for two years. Engaged for six months. I knew he had his problems. But cheating? That’s where I draw the line. I let out a quiet scoff. That arrogant idiot. Two years of my life. And this is what I get? Yes, it started as business. But somewhere along the line… I fell for him. I was loyal. He said he loved me. I shake my head slightly. My fault for believing a man anyway. They always fail me. I take a slow sip of my wine and release a deep sigh.

It was then he got caught by my Mom to be cheating on her. It was a big blow for my Mom because several times he had promised to end the relationship but only for her to find out after a few months that the mistress was transferred to another house only. I was tired seeing their relationship fall apart. And that is why, here I am in a convent trying to have some peace of mind and saving myself from possible heartaches in the future. I don't believe in fairytales anymore. For lovers, it's only once upon a time they were happy, then they end. So here is my story.