Stories Lyric Novels & Stories

We were professional in office and in front of others. But as soon as we were out of the company we would have romantic dinner and talks and kisses. I had relationship before but I never talked to them this much. My partners would rather bed me then listen to me. But I never had the urge to talk to them either or to make them laugh with my family antiques. With Lily, I want to see her laugh so I tell her embarrassing stories about my siblings not me obviously. Her sweet giggle and hearty laugh is like melody to my ears and I feel different when I look at her.

Clarice was trying to flag down a cab. "Clarice!" I called out to her. She turned around. Her blonde hair was swiped by the wind. I ran up to her and didn't wait for a second before I lunged at her lips. The pedestrians glanced at us as they walked by. After she recovered from her surprise, Clarice melted into my arms. Her heart rate matched with my own. I had put everything into our kiss, every emotion, every unspoken word, trying to tell her that what we had was always more.

CRAWLING THROUGH TEMPTATION We’re almost there.” His scratchy, low drawl carried through the craggy tunnel. A bead of water dripped along her nose and she shivered. The quiet buried deep down into her being was only interrupted by the minute shuffling through the small, dripping cave passage. Who’d have thought a first-year anniversary could be so romantic? There could have been sarcasm there—but there wasn’t. For two people who’d met on an online caving site this was perfection. Or their end destination would be, once Max got his gorgeous, well-toned ass out of her headlamp. Beneath the stink of sulpher and earthier, muddy things, Lela breathed in the thread of her lover’s spicy cologne. Sh

She showed them how to lead with empathy, how to forge alliances, and how to face adversity with courage and grace. The stories of Lyra and Ronan, once whispered in hushed tones, became epic poems chanted around crackling fires, their deeds woven into the very fabric of wolfish culture. They were not just historical figures; they were living symbols, their actions shaping the values and beliefs of generations to come. Children learned their names alongside the names of their ancestors, their tale a reminder of the enduring power of love, resilience, and unity. The songs of Lyra echoed throughout the forests, her name a synonym for courage, compassion, and strength.

Larisa wrote down the last line of the poem and shut her jotter. She yearned for Aleric so badly. Her hand reached out and picked up the goblet of red, thick blood, raising it to her lips. Not that she was hungry. She just needed the blood to serve as an aphrodisiac substitute to what she was feeling, to what she wanted. Sex. A copulation of body and soul with her beloved. But that would not be today, nor tomorrow. His journey still had a few days left in it.

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied Well, that was what she wanted, wasn't it? I had to play by the rules of her games for a while.