Sunset Of Passion Novels & Stories

Cute Smile. I have to make a fast decision cause it's obvious I can't keep sitting in this boring party, I would rather be in my boyfriend apartment alone waiting for him than to sit one more minutes here. I got up and left through the back door since it was less crowded. It had gotten dark outside, I checked the time which showed me it was almost 7 pm.

“Besides, think about the rest of your teammates and what they stand to lose if I'm to withdraw my sponsorship,” I glare at him. “You are not the only sponsor we have, Mr. Velasquez does more than you and he doesn't have a daughter there!” “Ah,” comes his reply while he's still engrossed in his papers. What the hell does that mean?! “Just withdraw your sponsorship, you won't go broke!” I finalize and walk away to my room. Just another horrendous day! *~* The night is deep, the beautiful moon is out. It's almost midnight, and although most people are snuggled in the warmth of their beds, the outskirts of Chicago is filled with individuals throwing in their money, making their bets on who they

It was time. I pulled my mouth away, repositioning her for what I'd been waiting for all day. I twitched in anticipation, and the moment I filled her up, she let out a loud cry. I bet it was better than she had expected. As I pumped in and out, her face turned crimson. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. I couldn’t resist kissing her, and as I did, she tipped over the edge, dragging me along.

We made our way down to the beach and were given new bathing suits for a spring/summer edition for their magazine. I sat in hair and makeup for a good half an hour and then went out onto the beach. I posed for the camera in a small purple bikini and then a bright orange sundress. By the time I got home, it was already 8pm and I was utterly exhausted. ------------------------------------------------------- Valentine's Day. I walked into my kitchen with a frown on my face as I looked at my calendar. I rolled my eyes and poured myself some cereal. Valentine's Day is overrated anyway.

Released from suspense, she deeply exhaled and turned around. There he stood naked and hard in front of the closed door, having tricked her. She gasped, her hand fluttering up to her parted lips. His eyes were filled with the old lust she remembered so well, and they seemed lighter than they usually were. He strode swiftly to her and pulled her up by the backs of her thighs as he shoved her against the horrible wallpaper and enveloped her mouth with his own. It was the roughest, most passionate kiss of her life.

I asked, my eyes were blazing in anger and we're ready to burn whoever stood in my way. “Can you hold on a minute! It's not what you think! What's with you?” Sarah charged back at me the moment she got her strength back. “What do you mean it's not what I think? I come in here to find my fiance shirtless and you on him. Are you that cheap? Is that how desperate you are for him to love you? Face it Sarah! You are not loveable because you know what? Every single person you've ever loved left you at the end!”

Alex The sun is setting, streaking the sky with fiery shades of orange and pink, but it does nothing to temper the fire in my chest. I sit outside, on the edge of the pack’s territory, staring at the darkening horizon while my mind remains trapped in the past twenty-four hours. The kiss with Nova. The battle. The way she moved, her every attack precise, her body lethal. And then the kiss again, replaying in my head like a fever dream I can’t escape.

Luna and Shade returned, lying nearby, their amber eyes reflecting the sunlight, the cove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared triumph. The afternoon stretched on, the sunlight dipping lower, the warmth of the cove a sanctuary for their raw moment, Samantha and Kevin’s love a radiant flame in the forest, their legacy a tale of victory and passion that would echo through the ages.

- **Time Breaker:** His mere presence can slow down or speed up the clock, blurring the past and present until all sense of time collapses. Azarukh exhaled one mighty breath. A wave of molten rage erupted from his mouth, rising like a volcanic storm toward the stars. Mohammed and Susan felt fire **calling their names**, while darkness itself seemed to haunt their hearts. Their bodies could bear nothing more; overwhelmed by terror, they collapsed to the stony ground, **unconscious**, where the Sun of Ages still stood—his eyes locked upon the Lord of Flame, unafraid before the living hell.

Obsession. I was left with the last one. I remember spending the first night awake, researching what it felt like to burn to death. What happened to the human body in those last minutes. How much Iris agonized before she plunged into the darkness forever. In some chats, this is considered the worst way to die. Besides all the excruciating pain and the sensation of your body cooking, the skin on your neck can retract enough to strangle you. It’s almost like a slug coming in contact with salt, writhing in torment, disintegrating into a luscious mass and melting to death. I wonder if smoke inhalation spared her from a long suffering or if she was conscious enough to smell her own flesh burn. Th