Sweetly Stitched Novels & Stories

For now, all he could do was keep searching, the walls of his world closing in tighter with every passing moment. **** Pulling the flower through the needle and thread, she gently pushed back the vibrant yellow marigold, her hands steady despite the rush of emotions within her. She picked up an orange one next, carefully stitching them into a harmonious pattern for the garland. The fragrant blooms began to take the shape of a beautiful decoration for the temple.

I was lost with her, and so was she. Every touch, every caress, brought us closer to the precipice of bliss. Our movement quickened, chasing our release. And as the intensity built, her grip on me tightened, her nails digging into my back. I reveled in the sweet pain, knowing that it mirrored the pleasure coursing through her veins. Our movements became more frenzied, a crescendo of passion that threatened to engulf us entirely. "I'm going to come, Arden!" "Come for me, Addie," I growled, my own pleasure mounting. "Come all over my cock."

And really, I don’t want to avoid it anymore. I slip into the seat beside my machine and take a deep breath. Then another. I roll my neck, stretch out my shoulders the way Nathan always tells me to, and start threading the needle. The hum of the machine fills the space quickly, and with it, my thoughts quiet. The rhythm of it is soothing, almost like music. Every stitch is an act of reclaiming something I didn’t realize I’d let slip away in the rush of the past few weeks. This is mine.

“Yes. It’s called a crazy quilt. I can’t force myself to make any of this thunder patterns. All those squares and triangles make me cross eyed.” “But you still make them?” she laughed. “I still try. After all, it’s what A Stitch In Time specializes in.” She held up the fabric, and he realized that, although she’d sewn several pieces together, she’d done it badly and the pieces didn’t hang straight. “Too bad I suck, huh?”

Each stitch bore a silent promise, a vow whispered in shadowed halls and aching hearts. Cedric stood before her one final time, the unique ring he had commissioned catching the light like a star forged from the depths of his sorrow. It was a ring unlike any other—crafted with rare stones mined from the mountains of their homeland, each facet a testament to his unyielding love.

she said, gesturing me to turn around so my back would face her. Betty fastened a necklace and once clasped it, I turned to look at it in the mirror. Around my neck lay a beautiful necklace, a chain made of rose gold, and a small sapphire encircled in a bed of diamonds. It looks so much like my engagement, I gasp.

My expression didn't change, but Max noticed my silence. "What is it?" I turned the screen toward him. It was Sienna. She was sitting on a chair. Her eyes were open. She didn't look injured, but she looked terrified. Her hands were tied in front of her. Underneath the photo was one message. Unknown: Come alone. Max immediately stood. "Dahlia." I looked at the message again. "Don't." He stared at me. "Don't what?" "Follow me." "Dahlia, no." "I said no."

Grace woke up slowly, feeling as though her consciousness had been transported somewhere far away and tranquil, only to be returned to her body like a feather carried gently on the breeze. Maybe it was a dream. A long, sweet dream... a peace she hadn’t known for months. She stretched a little on the futon, her bare legs rasping against the terry-cloth of her bathrobe and the soft crush of a blanket that covered her from chin to toe. She snuggled deeper into the pleasant warmth, sighing, and the sound of her own breath startled her.

“Nope the only people who can see it are me and you. The only reason I can see it as I am the one who placed the charm on it” “That is so cool” Jill pulled out the daggers and the sword “They pull out so smoothly, yet they fit so snuggly. I love it so much” She pulled me in to a tight hug “Anything for you. I also made this” I pulled out the amulet pendent and placed it around her neck. “If you are ever captured again all you need to do is snap the pendant and I will be alerted to your exact location”

I sniffle her hair and she refrains and gives me a once over. "What do you mean?" Her eyes searched my eyes. "Your face isn't bright, is something bothering you?" Only my heart knows how grateful I am that she didn't die. "I am okay, I just want us to do this music as soon as possible." I held her hands and squeezed them lightly. "Let's finish this Oran Joint Cooperation once and for all." Before I would regret making you sign those papers before I would regret hurting you again and again. She looked into my eyes and was silent so I pulled her into a hug. I would do this and take her away with me, to a place where we would be together forever and not care what no one else had to say about us