The Last Embrace Novels & Stories

He understood exactly what value every woman in his life held, and he knew perfectly well that I was the most obedient one. I was obedient enough to remarry him every single time after eight divorces. However, this time was different. As I held onto Ryland's arm, I glanced down at the flight information on my phone. Ryland, this is where we end. After confirming my departure time, I slipped my phone back into my purse. What I didn't notice was that Ryland had caught a glimpse of the screen. He smiled. "Are you really that eager to go to the Maldivis with me?" His arm tightened around my waist, his tone intimate and affectionate.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He watched him touch Eve. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He watched the reverence of it, the specific quality of hands that were not worshipping, were not careful in the way that reverence was careful, were not maintaining the managed devotion of an appropriate love. These were hands that trembled. That reached because they could not not reach. That touched with the full force of a wanting that had been building for ten thousand years and was finally, finally meeting its object in the physical world without barriers.

She tucked the check away and returned to her usual harsh tone. “Ungrateful girl.” She pulled open the door and brushed past my shoulder as she left. I leaned against the cold tile wall. My chest burned, yet my heart felt strangely light. Only two more days. In a daze, I noticed an old emerald bracelet Morgan had left on the counter. The bracelet was dull in color with a faint crack along the edge. It did not match the expensive jewelry she usually wore. I remembered an old photograph I had seen while organizing Daniel’s study. In a narrow alley, a young Morgan wore that same bracelet. A man with a stern face stood beside her and gripped her wrist. His gaze looked exactly like Daniel’s did n

) 'Cause everything's gonna be all right Let's celebrate (Celebrate good times, come on) (Let's celebrate) ❤❤shanaya point of view❤❤ The following day, I woke up with a smile on my face. I remembered last night's events. Last night Emir kissed my forehead for the second time and I couldn't take that out of my head. The first touch of his lips on my forehead was not even out of my mind and last night he gave me the second one. Last night ...last night was full of...fun. Last night I came to know three of them a little more. No one could say that the most powerful, feared, dominant, authoritative businessmen who rule the business world act completely childish when they are together.

he stops staring at me and leans in for a kiss, to which I gladly receive with my hands caressing his bare back. We've done this ‘last fuck’ for so many times I think we're both a pro now at handling our emotion for this grand finale hence this slow and steady moves while embracing each other, savouring what’s left before the time is up. It’s not orgasms we’re after, it’s the moments to be reminiscenced once all of this is over we’re going for. Four weeks ago we had our last fuck, it was full of sadness, involving endless amount of tears and sobbings I’ve got to say that was one of the worst sex we’ve ever had.

ᴵ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵇʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ, ˢᵒ ʳᵉᶠʳᵉˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉ ᵇʳᵉᵉᶻᵉ ᵇˡᵒʷˢ ᵐʸ ᵉᵇᵒⁿʸ ʰᵃⁱʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵒⁿᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ˢᵗᵉᵖ, ˡ'ˡˡ...

And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but my heart melted and I couldn’t help but pull her into my embrace again. I don’t want to let her go! I want her to stay with me!! But, “I’ll wait for you.” I told her. She hugged me back, “I promise, I’ll do my best and hurry back to you.” Our embrace lasted for a few minutes. It was a cozy and warm feeling. Pulling her closer, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was like everything else faded away, and it was just the two of us, lost in each other's embrace. I felt my heart swell with emotion. After all, it had been weeks since we'd been together like this, and I had missed her more than I ever thought possible. I could feel her heart beating aga

Mia's embrace was a lifeline, her warmth a reassurance that they were not alone in the complexities of their emotions. As they stood there, bound by the embrace, Levi's voice broke the silence. "It's been a while since we've been this close," he observed, his words tinged with a mixture of nostalgia and appreciation. The room seemed to hold its breath, the walls a silent witness to the distance they had traveled and the bonds that had endured.

After several failed attempts, exhausted and disheveled, he remained on the ground, still reaching for me with unrelenting determination. "Let me touch you, just once more... please?" His voice was a broken plea, his hand trembling, desperate, full of longing. The crowd around us remained still, either frightened by his madness or awed by his obsession. No one dared to breathe. I adjusted my clothes, then slowly descended the stairs. "Goodbye," I said softly, placing my hand gently in his outstretched palm. Luci's face lit up, as if touched by a divine grace. He smiled, his joy fleeting, before tears overtook him.

Drizzy gave him a questioning look. Ethan chuckled. He walked past Drizzy to sit at the edge of the table before saying "I'm not hiding Drizz. You will know the night after tomorrow". Drizzy looked confused "What do you mean by the night after tomorrow?" "This" Ethan pulled out a card from the drawer and gave it to Drizzy who collected it with a skeptical look on her face Drizzy took the card wondering where this was leading to. The card was black with an ash ribbon tied in the middle.