The Strange And Beautiful Sorrows Of Ava Lavender Mga Nobela at Kwento

The light hit the side of his face, cutting his jaw in half — shadow and gold. My chest did something stupid. Painful. Traitorous. I shut the folder. Ava sighed through her nose. “I’m not here to fight you.” “Could’ve fooled me.” “I’m here because Leah is two minutes away from making the pull quote lavender, Ethan is refusing to choose between three nearly identical snow photos because he says they all have ‘different emotional temperatures,’ and Mr. Lowell is pretending he knows what bleed margins are.” Despite myself, I closed my eyes.

ining with her own. The room was filled with the sounds of their participated breaths, soft moans, and rumored words of affection. At the peak of their participated closeness, Ava felt a sense of continuity that transcended anything she had endured before. The world outside faded down, leaving only the four of them and the important bond they participated in. When the intensity eventually began to rot, they lay together in a distraction of branches, breathing heavily but content. Ava felt a deep sense of fulfillment and peace. She had faced her fears and embraced the love she had with her mates completely. Lorcan pressed a gentle kiss to her forepart." How are you feeling now?" he asked, his

Such a beautiful place existed in the human realm, but there wasn't even a single human in that place to enjoy the natural beauty. Joseph was astonished by the beauty of the place. Seeing the plum trees blossom after so many years, Joseph felt nostalgic. Theodore too felt nostalgic seeing the beautiful plum flowers bloom to their fullest. Joseph's eyes were filled with tears because of nostalgic feelings. Theodore noticed tears in Joseph's eyes and started panicking. "Angel? Are you okay? Why are you crying? Do you not like the place? If not, then we can go somewhere else," Theodore was panicking. "No, silly. Why wouldn't I like a place this beautiful? In fact, I love it. It's just that I fe

She huffs out trembling terribly as we held each other. " I saw her standing next to the cliff of despair, she was holding a dark death lily Rosalyna," I whimper out, remembering how my sweet love's eyes filled with fear, looking up at me as she took her last breath. " So that means she crossed over into the White Elves land, it's the only place that the flowers still grow in fields," my sister quietly speaks. " Yes all the other fields were ordered to be destoryed by our father, minus the one on the elves land he could not reach. Father evens has a small garden of them hidden in one of the green house farthest away from the castle grounds," I say reminding her. " We should change our course

Take good care of yourself. -Dynirho Syford Oh! Such a self-proclaimed man about topping the charter for patience and capacity to understand. Lady Francesca could suppress her smile and blush, no more. His way of words was way to flowery and captivating that even in the midst of trouble, it can make her smile in joy. Keeping the note close to her heart, she proceeded upstairs to attend on her shower. The long stay in the forest plus, the sweats she accumulated by the nonstop horseback ride for more than an hour, made her itch for a fresh water bath.

Her head lolls forward, lifeless, and the chains rattle as her body sags. I pull the knife free with a twist, her blood running slick and warm over my hand. With a smile tugging at my lips, I wipe the blade against her dress. Pink turns to red in uneven smears. It was the color she was always meant to wear. Chains clatter as I unhook them, her lifeless body collapsing into my arms. I hoist Moris over my shoulder, her hands dangling, blood dripping down to stain my leather jacket. The night air hits me as I step out of the cave, carrying the metallic tang of her blood with it. I breathe it in, savoring it as satisfaction washes over me.

“Lavender Page is an abused woman who’s struggled through her entire life. She grew up without her parents in an orphanage and was never in contact with anyone who would provide her with the love she needed because she required more than anyone could ever fulfil.” Holy shit. Is this guy a writer? I stiffen up like a stone. Everyone’s gonna think I’m a weak little girl if he goes on like this. “She married Jim two months after they finished high school and like every marriage, they had their ups and downs. One of the hardest blows was an abortion Jim forced upon her.” At this point, I’m struggling not to run out of the courtroom as everyone’s eyes are on me, including the judge’s. This is rea

**Lyra** The air smelled of smoke, and echoes of chaos were beginning to seep in through the small window. Screams. Manic laughter. Thuds. The unmistakable creak of splintering wood and the sound of running footsteps. I clutched my belly, feeling the rapid heartbeats of my cubs, as if they could sense the fear growing inside me. “It’s horrible out there, my girl…” Ava murmured as she pulled the curtains shut tightly. “We should stay here.”

My parents’ faces lit up like what he said was worth rejoicing over. “What do you mean?” I asked. He scoffed, then snapped his finger. A tall man in a blue tailored suit walked in and handed a document to my father. My mother rushed and handed his seal to him. Before he could stamp it, I rushed over and grabbed the documents from them. I read it aloud, “Slave disguised as wife for a year.” How disgusting! My brows furrowed as I yelled, “ You’re selling your daughter?” My mother tried to calm me down as she leaned closer but I snapped, “aren’t you ashamed? Now you’re selling your daughter? Isn’t it enough that you killed your first flesh and blood?” I paused. “Now you want the second one gone

The sky turned white with flameflowers—magic-crafted sparks that danced across the heavens. Wolves shifted and danced beneath the moonlight. Music soared. Laughter returned to the sacred grounds. And in the center of it all stood Ava—barefoot, hair wild, gown flowing like silver riverlight. Her eyes shimmered with something new. Joy. A joy that wasn’t borrowed, or desperate, or fleeting. She shared a dance with Kellan—slow and reverent. She laughed into Maddox’s arms as he spun her, careless and alive. She clung to Ronan’s neck as he lifted her off the ground and howled to the stars.