The Wall A Novel Novels & Stories

The alley was a perfect hiding place, a place where no one could see them, and the writer was willing to surrender to her pleasure. "Our bodies moved in rhythm, the brick wall at my back the only thing keeping me grounded. The alley murmured with the silent sound of their passion. His hand was gripping her waist, guiding her as he thrust inside of her with a ferocity that left her trembling. I threw my head back, the world blurring as I surrendered to the pleasure complete. To every touch and every sound."

Luna Ella says as she begins to walk towards the wall, where our mates stood guard, but then a loud bang came within the wall making her stop dead in her tracks. Dust from the new dry wall began to fill the space in front of the Alphas, as it was clear that someone was on the other side of the wall, trying to bust their way through the cement wall that Urijah had built behind it. It was clear whoever was on the other side of that wall was desperately trying to make its way through, and I had no doubt in my mind that the wall wasn’t going to hold, as the drywall was beginning to crumble before us.

there is a wall there so how can it also be a door? With great difficulty I shifted the bookshelf aside while trying to push the wall but it wasn't moving and with each minute that passed I became more inquisitive and I wouldn't rest not untill I know what's going on in this mansion. I turned to my side and I saw something like a doorbell, I pressed on it and the wall opened making me step back in shock so there's actually a door in here and it's being disguised as a wall. I stepped inside the shady place which was filled with cobwebs but I couldn't hear any more sound, I must have been mistaken there's no one here. I was about to leave when my hands knocked a glass vase down and I picked it

About coffee and windows and almost smiles and names said in the dark and because I wanted to and a woman who had closed a door softly and said *whenever you're ready* like she already knew the answer and was simply giving me the time to find it myself. The wall. I looked at it. And I thought about how protection and prison are the same structure. The only difference is which side of it you are standing on. I had been standing on the wrong side. For two years I had been standing on the wrong side of a wall I had built with my own hands and calling it safety and it was not safety. It was a very well constructed way of being alone. And I was tired. I was tired of the wall. I was tired of the w

I say. I put my hand on the river wall. Neva puts her hand beside mine. She does not ask if that is permitted. She does it with the directness of someone who has assessed the situation and determined that her presence here is not a gesture but a function. The wall responds. The memory anchor — the one that holds the city's accumulated past, every version of it, every building that stood before the current ones and every person who walked this bank before we did — opens under our hands like a book held closed too long finally falling open.

But if I took my own life…. No. I shook my head. Taking my own life meant Lurien had won, it meant Zayan would live miserably. No. I have to survive to get my revenge— The carriage lurched forward, violently throwing me off the seat. I hadn't even caught my breath when its wooden doors swung open and strong arms grabbed my arms. I was pulled out of the carriage and my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me. NOCTHRAX. A great wall that spread across acres and acres of land that you couldn't see both of its ends, the wall stood tall, strong, and ancient. Four hefty soldiers stood at its mighty black gate with gold intricate design and in its middle was our Kingdom's sacred crest.

Cain feels like the raw material, and Alizadeh feels like a finished product with a part of itself being the raw material that Cain is. “Try creating a wall. It’ll be horrible for you if your opponents can read your every move on the battlefield.” No kidding. I don’t need to ask what he’s asking me to do. I encountered this same scenario in a book I once read. A mental wall. A creation of my mind. All I have to do is imagine the bricks stacking up one by one and it should… “Whoever told you creating a mental wall like that works is silly.” I gasp in offense for half the fantasy writers in the world.

​The space between two people who have survived a war is a delicate, razor thin corridor for two years, I had walked down that corridor believing it was paved with solid stone, believing that the foundation we poured on this isolated Pacific bluff was pure and absolute,Standing in the dark of the master bedroom, the heavy wool duvet tossed aside like a discarded skin, I realized the terrible truth the stone was only a veneer underneath it, the floor had always been hollow Juliann didn’t follow me right away

He was good. “And you have something I need,” Natalia purred, walking slowly toward the wet bar. She made a show of pouring two glasses of amber whiskey, the movement causing her robe to gape further. “The location. For the microfilm.” “A simple trade, then?” He shrugged off his coat, revealing a tailored suit that hugged his powerful frame. He didn’t approach. “Nothing is ever simple.” She brought the glasses over, holding one out to him. Their fingers brushed. A spark, deliberate on her part. He didn’t flinch. “They call you the Wall. Impenetrable.”

Aurora’s POV The wall I crashed on was supposed to leave my head banging with a headache and maybe leave a bruise, but I didn’t feel any. The wall that had ended my escape somehow looked too soft to be called a wall. And of course, walls never smell like cedar wood and something like mint soap mixed with strong cologne. My breath seized with a thrummed heart. My hands moved slowly to the broad chest I had crashed against. Slowly, my head raised and my eyes met with the sexy,ruthless mafia lord dressed in all black.