This Is Paradise Novels & Stories

In the humid jungle, I wandered down dug out pathways beneath tree canopy, butterflies fluttering above me. It's a perfect wonderland, a haven, as humble as every other part of existence. It's a symphony of eventide hues and the harkening light of morning. It's a peaceful moment to reflect on a job well done. It's the peace of mind that only comes from being your best self. Perhaps paradise was always a bet for two, a chance to experience true love while fully understanding the cost of loss. "Are we all going to be beautiful?" I keep my voice low.

Asked Darina curiously, coking her head, her voice trembling with both awe and longing. Moon Goddess smiled and replied softly, "we are at the gate of the paradise. You deserve to be there for all your struggles and selfless actions." "Am I dead?" Said Darina peacefully, not afraid on anything. Her lips trembled slightly, but her eyes remained calm, almost relieved at the thought.

"I never imagined starting our trip like this. Feels like we're flying straight into paradise." Vincent turned his head, pressing a kiss to her temple, his free hand sliding up her arm to toy with the strap of her dress. "Paradise is wherever you are, Katherine. But yes, North Island is going to spoil us rotten." His tone dipped lower, sexy and suggestive. "Plenty of time to explore every inch of it and each other."

Pete was unusually quiet, and I drifted off into a slumber as well. When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by the vast sea and a sky of dazzling stars. I popped my head out of the convertible and lay in the car. The next moment, brilliant fireworks exploded in the night sky, their deafening sounds resembling my heartbeat. A sense of regret prickled at me, but I dispelled it through my eyes. I couldn't say that I was someone who always followed through on promises. I had said many things in my life and made numerous promises.

Looking down, I saw the same road I started upon, and it ran past the walls of the classroom. Having a little understanding of how it works, I stepped forward. Into a wide grassland and the amber eyes of a God looked back at me. "Where are we?" "Paradise." "Come over." He told me from far of in the distance, but I was afraid if I were to take the next step he would disappear, and that I would find myself somewhere else. I could only nod when I made up my mind. The step I took brought me the busy roads of Paris, the Eiffel tower standing tall in the morning sun. But the amber-eyed God remained.

Announced Viaan. Paradis d’Amour is a sprawling estate that redefines luxury and tranquility, nestled close to a secluded island, making it the ultimate destination for an exotic getaway. This vast property is a breathtaking spectacle that stretches across several hectares, offering an unparalleled blend of opulence and natural beauty.

Dozens of them, sitting at outdoor cafés, walking through parks, laughing and talking like they were on vacation. "What the hell?" Marcus breathed. One of the deadies noticed us. A woman, of maybe thirty years, with a smile that looked genuine. "Oh! New arrivals! Welcome, welcome! You'll love it here!" "What is this place?" I asked, my grip tight on my dagger. "Paradise," she said simply. "The Living City. It takes care of us, gives us everything we need. No more running, no more fear, just peace." "And you just... gave up?" Willow asked. "Stopped fighting?"

The place is isolated and offers a panoramic view over the Glacier National Park. “This is Paradise!” Meredith said, looking around. "I came here once when I was little, with my dad and James." she said looking around and feeling overwhelmed by the splendor of nature. The sky-high height of the Alpine trees, the grass as thick as a carpet, the dark sky full of stars reflected in the lakes in front of them, all inspire happiness. She takes a few steps away from Max and without looking at him she says. "I wanted you to meet Artemis before the others could see her. If you will not want us after you see us I will understand but I need to be sincere with you first.

The intellect is its possess place, And in itself can make a paradise of hell, A hell of heaven.” John Milton Paradise Lost THE Another MORNING, Isadora got up alone. She’d anticipated as much, and told herself any sense of embitterment was unseemly. Her body throbbed in mystery places, but with each twinge came a sense of happiness.

But it's been a little relaxed. "Welcome to real paradise." Whisper Gerlad it while moving his in mine. "We've been many." I protest. Oh, very full. It's delicious. I just sighed. This is the paradise of the world, what a real paradise God promised me. But can I go to heaven? Sweat has soaked our bodies. But the taste of this favor has not disappeared, even more so. Gerald's still moving his hard dick. I reached my point of satisfaction. I can only scream out all this deliciousness.