Tis The Season For Loving นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jess Midnight was fast approaching, the excitement within me rose like a sudden rush. The hour for tormenting poor souls was near. I stood by the window of the sitting room. And smiled at the sound of gunshots and people screaming. Their pain was my drug. It kept me alive. Yearning for more. Although, Lakewood seemed like an innocent little town. The people were ruthless and unforgiving. They loved violence and taking out blood. Their love for vengeance made my magic more powerful.

Her pout faded into a smile as she leaned into his embrace. “Then tell me,” she asked teasingly, “when did you finally realize you liked me?” Xavier gazed out at the sunset over the ocean, his voice low and steady. “The moment I saw you lying in that cryogenic chamber. I realized that without you, the world felt empty. Just a hollow, endless place.” Starla lifted her head, cupping his face in her hands. As the last light of the setting sun bathed them in gold, they kissed—deep, lingering, filled with all the love they had waited so long for.

With the truth exposed and evidence irrefutable, Belinda had no choice but to plead desperately. "Please, for the sake of the time I saved you, forgive me this once. I only did it because I love you," she cried, looking utterly pitiful and disheveled. Wayne, on the other hand, seemed surprisingly calm. He wasn't angry, nor was he annoyed. "Love me?" Wayne sneered, "Is deception your idea of love?" "No, it's not deception. I just used the wrong way to show my feelings. I never meant to deceive you," Belinda replied.

We never ran out of things to talk about. “Okay?” I replied, pulling my fine white with a few black swishes sweater towards myself to generate heat as Maisie picked up her phone and arranged for an taxi to pick us up – there was no Uber. It was a few weeks before Christmas and the spirit of Christmas was almost at it's peak- the beautiful snows, the felicitous yuletide, the merry Christmas played in local shops and Christmas trees, too. If only I got to spend Christmas there – with Maisie.

I held and pressed his hands he was startled and stared at me for a couple of seconds and returned his eyes on the television screen. I promise to love you because love needs a heart where it can grow. Thrive. Dwell and blossom forever. I bet it will be the biggest series for this year.

Love? * * TBC

Together, they wove a tapestry of love, each thread intertwined with the others, strengthening their bond with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered promise. Their lovemaking was a symphony of sighs, moans, and the soft rustle of skin against skin. It was a celebration of their love, a defiant stand against the darkness that had threatened to consume Vivi. In this moment, they were invincible, their love a beacon that illuminated the shadows, rendering them powerless.

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

Finally, their love won. Tbc...

He took a step toward me, the smell of the tomato sauce still clinging to him like a domestic shroud. "Tasha, please," he whispered, his voice cracking with a raw emotion I hadn't heard in years. "I did it for us. I did it because I couldn't breathe watching you drift away into his world. I love you. I’ve always loved you, even when I was angry, even when I didn't know how to show it." I stood my ground, my expression unyielding. "Love doesn't leave cracked ribs, Isaac. Love doesn't track its partner like prey."