To My Dearest Historia Novels & Stories

I was certain no one would find her in time. Satisfied, I turned and walked away. 'Sophia, your days are numbered. I'll destroy everything you cherish.'

Luca's voice sounds firmer, more strong, and I almost sag against him. "...from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer..." Luca repeats after the priest and I can breathe easier. The tension that had filled me is loosening its chokehold. "...in sickness and in health, until death do us part." Luca finishes, "...in sickness and in health, until death do us part." "I will love and honor you all the days of my life." Almost there. Only one more phrase and then it's my turn.

his voice was husky and more like someone who smoked. Anna hiccupped and look at the men, silently praying they would not harm her. And like an ocean wave, the words that the 'knife man' said rushed back to her. He had mentioned 'Rica' at the beginning of his sentence and if her brain was working well and thinking sane, he was referring to a person and a female. There was only one Rica she knew, and that was Vivian. That was the name she allowed some set of people to call her. It was more like a nickname, though. Or could there be another Rica out there that wanted her life? If not, why would Vivian wanted her life?

I bought you a gift there - I know you usually prefer diamonds, but I wanted to share a piece of this experience with you. Still missing you terribly. I spent the afternoon at Fort San Felipe, wandering the park grounds and staring out at the water. I know you're not as fascinated by history as I am, but I think even you would find this place special. One day, my dear, I'd like to bring you here and walk along those same paths and rediscover the mysteries of this world together.

he thought of his lover’s name once. His heart pounding wildly once more as he smells the strong sweet scent that is so familiar to him. She’s close by. In his mind, Ambrogio drew a smile. He was thinking about his lover. A lovely, beautiful lady with a lovely smile on her face. The mere thought of Selena made him more delighted and excited for the time when they would meet again. “After many years, I will see you again, my love.” His entire body ached for Selena’s warm touch as joy, desire, and lust engulfed him. He desperately wanted to feel her, which drove him insanely to want to touch, own, and feel her again after a hundred years.

Ah, lass, I think I have always loved you, for ’tis the truth I cannot ever remember a time I didn’t. THE END! NEW HOT STORY FROM NEXT CHAPTER!!!

But we only had 150 years with them before Stephanie died the first time. I thought I had lost her. I mourned her until the day I saw her again. It was about 550 AD when she died when she was killed during what is now know as the Gothic War. I mourned her until I saw her in 650 AD. In Britain of all places. She was again walking down a cobblestone path. But I did the same thing. I dropped to my knees and wept. I had her for a short time and then 100 years later it happened again. It has repeated itself over the course of history. No one had answers, but she has always remembered who I was. Who we are and were.

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

she asked, looking genuinely concerned. "Yes, yes, everything's fine" I said, forcing a smile onto my lips, I couldn't possibly tell her about the man, no, the deity I had almost kissed. She looked around as if surveying the room and then noticed the book. "Oh, the chronicle of the six? There is a lot of history there" she said, while she brushed down her apron, still smiling and standing by the door. "Yes, Damian gave it to me, I suppose it would help me find out who I am", I told her, letting out another breath.

As the moon bathed us in its soft glow, we emerged from the shadows, ready to face the truth and forge a future that embraced the power of our shared history. Together, Sophia and I embarked on a journey of discovery, piecing together the fragments of the past and unearthing long-buried truths. We delved into old family records, interviewed distant relatives, and explored forgotten places, all in pursuit of the missing pieces that would complete the intricate tapestry of our intertwined histories.