Romans & histoires Tình Yêu Màu Nắng

This love was a strange thing that played with the tune of your senses and made you lazy and left as a brainless person. This was what happened to our Mohini, who was Painted in the colours of LOVE. . .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

I can't promise the sun always warms the morning like the warmth of dew on a leaf I can't give the stars always shine but the light misses me every night I can't send a red rose every day but the embers of jealousy rage when you are far from me I can't compose a beautiful poem only my prayers as a guardian of your steps If the twilight stays orange even when it's cloudy, if the moon is still dim even in the dark then you're still my curved rainbow after the rain on my veranda that I always hug If the sky isn't always blue If the lake is not always green So let me paint you on a white canvas of the heart

Love. END

His admiration was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and possessiveness, knowing that I was his, and he was mine. The sky transformed into a breathtaking canvas as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the heavens with vibrant hues of orange and purple. The colors swirled and blended, a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the landscape. The beauty of the sunset was almost surreal, a perfect backdrop for the intimacy and connection that Raziel and I shared. He looked back into my eyes with a smile. “I love you, Raziel.''

A few weeks has passed since Fredrick left. I got a new boyfriend; the guy that came to my party with Elise his name is Kam. He’s tall 6’4 with red hair and brown eyes. I like when he talks and just stops to smile at me. He has been very sweet over the past few weeks. I would like to say school has been better but mostly I just hate 11th grade. When I’m at school I feel like no one can get along and I always feel lonely. There was a picture of me taken that was circulated around school. Let’s just say I became a lot of boy’s screen savers in school; who knew changing in a locker room meant please come and take a photo of me.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Raven’s point of view. I was tied up in a dark room, with my hands and legs tried, and a gag put in my mouth. I scanned the room and saw four other girls like me, with our body covered with thin, transparent fabric. I gritted my teeth as I thought of how to free myself from the alpha of Blood Moon’s pack, but just then I heard footsteps approaching the room. “We must do as he says, if we ever want to end this war and get back our soldiers that he is holding captive.” A voice said.

I rubbed them on my trousers as I received several smiles and appraising nods. My wall-sized canvas entitled ‘Colors of Love’ drew the most attention. It was an infusion of hot pinks and red-orange embers, immersed with light orange, subtle pink, and golden hues. Besides, it was one of my favorites, a rendition of the Brooklyn Bridge with similar pastel coloring etched with long black lines for the bridge in the background.

Odger and her had a fiery sensational love. Why fiery? Beacause she and Lubez never had a day where Odger and Matilda didn't make passionate love. During the time, it really hurt her eyes and innocent mind. Lubez and Thea have to be very far away from home so as not to hear any ambiguous voices But as quickly as the fire blown by the wind grows, the fiery love finally extinguished like splashed by water.

I duck my head to hide my grin behind the thin fall of my hair. If he notices my amusement, he doesn’t comment on it. Instead he brushes a big hand over my hair. I still, letting him pet me. “Red,” he says. “What?” I never question dominants, but I can’t help it. His tone was deep and growly, with a touch of something more. Reverence. Or longing. He doesn’t explain the ‘red’ comment. Instead he says, “I watched you last night.”