Ways Of Being Novels & Stories

Ava asked as she took a sip from her yellow drink. Irish chewed her muffin first before replying. " Yes. I work online now, you know, by face timing and give them design by emails. " Irish said and sipped her coffee. Aaron had a proud expression plastered on his face as he sipped his black coffee. " That's really good to know, " Ava commented as she smiled sweetly at her. Irish can't believe that she had thought she could be the bitchy girlfriend of Aaron a few months back.

"I will work hard to change, under any circumstances, pls, forgive me." "I will think about it" I say and turned to the counter, hoping hoping he will leave. But he didn't, he just stop there like a log of wood. Watching me clean. After cleaning, I tell madam Serena I'll be out for a while. I move around the street with no aim. walking, I still found myself in front of the shop. What do i really need. Money, a hug, a family, a home to call my own, stop stand on my own so people can stop bullying me.

Spending so much time with Jenna, just the two of us, under the same roof, I started to feel something more than gratitude for her care. One day, I was lost in thought when I unexpectedly bumped into Rebecca outside the company building, shivering in the cold wind. I wasn't sure how long she had been there, but her clothes were too thin for the weather, and she was visibly freezing. I walked past her without acknowledging her.

It hung mid-thigh, the soft hem brushing the curve of my ass with every step. Nothing underneath. I wanted him to see everything the second he looked at me. I walked downstairs, opened the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of water. I twisted the cap off and took a long, slow drink, tipping my head back so a few cold drops spilled down my chin and soaked into the thin fabric of the shirt. The wet cotton clung tight to my still-hard nipples, outlining them clearly. I looked down at the dark patches spreading across my chest and felt a low, filthy pulse between my legs.

My daughter, Lily, was hit and dragged for two whole miles by a drunk driver. I rushed her blood-drenched body into the emergency room. While the doctors saved her, I collapsed onto the floor in the hallway. With the last ounce of strength left in my body, I sent a text to my husband, Howard. [Lily is in critical condition. Get to the hospital now!] A few seconds later, my phone chimed with a reply. [Stay safe. I’ll be over as soon as I wrap things up here.]

Appearing as sequence. Appearing as chapters. Appearing as words. Appearing as meaning. Appearing as understanding. Appearing as confusion. Appearing as clarity. Appearing as silence. Always this. Never not this. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The silence that is. The stillness that is. The vastness that is. The intimacy that is. The freedom that is. The peace that is. The joy that is. The wholeness that is.

"Wouldn't that create factions? The questioners over here, the practitioners over there?" "Maybe," Wonder admitted. "Or maybe it creates freedom. Freedom to get what you need when you need it. Freedom to practice when you want peace and question when you want challenge. Freedom to move between spaces as your needs change. Not stuck in one approach. Not forced into one way. But fluid. Mobile. Choosing different spaces for different moments. Does that divide us? Or does that let us be more fully ourselves while still being together?"

“I feel like peeing.” His low chuckle reverberated in my ear. “You want to come. That’s cum not pee, Princess.” “I can’t hold out.” I struggled to speak. “It is coming out…” my voice trailed off. “Let it.” “What if Mom asks?” Fear coursed through my veins, clearing what was left of the foggy desire in me. “We will get you cleaned up, so let it out.” So I did just that. I let whatever was pulling at me with a reckoning force out and the relief I felt afterwards was divine.

change? That's what I was thinking. I was imagining my face with my eyes closed. This is Tagore Gari who just stepped on Shiva but could not then. I was imagining that face in my mind. Anjali got curious. 'Anger is there but it is not expressed, sadness is there but it is suppressed affection. I thought it was my husband

One of them proposed, "Let's have some sex with her. We can give her that as a warm welcoming gift. “ "Don’t do it, please! “ I begged them to listen, but they were unmoved. ‘How miserable can one get in a day? How will I combat all of these boys?’ I quietly asked myself. I needed to find a way real quick otherwise I was going to be doomed. Running again wasn’t an option because my legs were already hurting and I’m sure they would still catch up with me if I attempted to do so. All I was left to do was to pray and hope God provides for me a miracle instantly. It was my last and only resort.