Will You Tell Me A Story Romane & Geschichten

My mind told me stop, you can wait. The years were going with the time that never comes back. My eyes can tell you how much I'm looking for you. My lips know with the strength that I call you. My eyes became opaque for not seeing you. My chest was a withered rose bush for lack of you. I have never lied to you and I will not do it now, that's why I will answer YES, YES to what you ask me". (www.youtube.com/watch?v=y9Zft9Q0nwI)

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Zahra whispered, not minding to hide the fear in her voice, “But why had they set fifteen huts ablaze?” “I can’t say for sure,” Dodo turned her attention to Zahra, “But my mother told me a story of how the three Kingdoms, after hunting, danced around a campfire. You want to hear the story?” “No,” Zahra and Ginika said in unison. They were not prepared to hear Dodo’s unending tale. She would only end up telling them of how her great, great, great grandmother, told her great, great grandmother and her great grandmother, to her… Her stories usually leave one hungry and light-headed, or it would knock you out.

“Hm? Oh, yes. Better than ever actually. Let me tell you a story.” **More of Julio and Natalia’s story coming soon.

Now where we are alone we are speaking Danish. “Can you tell me a story?” Her eyes are half-closed, but there’s a spark of hope in them, a desire to drift off to a world filled with adventure. “Absolutely,” I say, pushing open her bedroom door and gently laying her back on the bed, tucking the covers snugly around her. I reach for the Teddy, tucking it in beside her. “What kind of story do you want? A fairy tale? An adventure? Or maybe a superhero story?”

I can’t. “I don’t tell many people,” I whisper. “I’m not really allowed to.” Kai growls as Brax leans closer, resting his hand on my knee. “Why wouldn’t you be allowed to talk about it?” With his other hand he leans around me, flicking Kai on the forehead. Kai’s face morphs into one of shocked outrage and I have to bite back a giggle. “Can I tell you a story, little flower?” Brax asks suddenly, squeezing my knee gently.

“You’re too young for that story,” she reasons. “Emory will be upset with me.” “I’m not that young!” I counter. “I’ll be a teenager before you know it. I’m not a baby.” Miss Willow contemplates telling me the story, looking into my eyes before giving in. “All right, but I’m not giving you all the details.” “That’s fine.” Her eyes stare off into space, like she’s remembering something, “Once upon a time…”

"No. It seems that you don't know that many stories." "..."

“Can we talk about princesses?” I chuckled, sitting back against the couch. “Princesses? Oh, I know so many stories about princesses. Did I ever tell you about the princess who loved to dance?” Her eyes widened with excitement as she shook her head. “No! Tell me, tell me!” And so, I launched into a story, weaving a tale about a brave princess who danced her way out of trouble. Miracle hung on every word, her laughter ringing out every time I added a silly twist to the story. By the time I finished, she was giggling so hard she was holding her sides.

Rin replied, " How's Jedd? She asked. " Jedd is fine" I swallowed. " You did what you had to, and I admire your strength" " Thank you Rin" I replied. " Will you tell him? "Someday" I replied. "I'll tell him for you if you want" Rin teased. "You won't" I replied She rolled her eyes. "This love story" she shaked her head. " I can't tell where this love story is going " she sighed.