Wings Of Love Bird Haven Novels & Stories

Chorus: I can't tell you, can't let it out My heart is screaming, but my lips won't shout I'm lost in this love that I can't show And it's tearing me apart, but you'll never know Bridge: I wish I could just say it But I'm so afraid to convey it I don't want to ruin what we have But my heart is yearning to break the silence, to break the pact Chorus: I can't tell you, can't let it out My heart is screaming, but my lips won't shout I'm lost in this love that I can't show And it's tearing me apart, but you'll never know Outro: Maybe someday I'll find the courage To let you know my feelings and let them flourish Until then, I'll keep them inside But I'll always love you, even if I hide. As I hit

Unlike my usual trips away, this time, I knew I wouldn't be coming back. I closed my eyes in the airport lounge, pretending to rest, while overhearing endless chatter about the great Mr. Scout's grand wedding. It seemed the entire Hare City was abuzz. "Did you hear? Halfway through the wedding, Mr. Scout called it off!" I was stunned upon hearing this. Wasn't he deeply in love with Maya? Why would he call off the wedding?

Like Dollface wasn’t still sobbing in some dark basement—if she could still sob at all. “You’re mine,” he murmured into her neck, his breath warm and possessive. “It’s always been you, Raven. I’d never pick anyone else. You know that, right?” She didn’t answer. He kissed her throat. “They throw themselves at me, baby, but none of them are you. You’re my little bird. My Raven.” His hands found her hips. Her shirt slipped off. The rest followed like routine—like choreography. And she let it happen.

At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow. "If only the old tales of lovers turning into butterflies were real," he murmured. And in that moment, I felt myself transform—my soul taking shape as a butterfly. I fluttered down, landing softly on his shoulder. He lifted a hand and brushed the edge of my fragile wings. A single tear fell from his eye. Then suddenly, blood spilled from his lips. He collapsed in front of my grave. Moments later, another butterfly appeared beside me. Together, we circled freely in the wind, then soared higher and higher, toward an endless horizon.

Angel I'm walking on the pavement, tapping my feet against the ground so that it will make a splash. It's raining, and being my usual self, I forgot my umbrella at home. I'm returning home from the gym, and the rain is cooling off my body perfectly. I enjoy the rain. I take a deep breath and look at the sky. Raindrops gently hit my face, making me relax. After some minutes, I start walking back home because I notice that the rain is about to stop, and I am drenched. I don't want to get sick, so I quicken my pace until my house is in view. I run to my door then turn my head slightly to the left to see some boxes on my neighbours' porch. They just moved in, and I haven't even seen them once ex

Estella replied back changing the topic. “Indeed, and they are called birds of heaven. The ones which are red in color. And those, the blue ones, they are always in a pair, and they are called birds of soul.” Valor said explaining Estella about those birds, and continued with a question, “Haven’t you ever seen them, Estella? Or Don’t tell me, you just see the animals which you hunt!!” He raised his eyebrows and earned a hard glare from her side. She punched his forearm softly warning,

she said pulling her towards the main entrance leading to the house. The Okoji resident was quite a beauty to behold. Aria didnt realize how massive the place was until they stepped into the main wing. Their Estate holds not less than two double duplex and three flats on the west wings. Several cars were parked outside with numerous servants going about their duties. Aria always knew the Okoji's were involved in other businesses but she didn't realized it was this huge. I guess that was why they were so popular in the media. As they continued to make their way into the building, Aria couldn't help but marvel at the interior decoration that trailed the corridor leading towards the living room

I closed my eyes in anticipation of being carried away in the dark current, but suddenly a splash sounded in my ears and warm arms cradled me. I opened my eyes to see Lou ‘s face, a tiny bit of worry on it. That didn’t shock me as much as the big beautiful black wings beating at the air behind him. Even with the little bit of moon shine and light coming from the house, I could see silvery yellow reflect off of the deep black. He lifted us up and back to the solid ground overlooking the river. I hurried to get down and stop touching him. His body called to mine whenever our flesh touched.

It was a testament to their unwavering commitment to each other—a testament that no matter the challenges they had faced, they had found their forever home. One bright morning, as the sunbeams cascaded through the leaves, they watched as their hatchlings, Pearl and Sky, took their first tentative flights. Their small wings fluttered nervously, their feathers ruffling with excitement. Maya and Oliver stood side by side, their hearts bursting with pride as they witnessed their offspring embark on their own journeys of discovery. Pearl, with her downy white feathers and curious eyes, soared gracefully into the azure sky, her tiny wings beating in perfect harmony. Sky, bold and adventurous, chas

the two peach-faced lovebirds, dead inside their wire cage, reanimated abruptly and both began floundering beside her on the porch. Sydney leapt straight up, aghast, tearing the Marilyn Monroe beach towel away from the canary cage with a desperate cry. The blood-flecked birds screeched and flopped, wings beating wildly, their breasts heaving. She gaped walleyed at them through a blizzard of feathers, the lit cigarette tumbling from her lips. Syd made a retching sound and her foot bumped the cage, sending it end over end down the back stairs and into the yard, where the little wire door came unlatched, and off flew the two hysterical lovebirds, up and away and into the trees above.