Words To Nights In White Satin Novels & Stories

“Blood, blood, blood, can I have it all?” Singing as she continues the tone and rhyme of her melody, the silhouette of the lady in white appears beside her. With its hands reaching her and gently caressing her back and hair, it whispers the words and tone unto her ears, as she sings. “Swim, swim, swim can I drench myself into your blood?”

V6 POV "Go to sleep, Go to sleep, Nighty Night time little Princess, Close your eyes, sleep sleep sleep, There's a moon up tonight let it dream of your dreams where the nightlife is none Let it cradled you to sleep where the stars are up tonight. Let it dream your dreams. Nighty Night time little princess. " I hummed softly to the little princess as I nuzzle her face. Her droopy eyes finally close as I slowly move from under her arm, trying my best not to make much movement while leaving her bed. As soon as all four of my feet were safely on the ground, I pull the blanket over her, leave a kiss on her nose and quietly leave the room.

Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one enamored with this godlike man. On our wedding night, he received a phone call and never came back. I sat on the bed until dawn, not sleeping a wink. In the early morning, he came back drunk. He calmly stroked my head and said, "You know what's the most adorable thing about you? It's that you're sensible enough not to cause trouble. The Finley family needs a mistress like you." At that moment, the anger that had welled up in my heart was suddenly extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

A tyrant disguised as a family man. She stayed there, curled up on her bed, her gaze lost in the void. With the curtains drawn, the room was bathed in a ghastly light. The air was heavy, almost suffocating. And the silence… oppressive. --- On the evening of the third day, the door slowly opened. Rhonda entered the room, her face lit with a chilling, mocking, almost triumphant smile. Seeing Chantelle, curled up on the bed, her face swollen, reddened from crying, she let out a contemptuous little laugh.

It was a Saturday night this time, I was off duty, and so was Damon. He had given me his keycard to his mansion and told me to come over to his place to finish what we started. I caught myself giggling and pacing around the room as I thought of his thick cock ravaging my insides this time without distractions. I wanted to his wholly. I had even picked up a package just for tonight. I wore the pink laced corset bodysuit that I had ordered. It came with its own lace knee-length stockings with a strawberry thigh harness.

His breathing intensified, and unconsciously, he squeezed the cool fingers. "Think of the stalls as a starless sky, a waveless sea of darkness," Julian's voice, smooth as honey, was a soothing melody that only heightened the headiness and emotions surging like river rapids. "There is nothing there. Dance like you do for me, only me. Forget all the others. Dance as you dream." "Dance as I dream..." Noelle repeated in a hoarse whisper, praying that the dream would not transform into a nightmare. "Dance only for you. Your music..."

In the darkness of night, where the moon shone as bright as it could, ran the White Wolf into the deep forest. Paws thudding against the wet soil, she whipped past the familiar trees cutting through the sharp wind. These little moments of freedom were what she was always hungry for. Others had heard about her, but none had seen her. It was as if she was nonexistent and just a part of a tale. They had heard about her beauty and the gift she possessed. A gift so unreal that it could make or break one's future.

Valentina Feeling like a chastised, petulant child, I flip off the closed door before walking into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I comb my fingers through my hair, but there’s only so much I can do. Back in the bedroom, I open the closet door. I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but what I see is not it. For a full minute, I stare up at the dress hanging there because it’s beautiful. It’s a simple floor length dress of white satin and lace. The satin drapes at the neck and delicate spaghetti straps hold it up. On the floor is a pair of pretty shoes.

Laughter rippled through the night air. She dressed with care. The silvery satin gown cascaded around her like poured moonlight, crystals winking across the bodice like scattered diamonds. The layered skirt flowed with every breath, swaying like water in a gentle tide. The off-shoulder neckline bared her delicate collarbones, glowing under the lantern light.

“I’m not either.” “Then you said that, and a bucket of cold water rushed over me because those thoughts of something more were extinguished as soon as I understood there would be no room for anything more in your world than tonight.” He stared into my eyes, unblinking. “You are so interesting.” My brow scrunched and I glared at him. “I hate that word.” “Why?” he asked. “Because it can go so many ways.” Both good and bad, and I never knew how it was meant.