Wuthering Waves Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Wesley A wave of energy radiates from her and shoots out in all directions. It’s like a nuclear blast, knocking down everything in its way. The cots that were so evenly lined up across the room fly in all directions, hitting the walls and ceiling before crashing back down on the floor as Falcon and I, and the other wolves, are thrown across the room, slamming into the walls. There’s screaming, the snapping and crunching of bones, and the clanging of metal twisted in the force of the blast.

Wave after wave crashed over me, longer and deeper than anything last night, until I was trembling, gasping, and my vision was spotting with black stars. Steve groaned low in his throat, feeling me clench around him. He thrusted once, twice more, before burying himself deep. He came with a shudder, flooding me with heat, hips grinding against my ass like he wanted to stay inside forever. His arms wrapped around me fully, holding me upright as my legs threatened to give out. We stayed locked together under the spray—panting, water streaming over us—until my breathing slowed. He kissed my shoulder softly, sweetly. “Better?”

I had no words but being that I am basically a captive under him and with him being stuck inside me, I clench my hands into fists to imagine myself strangling him with my frustration so I don’t explode at him. “Well, you can tell Eros you can lay off now. My heat is fading and the waves are lessening in severity, so I’m with pup now. Even if you can’t SMELL it, I FEEL it.” I glared at him with the most pissed-off look. If eyes were daggers, he’d have two in his eyeballs right now!

I screamed not being able to control my emotions. My whole world had always been falling apart but I thought I could build it again with him. I was so happy I had found my mate so I gave him all my heart. "What? How could you? I watched her hands move across his bare chest. "Ahhhh!" I felt the surge of pain from the rejection course through me. I couldn't stay here anymore! I stormed out not forgetting to pick up the cake box and slamming the door. My feet suddenly stopped when it touched the doormat. I heard the giggling and smacking of lips from inside.

"That's not what I said." "No. But it's what I heard." Her voice cracked now despite herself. "Do you know what this sounds like from where I stand? It sounds like every story women like me get handed in prettier language. Wait. Trust. Endure the distance. Be understanding while the man becomes himself. And if he comes back, then perhaps your patience will be rewarded with a future that fits around his becoming." She wiped at one cheek angrily. "I don't know how to do that without hating myself a little."