Your Arms Are My Cocoon Novels & Stories

He lies beside me wrapping an arm around my waist and other caresses my hairs. "It was just a nightmare, love. Go back to sleep, you need rest. I promise I will stay and watch over you. Close your eyes." He said softly kissing my cheek. This time I closed my eyes believing that my guardian angel can save me from those omens that tried to break me. I felt like a caterpillar surrounded by a calcareous warm cocoon which was helping me to sustain against storms and wild. ***

MIA I stir, not fully awake, but aware of the comforting weight around me. It’s Aaron’s arm, strong and warm, draped possessively across my waist. His steady breath tickles my hair, a soft rhythm against my ear. I could stay like this forever, suspended in this perfect moment, undisturbed by the crushing weight of reality. So, I burrow deeper, nestling my head into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin.

Ryle's arms are still around me. I'm like tightly sealed in his embrace. I can't explain it, but this is like a haven to me, his touch. I feel safe and my mind feels freer when I'm in his arms. The warmth he gives off is inexplicably giving me life. His presence gets me the feelings I didn't see I'd get from him. This includes the urge to be just by him when I'm alone. I've fought that feeling in the past few days, but now I've finally given in to it. I've broken through that isolated room. I'm finally more than fifty percent sure I'm enjoying his company.

His strong arms enveloped me, creating a secure cocoon that shielded me from the complexities of the outside world. With an effortless grace, he effortlessly scooped me up, cradling me in his arms. My legs naturally found their place, encircling his waist like a child seeking refuge in the arms of a parent. The once-familiar sensation of being carried, elevated above the ground, brought forth a rush of nostalgia and a surge of affection.In that moment, I felt an indescribable sense of belonging, as if every worry and uncertainty had dissipated into the ether. The familiarity of his touch, the contour of his hug, resonated with a profound comfort that echoed through the deepest recesses of my

But as I felt his arms around me, I felt safe. The embrace was warm and comforting, like a soft blanket on a cold night. His arms were strong, yet gentle, wrapping around me like a cocoon. I could feel his heart beating in his chest, the rhythm soothing me like a lullaby. As he held me, I could feel the tension leaving my body, my muscles relaxing into his embrace. I felt safe and protected, as nothing could ever harm me. At that moment, I knew I would be okay.

Walking out alone means no claim was made, and Colette could disappear, maybe Mikhail would come with her, thatś it Mikhail would help her! ¨Mikhail help me! I don't want to be his mate, but Iḿ not strong enough to reject him, HELP!!!¨Demelza screamed through the pack mind link, sending him images of where she was running, praying to the Moon Goddess that where ever he was Mikhail would reach her in time.

The birds morning call woke me up. I could hear the 'weewee tuuu tuuuu ' sound they made. It sounds so peaceful. I yawned softly. I was about to stretch my hands when I felt something warm on my stomach. I looked down to see it was one of Kene's hands. To my surprise the button of the shirt I was wearing was undone, making me bare for the whole world to see. I gasped as I stared at my exposed breasts.

It was a testament to the depth of our connection, a bond that only grew stronger with each passing day. As I lay there, enveloped in the cocoon of darkness, I couldn't help but feel a swell of gratitude for this woman beside me. Arc was a light in my life, illuminating the corners of my soul with her presence, even in moments of quiet reflection. And so, we drifted into the realm of dreams, two souls bound by the threads of shared sorrow and the promise of a new day. In this tender space, I knew that no matter what challenges awaited us, we would face them together, drawing strength from the love that pulsed between us.

The blankets are soft against my skin. Light pours in through the closed shutters, giving a dim warmth to the room, and I feel his arms around me. I feel his shallow breaths just reach the back of my neck. I feel like another version of myself, one that I've never met, but one that takes away the anxiety and sadness that clouded my mind before. I'm still Rae, but I'm Content Rae. I'm Satisfied Rae. I'm Rae who just might be okay in the end.

Completely different from the before it, the pain, it suffocated me. Ouch! I think to myself as I tense my whole body to hide the pain I feel in my arms, I imagine running my hands over them, but don't, not after what I saw in the mirror earlier this morning. I think about Elias handing me these clothes and how I felt the need to hide, and not wanting to undress in front of him in fear of the sore pain I could feel in my body. So I rushed to the bathroom, once there and sure I was not going to be disturbed, I carefully pride the hoodie off over my head, silently wincing as I do so. There I stood in front of the medium size mirror above the sink, the top half of my naked body reflecting back