Bound by unspoken longing and whispered secrets, Bashira and Zahra steal moments in hidden corners, their touches igniting a fire that scorches tradition. Their shared world of stolen glances and furtive embraces is painted in stolen breaths and the rustle of silken gowns. The truth explodes, bringing accusations and heartbreak.
My father, the king, had always been incredibly affectionate towards my mother and I.
They both used to joke around and play together; I never saw them fight; they were so sweet and loving.
In his chamber, cloaked in the muted lavender of twilight, the king knelt beside his queen, her alabaster hand nestled in his weathered one.
My lovely mother once a beacon of vibrant life, now lay draped in the delicate lace of mortality. Each shallow breath was a whisper of the laughter and light she had.
Their love story, etched in tapestries and whispered across court, was a ballad of two souls intertwined.
He, the warrior king, tempered by her gentle wisdom, she, the bookish princess, emboldened by his unwavering love. Now, the melody threatened to fade, leaving only the mournful echo of memories.
He spoke, his voice hoarse with unshed tears, "Do you remember, my love, the day we met? A riot of spring blossoms and butterflies, and you, lost in a book under an ancient oak."
A faint smile touched her lips, her eyes, once sapphires ablaze with life, dimming slightly. "And you, a knight in muddied armour, tripping over your own shoelace and spilling ink on my sonnet."
Laughter, fragile as spiderwebs, drifted through the air. In the tapestry of their lives, even mishaps were threads woven with love.
He traced the lines on her face, a map of laughter lines and wisdom etched by time. "You built a library within my castle walls, my queen, a haven for dreams and whispers."
"And you, my love," she rasped, her voice a thread bare with emotion, "taught me the language of the wind, the rhythm of the waves, the poetry hidden in every sunrise."
Their fingers intertwined, a silent conversation woven in touch. He spoke of their triumphs and challenges, painting a future where her spirit would echo in their laughter.
As the shadows deepened, a single tear escaped her closed eyelid, tracing a salty path down her cheek. My father, his heart a shattered echo of hers, wiped it away with a whisper, "Sleep, my love.
I broke down in tears as I held her now-cold hands in mine waiting for her to wake up and call me "Bashira".
Screaming and startling her now lifeless body, my father gently carried me away. Everyone mourned the queen's death, we had all lost a valuable treasure.
I never left my chamber, I cried myself to sleep every night, I couldn't eat or speak to anyone my servants started to worry.
I felt as though I have lot the most significant person in my life and she was never coming back to me.
After her passing, my father, the king never remained the same, he changed completely.
Became an all-powerful, terrible king that I could no longer identify as my father.
He lost the ability to smile and laugh, and I became less significant to him because he was more focused on growing stronger and capturing kingdoms and battles.
Lucian's eyes locked onto mine, a mixture of determination and protectiveness shining through. "Hold on tight," he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. And with that, we vanished into the night, leaving behind the world I once knew. In the embrace of twilight, a new chapter of my life began, entwined with fangs and fur, mystery and danger. And suddenly we appeared in a dark house, quite different from the one I saw before. Its ancient façade is adorned with weathered stone and ivy-covered walls that echo tales of forgotten secrets. The moon casts ethereal shadows on the sprawling estate, shrouding it in an air of enigmatic allure.
Val smiled as she looked at Liz, her eyes filled with desire. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to take it.She crawled towards Liz on all fours, her hypnotic tits swaying back and forth with each movement.Liz's heart was racing in her chest as she watched Val approach. She felt a wave of desire wash over her, and she closed her eyes, giving in to the sensation.
Their marriage was nothing but for the benefit of the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride, but the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she was the one he wanted. However, their marriage didn't last for a long because of her indifference. Until the moment he signed the divorce agreement, he finally witnessed her true colors. It turned out that she also took advantage of him. Their divorce was not an end but the start of the real love game.
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.