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.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.
After my family's sinister plots collapsed, they lashed out at me, taking their rage to a violent level. Cornered and desperate, I married Jaxton—the town's most sought-after bachelor—due to an unplanned pregnancy. Love had no part in this marriage; I assumed he married me purely out of responsibility, his heart belonging elsewhere. The moment I chose to let him go and turned to leave, he grabbed me and pinned me down hard. "Jaxton, you promised you'd never touch me!" I snapped, glaring fiercely. His eyes flashed arrogantly as he leaned closer. "You're the one who started this!"