Mei Mizushi の小説・ストーリー

Aramina smiled and followed the arrow’s directives as it led her to the sea shore, there, at the center of the gently flowing water well decorated with flowers and candles, was a well –lit yacht. She could see Zach standing and waiting patiently for her to come on board. Immediately she climbed up, Zach pulled her to him and kissed her forehead before leading her to her seat. On the table were covered dishes and at the centre is a meat being grilled. Then a waiter entered and opened the dishes. It is a meat kibab as well. The waiter also opened the bottle of champagne that was on the table and poured it into their wine glasses. Zach looked at her and shook his head, she looked so beautiful w

He took out a note pad and a pen from his briefcase, opened to a fresh page and wrote: Sitting on my cruise ship head up, eyes closed. Relishing the sea-breeze and the secret sound it makes Suddenly, a fleeting agitation A silent ministration, how can I refuse? Standing on my cruise ship head forward, our eyes locked. Even under the heaven I couldn’t be selfish to breathe, No compulsion, no discussion Oh, how she takes my breath away. Dancing on our cruise ship, together, our body entwined The soul journey through the terrible depths Time argues my patience with no hesitation Yet, words always have it way.

Maria stared in astonishment at how mesmerising his eyes were and the mole—he had a mole on his nose. Something about it felt awfully familiar. Does she know this person?

Her tough exterior was all that was known to most of the people she met, Ima and the other house helps however, knew what she really was like, or what she used to be. After a small talk with Ima she concluded by saying; "I'll be on my way now". Ima nodded. "Take care, Miss". She said. Sayya nodded and walked away. On stepping outside the cool night's breeze blew against her, caressing her face ever say softly, the moon glowed brightly illuminating the sleek jet black Mercedes waiting for her to unlock it and get in, it's headlights flashed as she pressed the button of her key to unlock her beloved Raven, she closed the distance between them soon enough and got in, the ignition started with a

Remember to send a picture. Byee. Emma.

I groaned as I looked around, trying to determine if I recognized it. Of course, I have no fucking clue where I am. I gripped the handle tighter, taking a defensive stance as a ring of fire surrounded the clearing, trapping me in the middle. “Oh, have I reached the boss level?” I questioned. “SHOW YOURSELF, SHIT WITCH!” I shouted. “That is not my name.” Shit Witch scoffed as the flames parted. “I am Melania, the most powerful witch in the world.” She did a cringy hair flip as she boasted.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

It was the first genuine, happy laugh I'd made after enduring all that suffering. He stopped and stared at my smiling face before lowering his head to capture my lips in a deep, searing kiss. This kiss held no punishment or domination. Instead, it was filled only with the preciousness of something lost and regained, and a love that ran bone-deep. One month later, we held a small wedding by the sea. There were no guests, no fanfare—just the two of us, witnessed by the vast blue sea and sky. Damien slipped a ring onto my finger. It wasn't a diamond, but one he had painstakingly crafted himself from a seashell, shaped exactly to my taste.

For a long time, Yusuf hugged me, then looked at me, kissed my lips briefly then alternated with my forehead. Gosh, my legs go limp like jelly. Damn, maybe I'm being lazy. But no, it feels like you're opening up the pay raise announcement results. It's like getting a door prize. If you have never experienced it, it means you are single woman. Or people who have never been lucky to get door prizes at raffle events. By Neptune (god of water and sea) sibling of Jupiter and Pluto. It felt like my legs really wouldn't be able to stand up anymore.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.