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Eutopia (First version)

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Parts 29
Time 7h 35m

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'You knew, all this time, you knew and you never told me.'
'Yes,' he bowed his dark head, black hair dishevelled as it fell into his eyes that were beginning to shed their own tears. 'I wanted to protect you. I thought if you never knew then this could never happen. I'm so sorry, please forgive me?'
'There's nothing to forgive,' came her answer, fainter than before. They both knew she had only moments, Jinn could feel the warm stickiness of her blood soaking through the bunched up fabric he pressed tighter still to her wounded stomach, carefully trying to avoid pushing the knife in even further though almost hoping he could force the blood back in through sheer will. The girl's fingers twitched and he lowered his head, sheltering her fading gaze from the prying eyes of the few that remained to bear witness. His closer proximity allowed her to brush her cold fingers over his cheek, smearing her blood upon his smooth flesh. 
'Don't be afraid, don't be afraid,' he murmured softly, a lovers caress for her ears only as he could feel the slowing of her heart, beat by beat. He pressed his face to hers, cheek against cheek in an attempt to warm her skin with his own. His lips brushed hers, catching her ragged and shallow breath.
'I'm not afraid,' she whispered, the determined tone affected by her seeping strength.
'I will wait for you, I swear. I'll meet you again in a good place,' he said and caught her smile with his lips, his black eyes open as he kissed her for the last time so that he caught the exact moment when her life-spark fluttered out and his heart shattered in a way he never knew it could.All Rights Reserved

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Echoes of time. by Thorumwlw

Her hands couldn't help but crawl sheepishly on her waist-fingers melting into the grave curves of her smooth body. Silver orbs glinted quietly, tracing over her lips weakly, then slyly shifting up to her eyes. "You've never been with someone before?" Out of bravery-stupid courage to fueled her lips to twitch into a low grin, blonde eyebrows twisted together, arched questioningly. Still, the soft tremble of her fingers was enough of a tell that she was lying. "I have." Deciding that two can tail at this tender game, her pale hands fell down her own body-tightly gripping hers, lacing their fingers together, pulling them lower-noticing the light widen of those eyes-an amused smirk growing painfully slow on her lips. "You're a terrible liar." She sweetly called out, voice soft as a lullaby. "But since we're getting brave, I'll go easy with you." Her white eyebrows arched lightly. "Wouldn't want to blow your courage out, would I?" Her stomach twisted, butterflies swinging wildly in her gut, crushing her walls, swirling into her body-making their way up to her face, resting their wings on soft petals-turning her cheeks red as roses. A fragile, precious whine tugged out from her lips-her mind overwhelmed by the way her long fingers were dipped into that waist, fitting as a glove, as if they were made to hold onto that delicate curve. Then again, those vivid, empty silver eyes watched her so intensely, burning with their natural coldness-tearing her soul apart bit by bit, fire screaming under those pale hands-carefully placed over hers, pressing her fingers tighter into her skin. "It's alright." Her velvety voice murmured, raising herself up in one single second-using her inhumane speed, a pair of cold, sly lips tugged close to her ear. She felt them curl terribly slowly into a strong smirk-moistness rubbing with her own skin as they pressed against her inner lobe. "You can touch me everywhere your precious courage allows you to."

Becoming "Forever Yours" by RemMonroe

Two girls. One heart. A tale of an unusual love. A story some of us need to hear. ~ "I like you. I don't care how uncomfortable that makes anybody. And I damn sure ain't letting anyone dictate if I can or can't talk to you." She brought my hands closer up, I could feel her cool breath against my knuckles. "Or if I can or can't be around you." "Why.. do you care so much?" I couldn't be angry anymore, not at her. Not with how she was looking at me right now. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't." She pulled me into her, the smell of her leather jacket now more heady and thrilling as ever. She's going to kiss me.. She's.. she's really going to do it.. My eyes started to flutter close, head tilting in a fashion that allowed me to see what was coming just before I closed them completely. Awe shit. I backed away. "Turn around.." My chest tightened. "..And there's your reason."

Bite marks by bex101118

I struggled and lashed out at him hoping to cause some, any damage at all that might allow me to escape, instead his grip tightened and a whimper escaped without my consent. His touch burned, or at least I imagined it burning, sizzling my skin until it was burnt to a crisp. He clawed down the back of my dress, shredding the lace fabric to bits as if it was paper, it floated to the ground like confetti, I looked at it in disgust, as if it was celebrating my exposure. The cold air of the store room nipped at my bare back, contrasting between the burning fire his touch inflicted. I felt sick. He was now shoving himself closer to me until it was impossible for me to move. I could hardly even breath. I was seeing red and I couldn't even do anything. I felt so helpless. Tears welled up in my eyes and they threatened to spill. I shut them tight wishing I had just stayed at home. Suddenly the pressure released. I could breath. Once again I was shocked and didn't know what was happening until I opened my eyes and saw the rogue getting up and looking to my right. I hadn't even noticed the large figure standing protectively next to me and so I was staggering away from him too. Power radiated from him making me feel safe and scared at the same time.

Daughters of Hecate: Impure Blood. by SChaves45

Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

The Scent Of Deceit by zobeenie19

"You will pay for your crimes," she whispered "For all the sins you've committed, I" she gasped as his fingers traced her lower spine, sending a shiver up her body. "I will make you pay. I will tell everyone that you are a murderer." With torturous slowness, his nose grazed the length of her neck, lips hovering just near, touching yet not quite. "For that..." he murmured, his breath a ghost against her skin, "you'd have to stay alive." His lips pressed a single, lingering kiss above her collarbone, as she arched her neck back "I might kill you," he mused, eyes locking with hers in the mirror-dark, unreadable. A tear slipped down her cheek. "before you even take a step out of this room." °~°~°~°~°~° Where will the battle for justice lead when a girl turns the lives of two brothers into a storm of chaos? One loves her enough to lay down his life for her... The other hates her enough to take it.

Is it too late to say Sorry? - 1 ✓ by iambellissima_nishaz

"The fuck you are leaving me." He snapped and growled at his mate. She was calm as she was ever be regardless of his snapping. She sighed and turned around to leave without saying something to him because it was worthless. There was no point in talking and especially to him. He grabbed her arm before she put one step. "Where do you think you are going Ara?" He growled so loudly as everyone shuddered watching their interaction. She quickly remove his hand as anger rolling off of her in waves. "Don't. Touch. Me. So you think I will live here and watch you mate and breed that female." She snapped at him. "She meant nothing Ara." He said after a minute. She laughed, literally laughed but without any humor. "That's why you were fucking her in your office just a minutes before, don't you?" "It was a mistake." He tried to reason with her. "But in your case mistakes happened in more than one time. And they said mistakes happened only one time." She said sarcastically. "I don't need her. I need you." He said again desperately. "Lies. All lies coming from your mouth. I feel disgusted just by looking at you, let alone talking to you. And you said you need me? Ha. Very funny. You don't need me and I sure as hell don't need you. This female behind your back is more enough than me. Breed her, mark her or fuck her. I DON'T FUCKING CARE." "I am sorry. I am really fucking sorry." He said brokenly as kneeling on the ground. A small laugh escaped from her lips. "Isn't it too late for that mate?" And she left just like that while single tear rolled down her cheeks. He had made mistakes. Mistakes that will cost him everything. He knew he had lost her and this time completely. She was broken. Again. He did break her, repair her just to break her again leaving a broken shattered woman but strong willed. ---------------------------------------------------- The cruel, sadistic Rogue Alpha and his caring, lovable Witch mate. Will it be too late for him to say sorry?

The devil's mission by chiomanita

#1 spiritual powers 30/08/22 "......your soul? It's beautiful, unlike the ones I have seen here, it's quite unique" "But surrounded by dark mists, you see if you ask me I think it's really dark inside and it's gradually dying" he replied still looking straight lost in his thoughts as the moon rays continued to embrace his face. For a moment they both said nothing. It looked late, everywhere was cloudy and a gigantic moon covered half of the sky. Everywhere looked empty, dry, imaginary. They were both seated on a bench, One was dashingly handsome with nice features but still looked ordinary. Humanly. But the other one was different, with gigantic white wings covering her back, Beautiful? yes, amazingly beautiful, with her long red hair and beautiful long red gown. But possessed a very powerful dark Aura. "Let me save you" She faced him this time, no longer in her thoughts holding his rough hands gently. "Running to a pretty demon for help.... ehhh I'm not sure about that" he replied jokingly as he couldn't help but caress her soft cheeks. "I don't know if you are here to save me or destroy me, but I will trust you" "I'm not sure about that too Alex, but let's give it a try" He nodded then disappeared into thin air. "Trust?" She couldn't help but mumble to herself, as tears could be seen slowly sliding down her cheeks, And her wings gradually changing to its original color, Black. Then he woke up. It was just a dream. #1 spiritual powers 30/08/22.

The Story of the Vampire, L (Completed | Featured ) by SharpWhiteTeeth

He looked over at me in the dimness, fingers loose in my grip. "You are hurting me," he said, without interest. He had caked powder on his already pale skin, all of one shade except for points made by a hot pencil. Though it was no longer the mode at court, the new fashion more ostentatious and overdrawn, he still favored it, and as I did. My fingers crept up his wrist. I felt rough punctures, half healed and raw, a scattering of them, and I pulled. Laurent could not resist, weakened by the drawing of his blood. My vocal cords had been severed by the younger one's teeth, and so I could not speak, but I pushed up his sleeve, the luxury of his white linen, and found his arm colored like a polluted river. I touched the bites with my fingertips, ten, fifteen, twenty. "I have felt your judgment already," L whispered, trying to pull his arm back, "I have felt it these now two hundred years. Judgment judgment. Cry not. Is it pity? You are a cold thing, without heart, to judge me for what I do. Prideful toad." His arm muscles worked against my grip beneath his blood bruised skin. "Unhand me. Wretched, lye-broken flesh." After a time, he made a sound like a trapped fox, a dying child's keen, and gave up, lying back on the bed such that his hair fell across my face. My other hand found his neck and stroked him. "You will not know what it feels like, good heart," he said to me, softly, doing me one of his gentle nips of an insult, "for love to change you in an instant." He relaxed under my stroking, and his tone softened. "I only meant to help him die." ** After his untimely death, the story of the vampire "L" comes together. Devotees tell the story from many points of view across history, painting a portrait of a man crushed by great loves, desperation, and the indifferent march of time. featured 3/9/16 complete 8/31/16 Editing, as of 5/11/2018. Log: 0/129 chapters edited. 0 added. Cover by @ferret-bird

Burn Again by TigereyesF

Thranduil has been having the same dream for three hundred years - dark blue eyes. A chance attack on one of the villages in his realm puts him in front of the face behind those eyes, and he panics. Untold to anyone, he has fallen in love with those eyes over the centuries, but feels he can't act on his feelings because of his deceased wife. Instead, he treats the elleth in question with contempt and is rude and mean to her. She too has a secret. The prophecy passed on by her dying mother states that she will have a strong magic awakened only when she has truly bonded with her soul mate. What happens when she discovers that the soulmate in question is none other than the arrogant, cold-hearted elf King? Will she be able to thaw his chilled heart enough for him to let her in? Or will he keep his mask of indifference firmly in place and remove her once and for all? Elu - Sindarin for blue - battles for her place in the world and in Thranduil's as he does everything he can to push her away. Will he give in and realise that he needs his little Bluebird? Will he give in and let love Burn Again?

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Echoes of time.

Her hands couldn't help but crawl sheepishly on her waist-fingers melting into the grave curves of her smooth body. Silver orbs glinted quietly, tracing over her lips weakly, then slyly shifting up to her eyes. "You've never been with someone before?" Out of bravery-stupid courage to fueled her lips to twitch into a low grin, blonde eyebrows twisted together, arched questioningly. Still, the soft tremble of her fingers was enough of a tell that she was lying. "I have." Deciding that two can tail at this tender game, her pale hands fell down her own body-tightly gripping hers, lacing their fingers together, pulling them lower-noticing the light widen of those eyes-an amused smirk growing painfully slow on her lips. "You're a terrible liar." She sweetly called out, voice soft as a lullaby. "But since we're getting brave, I'll go easy with you." Her white eyebrows arched lightly. "Wouldn't want to blow your courage out, would I?" Her stomach twisted, butterflies swinging wildly in her gut, crushing her walls, swirling into her body-making their way up to her face, resting their wings on soft petals-turning her cheeks red as roses. A fragile, precious whine tugged out from her lips-her mind overwhelmed by the way her long fingers were dipped into that waist, fitting as a glove, as if they were made to hold onto that delicate curve. Then again, those vivid, empty silver eyes watched her so intensely, burning with their natural coldness-tearing her soul apart bit by bit, fire screaming under those pale hands-carefully placed over hers, pressing her fingers tighter into her skin. "It's alright." Her velvety voice murmured, raising herself up in one single second-using her inhumane speed, a pair of cold, sly lips tugged close to her ear. She felt them curl terribly slowly into a strong smirk-moistness rubbing with her own skin as they pressed against her inner lobe. "You can touch me everywhere your precious courage allows you to."