The Reflection of Gravity

The Reflection of Gravity

  • WpView
    Reads 48
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing11m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Mar 10, 2020
WpInfo
Fiction
Action and Thriller
Rested Jupiter deprives from its orbital line, under this circumstances wind scathing explosions at its elpitic suface is oblig5able to its nature. Imagine something perturbed, to now loads of pressure is dripping on the paint. More indistinct to its natue when the wind soldiers clashes swords with the opposing side in a reign of two queens arising fiercful battle, it is so dreadful to a soul it may suffer from a rolercoster ride down the omnious clouds of dark lightning storm.Jonathens eyes full of vigilance, his soul left crying from horrendous wounds. Then and there the Jupiter loses its bounds and traverses throughly orbiting Earth out from it, dropping and withering down to its destruction of existence.The painting holds more profound meaning than what abrupt selfless it lured in, a stellar nurseries.New stars will regain its force and diminish selfless depths of realms in the painting.Take a u-turn back, Jonathen devs a British african guy hot as fuck so assuredly down to hill cute but his state of being exemplary like he collapses in sleep and it is a calm feeling for him, tragic to understand him, more of trapping youself in a traffic on purpose.
(CC) Attrib. NonComm. NoDerivs
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • When In Rome
  • The Mystery Girl
  • Calming  A Racing Heart
  • Trials of A Hero
  • 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 :: 𝗹𝗲𝗼 𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗱𝗲𝘇 {𝟯½}
  • Desert Wind
  • Olympus's Beloved
  • Reality(1 in series) ~Completed~
  • The Rogue King {18+} (Book 2)
  • Trusting Grace

One moment, I'm tracing my bleeding hand over vivid, newly unearthed frescoes of three striking men in a Late Republican villa, their features eerily reminiscent of the fresco I've studied since I was ten: Roman Senator Marcus Valerius, whose family vanished from history in 50 BC. The next, I'm sprawled across a marble floor in ancient Rome, pinned beneath the hard, commanding body of Marcus himself-flesh and blood, pulsing with raw power. And good grief, nothing captured the fire in his piercing stare or the way his touch ignites my traitorous body. But the history books lied. Marcus isn't the last Valerius. He has three brothers, each more dangerously captivating than the last-men I now know match those cryptic frescoes. Lucius, the battle-scarred warrior, whose heated grappling in the training yard leaves me breathless. Flavius, the silver-tongued diplomat, whose calculated caresses in shadowed corridors unravel my resolve. And Rufus, the freedman with knowing eyes, whose gentle touch conceals a hunger that sets my heart racing. Trapped in ancient Rome with no way home, I'm ensnared in a web of desire and deceit. The Valerii brothers want me-each in their own intoxicating way-and resistance feels like a losing battle. Worse, there is a fifth fresco, and it hides a chilling secret that threatens to upend everything I know. Am I a stranger in Rome, or the key to the Valerii family's mysterious erasure from history? With enemies closing in and time itself against me, I must choose: fight for a way back to my world or surrender to a fate that could rewrite the past.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines