The Whispering Willow
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In a quiet village bordering an ancient forest, there is a legend whispered from generation to generation-the legend of the Whispering Willow Tree. It is said that the ancient tree can grant a wish to those who have a heart pure enough to endure the ordeal. Most people dismissed it as a fairy tale to keep children hopeful, but Lina always believed. She had to believe.
Her grandmother was beginning to weaken. The village sorcerer had tried all the potions and spells, but nothing worked. As Lina sat by her grandmother's bedside, listening to the rhythm of her shallow breathing, she knew there was only one thing to do.
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He leans his head back and although she can't see him she can feel his breath on her neck. "I need you to promise me something," he whispers. "Anything," she says, her heart pounds in her throat. "I need you to promise that you won't fight them." He says and she wants to scream at him. She wants to hit him and make him understand that she doesn't want to walk out of this hell hole by herself but she can't tell him no. She nods and fights back tears," I promise." He seems to relax against her," thank you." She moves her head just enough that she can feel his temple against her own," can you promise me something?" "Maybe," he says coughing weakly. "I need you to promise that you're gonna fight. You can't just die, okay?" She says and she can feel her tears slipping out from under her blindfold. He moves, maybe it's the blood loss or maybe it's the fact that he can't stand to see her cry, towards her. As much as his aching body will allow, in the end his twist his body tell it hurts, and captures her lips. She taste like tears. "I promise," he whispers against her lips. Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner x Emily PrentissKumpleto
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Their Melody
She looked away-toward the windows. "I can hear your heart," she said quietly. He wasn't sure how to respond, so he said nothing, and drained his tea, even as it burned his mouth. "When I sleep," she murmured, "I can hear your heart beating through the stone." - A Court of Wings and RuinKumpleto![The Wand-Maker [COMPLETED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/301728217-256-k864443.jpg)
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The Woodsman and The Faery
"Why won't you let me go? I am not yours to keep, and never will be." Those words coming from her pouty lips stung his chest, but it did not waver in his determination. He pulled her wrist, causing her to fall in his embrace and he whispered in her ear softly. "No matter what you are or who you are, I will not let you leave my sight, not even for one second! Your tricks might work with other people, but not me." The tension between them got ten times worse when he felt her shiver underneath his body. Spending most of his life as a woodcutter to make ends meet for his family, Christopher did not expect to be knocking down a faery house in his lifetime since they were supposed to be a myth. The faery isn't too happy about her house being gone, now that her house is in pieces, Christopher has to give her a home until he can find her a new one, where no one will cut it down like he did.Kumpleto
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The spymaster of the Night Court has always been able to hear and feel things others can't and always knows everyone's secrets. His shadows are his obedient servants as he can control them with his shadow singer abilities. One day, he starts to get a strange feeling in his heart, one he has never experienced before. It doesn't help that his emotions have been thrown off ever since Elain accepted her mating bond with Lucien and he can't trust his heart anymore. But when he is given a mission to rescue a mysterious female fae from Tamlin's hands, he begins to trust his heart again...Kumpleto
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The Whispering Woods
Deep within the heart of an ancient forest lies the Whispering Woods, a realm shrouded in mystery and magic. Towering trees stretch endlessly into the mist, their twisted branches entwining to form a natural cathedral where the sunlight dares only to peek through. A soft hum fills the air, a symphony of murmurs and echoes that seem to emanate from the trees themselves. Legends tell of the woods being alive, not with animals or spirits, but with the voices of those who dared to tread its path. Each step deeper into the forest feels like stepping into another world, where time slows and the boundary between the mundane and the mystical blurs. The woods guard their secrets jealously, offering whispers of riddles and truths only to the bravest-or perhaps the most foolish-souls who enter.
He leans his head back and although she can't see him she can feel his breath on her neck. "I need you to promise me something," he whispers. "Anything," she says, her heart pounds in her throat. "I need you to promise that you won't fight them." He says and she wants to scream at him. She wants to hit him and make him understand that she doesn't want to walk out of this hell hole by herself but she can't tell him no. She nods and fights back tears," I promise." He seems to relax against her," thank you." She moves her head just enough that she can feel his temple against her own," can you promise me something?" "Maybe," he says coughing weakly. "I need you to promise that you're gonna fight. You can't just die, okay?" She says and she can feel her tears slipping out from under her blindfold. He moves, maybe it's the blood loss or maybe it's the fact that he can't stand to see her cry, towards her. As much as his aching body will allow, in the end his twist his body tell it hurts, and captures her lips. She taste like tears. "I promise," he whispers against her lips. Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner x Emily Prentiss
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