An almost impossible passion is a theme that has inspired poets, writers, and dreamers throughout history. It's an intense feeling that arises when we find ourselves deeply attracted to someone or something that, for various reasons, seems to be beyond our reach. This passion is often characterized by a mixture of emotions, including desire, hope, challenge, and often, frustration.The challenge of an almost impossible passion often lies in practical, social, cultural, or personal obstacles that make it difficult or even prohibitive to pursue or attain the object of our affection. This can occur, for example, when we fall for someone who lives a great distance away, belongs to a different social group, or is in a relationship with someone else. These obstacles can turn the passion into a complex emotional dilemma, leaving us torn between what we want and what seems possible.An almost impossible passion is also often fueled by the intensity of the feeling, as the prohibition or inacce
- No. I want to dance for you. Sit down. I pushed him across his chest until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes boring into me with interest.Meticulously following the plan, I went to the stereo and tuned in to the only radio station in town, where college country music was playing. It was not ideal for the purpose, but it was what I had. Then, to the melancholy sound of the sertaneja duo, I began to move sensually around the room, dancing and insinuating myself. But that was not enough, I needed to capture his full attention, distract him from everything else. So I started taking off my clothes, slowly, one piece at a time, as I watched the malice come to life in the gleam in her eyes."Even with that puffy belly, you are pretty hot," William said.I was only in my bra and panties, two simple black pieces, and I still had not had the opportunity I needed. If he did not act fast, it might be too late.With my thoughts in mind, I took my glass from the bedside table, next
ATHOS- What the fuck! How do you manage to lose two teenagers in a city this size?! I snapped, the bouncer on the other end of the line.She was at home taking care of business when he called to say the two girls had managed to get out of his sight after walking into a children's clothing store in SaintClair City. They were just amateurs, unprofessional, to be fooled by two teenage girls. Who did I have to kill to hire a professional worth the money I spent?" That's not all, sir ," he continued, his voice taking on a gravity that put me on edge. - We went to the hotel where William is staying and the receptionist confirmed that the two were there and went to his room.Suddenly I could not feel my legs anymore and I collapsed into an armchair. My body paralyzed, a profusion of incomprehensible feelings bombarded me devastatingly. I could not believe that Rylee had given herself to that lunatic, and what was worse: in exchange for the evidence that would exonerate me. She wouldn't be
"Damn it, man!" You do not need that! Michel complained and I did not even look at him."And if he complains again, castrate him before you leave him." I turned back to Selena. — Pay close attention because I am only going to say this once: go back to approaching Ryleea , or even look at her the wrong way and being left naked in the middle of the woods, without water and without food, will seem fun compared to what I am going to do to you.Having said that, I went to the room where Rylee was . With my chest in anguish, seeing her in that state, being once again humiliated and mistreated by her damn mother, I wrapped her comfortably in a thick sheet, hiding her semi-nude, and carried her in my arms to the car. I carefully laid her down on the backseat and drove to the hospital.There was not a doctor in Belize that I knew that I could trust, but I needed her seen as quickly as possible, so I looked for a private practice that looked halfway decent and took her. Once again, money dictat
“It is not pretense. Never was. She looked at me in surprise. - Not for me. There is something between us. You are the most special person I have ever met.Rylee studied me silently for a moment, as if probing the veracity of my words.“So special that, at the first opportunity, you treat me with the same judgment that the people of this damned town have treated me my whole life.I tried to take her hand with mine, but Rylee pulled it away, sharply.“I want to apologize to you for that. I shouldn't have thought you'd sleep with that guy. The truth is, I was mad with jealousy when the security guard told me you'd met him at the hotel, hinting at what you were doing there.“And because I am the daughter of a woman like my mother, you did not even give me a chance to doubt it.“This has nothing to do with your being that woman's daughter. You evaded security to go to his hotel, what do you want me to think?She huffed, still irritated but softened.“You should have listened to me when I
- What it was? — answered." There is someone here wanting to see you." Silvana Brandao.I was surprised to hear my half-sister's name. It had been weeks since we last spoke. Obviously, she already knew that we were brothers and my conscience weighed on me for not having sought her out to talk about this matter. I could imagine how she was feeling about all of this."You can let it in." Tell him to wait in the hall. I'll be down shortly.“ Yes, sir.With that, we ended the call.- Who was? Rylee asked lazily, her eyes closed.— Silvana came to talk to me.She opened her eyes."You still haven't talked since she found out you are brothers, have you?"- No. But if she's waited until now, she can wait a little longer. At least while I give my wife a bath. Come here.Rylee gave me the prettiest, most mischievous of smiles as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bathroom.**After making me come one more time in the bathroom, under the jets of warm water from the shower, Atho
I took a large suitcase, threw it open on the bed and started to fill it with beach clothes, mine and Athos 's . His options were few, just a few rare shorts and T-shirts that were in the closet, but mine were many, the pieces that Marina and I bought for our trip to Australia. I could not wait to use them, to fulfill my dream of finally discovering the sea. I could bet that Marina would love the idea and would certainly come with us.I was engaged in the task when she came into the room, still drowsy from having just gotten up. Now she occupied one of the guest rooms on the second floor, and it had been weeks since she had done the housework around the house, although she continued to receive the salary that Athos did not mind paying, glad I had her for company."What are the bags for?" Will you run away without me? - she asked, lying casually on the bed, while my face turned red with the memory of everything that Athos and I did in that same bed.“ Shhh …do not mention our escape he
Gently, Athos pulled out one of the chairs for me to sit in and then sat down in the other. As we helped ourselves to the plate, which I was not even sure what it was – it looked like some kind of fish stew, with a few crab legs as a garnish – I wondered how many women he'd already brought there, how much fancier they certainly were. than me, with sophisticated manners, very different from my clumsy country girl way.- You come here often? — I asked, after taking the first mouthful of food, enjoying the almost too spicy taste.“Not as much as I would like."Have I brought many women to this place?"“Not as many as you might imagine.I would bet the receptionist who greeted us was one of the ones who'd already been there with him.— When you went to SaintClair City, did not you have anyone in São Paulo? Like a girlfriend?Athos smiled, as if amused by the question.- No.“It seems impossible to imagine a man like you not having a relationship, or several.I do not believe in this relat
ATHOSThe Christmas House was wrapped in a magical and welcoming atmosphere. Lights twinkled on the facade, creating a dazzling sight that could be seen from afar. A grand decorative arch, made of pine, golden ornaments, and red ribbons, adorned the entrance of the house, inviting everyone to come in and celebrate the festivity.Inside, the main living room was the epicenter of the celebration. A majestic Christmas tree stood in the center, decorated with a profusion of sparkling ornaments, from colorful balls to handmade decorations. Twinkling lights filled the tree, casting a soft and festive glow throughout the room.The fireplace crackled, emanating warmth and a comforting scent of burning wood. A plush, soft rug lay in front of the fireplace, inviting people to gather around and share stories and laughter. The furniture was adorned with red covers and pillows featuring Christmas motifs, creating a cozy atmosphere.The dining table was elegantly set, with red and white tablecloths
Five years later...RYLEELove, family, and a happy ending are elements that often intertwine in the stories of people's lives, creating a framework of contentment, affection, and fulfillment. This triad represents an essential part of the fabric of human relationships and is a shared goal for many.Love is the foundation that sustains the family, and, in turn, the family is where love finds a home. Love is a deep bond that can take various forms, whether between parents and children, siblings, spouses or partners, and even close friends. This feeling is the driving force that connects people, offering support, understanding, and unconditional affection.The family, in turn, is the intimate circle where love flourishes. It is the place where memories are created, where traditions are shared, and where life's challenges are faced together. The family is the sanctuary where individuals find security and a sense of belonging. It can be formed in various ways, including blood ties or conn
Forgiveness is an act of generosity and strength, but it can also be one of the most challenging tasks a human can undertake. Forgiveness involves letting go of resentments and negative feelings toward someone who has hurt us, and this is not something that can be done superficially or automatically. Instead, it is a deep and complex emotional process that requires time, understanding, and self-transformation.One of the reasons forgiveness is so difficult is the weight of the emotions we carry. When we are hurt, it is natural to feel anger, pain, sadness, and even a desire for revenge. These feelings are powerful and often keep us tied to the traumatic event. Setting aside these emotions and making room for forgiveness requires significant effort.Furthermore, forgiveness does not necessarily mean forgetting or excusing the actions that caused the pain. It is possible to forgive someone while still acknowledging the gravity of what was done. This can be a dilemma because it may seem
I let Marina convince me that going out and having fun was the best way to get Athos out of my head. So, for the next few days, she would drag me wherever there was something interesting to do. Because of the pregnancy, we always went out during the day and I never drank alcohol. We went to the shopping center in Belize a lot, but also to a recreational club there, where we enjoyed playing sports and swimming in the waterslide. From time to time we camped and practiced other outdoor activities, such as fishing and picnics. The options weren't many. Young people in the city used to have fun in bars and clubs, but I could not sleep or drink.Matheus was always with us and from time to time Fernando showed up too. Marina's idea was that I would get to know Fernando better and end up getting involved with him, but the boy was unlucky. Almost every time we arranged to meet, something happened and he could not go. When it was not his car in trouble, it was someone in his family in trouble,
"We are not criminals who need to be sought out by the police!" I snapped, watching him with my peripheral vision.I entered the house fast as lightning and up the stairs as quickly as possible, seeking refuge in my room, but he was on my heels, following close behind, glaring at me with a face contorted with a frightening rage.I was really screwed!- It is not about this! You know that your mother still poses a great risk to this child and to you! You can't go out there without security protection!“I was not without protection. There were two adult men with us. They weren't going to let my mother get close.I entered the room in a hurry and tried to close the door from the inside, but Athos was too close and ended up getting inside.Damn it!"And who were these men?" Who was that kid you were making out with? he yelled this time, stoking the rage inside me.My nerves on edge, I turned to face him. Looking directly into his face, I felt a thud inside, a mixture of passion and longin
After examining me, he discharged me and I went back to Athos 's house , accommodated in the back seat of the car with Marina, while he drove it. Arriving there, that scoundrel had the audacity to take me in his arms and start carrying me up the stairs, in order to prevent me from going up alone."Would you please put me down?" I am not an invalid who can't get around on her own! I roared, pummeling his chest with my clenched fists, struggling in a feeble attempt to break free."Will you stop hitting me?" I am so much stronger, it is useless to try to break free.Defeated, I crossed my arms over my chest and turned my face away as I let the rascal take me."I am disgusted with you," I muttered through clenched teeth, not looking her in the face.“You hate me and I understand. Disgust is something else.- Everything that is bad, is what I feel for you.— Be careful that all this radiation does not affect the baby.The fact that he did not get upset, like he did not care how I felt, onl
The feeling of being betrayed is one of the most painful experiences one can go through. It's a blow to the heart that shatters trust and leaves deep emotional scars. Betrayal is like a shadow that looms over a relationship, leaving a sense of deceit and helplessness.Betrayal can take various forms, whether in the context of a romantic relationship, friendship, work, or family. Regardless of the context, the feeling of being betrayed is overwhelming. It triggers a whirlwind of emotions, including anger, pain, distrust, and sadness.The sense of betrayal is often accompanied by questioning one's trust in people and their ability to judge the character of others. The victim of betrayal may feel helpless, as if they have been thrown into an abyss of uncertainty and disappointment.Overcoming the feeling of betrayal is a lengthy and arduous process. It requires forgiveness, both for the person who betrayed and for oneself. It also involves rebuilding trust, which is a complex challenge.
“No, Rylee . What I want is for you not to run away with my son!”- I do not need it, thank you. I am fine. Just leave me alone.Clearly disappointed, she swept her gaze across the table, as if suspiciously checking to see if I was really involved with the work, or just avoiding her.- Clear. Sorry to bother.With that said, she left the office, head down, while I continued to sit behind the desk, overcome by that myriad of love and hate that burned in my veins, threatening to drive me crazy.I never left the office that night. After a few shots of whiskey, I ended up falling asleep right there, in an armchair, which made me wake up the next morning with a bad backache. Upon realizing that I was awakened by the insistent ringing of the cell phone, I answered the call, still sleepy. It was from the hospital, a nurse calling to say that Arnaldo had woken up, a miracle, according to her. In my opinion it was just the confirmation of that saying that a bad vase does not break.I analyzed
When the ambulance arrived, I was still in shock but a little calmer. Hastily, two nurses put Arnaldo on a stretcher and carried him towards the vehicle. For some unknown reason, I wanted to go with him, back there, with the security guards following us in another car. Ryleea also wanted to accompany us, but I asked her to stay at home, as the hospital where her mother had worked for several years was not a safe environment.At the hospital, I waited in a room for several hours until the only doctor in town came to see me.— Are you Arnaldo Brandao's companion? he asked, as if he did not know that I was the man's son and the only relative outside of jail.- Yes. How is he?- Not good. I managed to extract the bullet, but I am not a neurosurgeon. I won't know the extent of the damage done until after he wakes up. That if you wake up.I could put that damned old man in the helicopter and take him to a renowned neurosurgeon in São Paulo, if only to assuage my guilt in the slightest."Is