Viola held a clinging and passionate gaze to Connie. Her eyes were weighted very much with kindling concupiscence. The feeling was distinct and fresh to her. It was remotely inviting that it caused her shivers to rush headlong her chine like there had been an ice cube slid in the back of her shirt - sliding through her skin, thus creating her hair follicles inflate like small rounded islands with hairs stiffened after an electrifying sensation had occurred, feeling the unprecedented frost and chills; and as to how a quick delighted orgasm is described. All that was, in a nicely wrapped bundle, settled solely when her eyes rested for an intimately fixed stare on Connie.
Her vision is now very foggy and close to becoming opaque. With eyes overflowing with tears, Connie took another gulp of her second bottle of Devil Springs Vodka. The bottle is now half empty and she hated the sight of it about to run out because she had none left to spare.‘Maybe buying only two bottles had been a terrible idea. I should’ve bought more
"I-I-I I'm sorry Theo, I didn't mean to just enter without knocking, but I... I had an emergency. Connie puked on me and I badly need to... oh forget it, I'm sorry, I really do."Viola agitatedly remarked. She resented the thought of Connie because of what she did to her.
The man sat with the utmost etiquette and panache. He couldn’t take off his gaze to the woman seated adjacent to him.“It’s really you.”
The musty-sweet smell of decaying leaves lingered in her nose, luring her with its unnatural and bewitching fragrance.Leonore was half awake and half asleep, yet her eyes were closed still. She could hear the smooth rustling of the leaves, however, even with eyes closed, she could distinguish the fresh fallen leaves from the withered and rotten ones.It was the way they were released into the air; the way they were propelled in a dreamy and lackadaisical manner heightened the main difference. The fresh fallen leaves go freely with the air, but the withered leaves were stubborn.Some of them remained tenacious on the ground, adapting already with their decomposing spirit. Some fly a little along with the air trying to make the most of their remaining time before they become part of the soil once again. Yet some create their own motion with the air, refusing to dance following the choreography of the wind, withdrawing themselves into complete harmony with the green leaves, resenting the
Theodore Luis de Vega was the only son of Sally and Jose Manuel. As a child, he had all the wealth and fortune of being the sole heir of their properties. But he was feeling unhappy, for behind the shining and magnetizing prosperity of their clan, lurks a secret of abuse and maltreatment.His father was the former town mayor, and her mother died upon giving birth to him. Theo was born prematurely. He had developed an antisocial personality for being locked up in their mansion. He wasn't permitted to go outside because of his delicate condition. So he spent all of his time growing up roaming around their enormous and luxurious mansion."Manang Luz, can I have a stroll outside please? I'll not reach far off the lawn.""Okay, young master," Manang Luz smiled a dearly smile of old people, "would you be on your wheelchair, or--?""I'll be on my feet, Manang Luz."The boy beamed a rather determined and flamboyant smile. This was for the reason that Theodore's legs couldn't support him so he
The look on her face wasn't certain of what is happening. Like someone who had just been woken up only to find out that the world had self-destructed.Leonore was hardly recollecting pieces of her just earlier after her dream. She does this every time, just to get a grip of reality, and her existence whom she barely knew and felt. Yet, this man would just abruptly show up out of the blue claiming that he knows everything that she's been missing. What is he, an angel? Or a reaper? She doesn't know. But what she only knew was that this man deserves a chance to speak up. After all, she felt a connection between them, even before the guy revealed who he was. "Wait up, you must be mistaken. Sally de Vega doesn't have a grown-up son. She's only pregnant and that will be her first child." "And that is me."The guy plainly remarked with a slight smirk. Leonore narrowed her eyes at the small lift of Theodore's lips. She felt a boiling exasperation in her insides."Don't play games with me, m
There were rapid and swift movements of the people in white uniforms. They exchanged glances of hurry and worry like there had been an emergency of life at stake. But inside this white-walled four-cornered ward, there was more that mattered, there was a heavy amount of hope for someone who'd been asleep for two years.Theodore Luis was now awake after two years of being in a still trance.Everyone was very cautious with their every move. Breaths withheld, mouths shut in silence, eyes fixed on the monitor. Yet there was only one person in the room who had closed eyes and bowed head, whispering soft orations of the Virgin Mary. It was Nana Lucia."Ma'am..."The doctor called after Nana Lucia. He was a tall middle-aged man, with a well-built body yet there was the evident degeneration of his skin. The old lady looked up."...all his vitals are good. Well keep him in a close monitor for any progress. This has to be a miracle ma'am. Theodore had been very brave." Nana Lucia smiled."He wa
The sky was dark. The stars appeared like faint grains of light. They were fogged mostly by the thick rain clouds. The breeze was becoming chilly. Slowly it blows off the wind that would send off goosebumps on anyone that would pass.Little spatters of rain touches Leonore's face. She was woken up by it and felt numb by the so much pain from her back. It felt excruciating. The back of her head was cracked. She tried to move her arm and reached her head. The blood had dried, but there was a portion as she had felt was still bleeding, blood was spurting from a little hole made along with the crack.Leonore tried to put pressure on her palm to the hole. It was very agonizing. She felt nauseous and dizzy with the sensation. Her tears added mist to her eyesight causing her vision to get blurry.She tried to picture out her position. She was lying down, head on the gutter. The only way for her to stand up is to bend her body upwards.She made a try of it, but she screamed for pain. Her back
The man sat with the utmost etiquette and panache. He couldn’t take off his gaze to the woman seated adjacent to him.“It’s really you.”
"I-I-I I'm sorry Theo, I didn't mean to just enter without knocking, but I... I had an emergency. Connie puked on me and I badly need to... oh forget it, I'm sorry, I really do."Viola agitatedly remarked. She resented the thought of Connie because of what she did to her.
Her vision is now very foggy and close to becoming opaque. With eyes overflowing with tears, Connie took another gulp of her second bottle of Devil Springs Vodka. The bottle is now half empty and she hated the sight of it about to run out because she had none left to spare.‘Maybe buying only two bottles had been a terrible idea. I should’ve bought more
Viola held a clinging and passionate gaze to Connie. Her eyes were weighted very much with kindling concupiscence. The feeling was distinct and fresh to her. It was remotely inviting that it caused her shivers to rush headlong her chine like there had been an ice cube slid in the back of her shirt - sliding through her skin, thus creating her hair follicles inflate like small rounded islands with hairs stiffened after an electrifying sensation had occurred, feeling the unprecedented frost and chills; and as to how a quick delighted orgasm is described. All that was, in a nicely wrapped bundle, settled solely when her eyes rested for an intimately fixed stare on Connie.
“Vi! Wait up!”She gasped for breath upon she had finally reached for Viola’s arms.
Connie knew that would be the day that Alexandra will be discharged from the hospital. She was certain that the young lady would recover easily because she had a natural sturdy and go-getter attitude.Alexandra wasn’t her real niece. They weren’t on the same bloodline, either. The truth is, the young woman was the daughter of someone so dear to her, someone she
“Do you think it’ll be fine if I’ll leave it here for the meantime?”Leonore looked up at Sally as she was unloading herself with the piles of mattress sheets that were a variety of texture and fabric. Sally placed the mattresses with such gentleness that can only be found in women who are trained to be prim and proper or women who were bestowed wit
Sally held a clinging and warm gaze to Leonore. Her eyes were weighted very much with igniting passion. The feeling was new to her, so foreign that it brought her a tingling sensation to run down her spine, like there had been an ice cube slid in the back of her shirt - sliding through her epidermis, thus creating her hair follicles swell like small rounded islands with stiffened hairs rooted on top, feeling the unprecedented frost and chills; and as to how a quick delighted orgasm is described. All that was, in a nicely wrapped package, settled solely when her eyes rested for an intimate and passionate gaze on Leonore.She was feeling the same weight as Sally had. Perhaps, hers was way more explicit and undeniably liberating. Leonore knew, yet she had long accepted the truth that she had this attraction for women way greater than men. This thing that she had long locked up in a trunk, chained deep in her unconsciousness, just for the sake to conform with society's norms - th
Her eyes were uncontrollably polluted with confusion and fogged suddenly of a large and thick mist not coming from tears in her eyes but rather of a fainting consciousness. Alexandra blinked hardly, battling to gain still her sensibility.Darkness gradually crept into her vision. But she combatted not to give in. With dimmed eyes, Alexandra turned to look at Mother Superio