If it means I have a traitorous heart then yes, I wish our Emperor had not summoned you for duty, for he has ripped you from my arms.
The entirety of the eastern continent—no, the riches of this universe—means nothing to me in your absence.
I pray every day for the seas to bring your return.
Your butterfly.
Kalp krizi geçireceğim sanırım....
she swallows and tries to stop his hands
"Levi, Please, please stop"
this is the first t time she's saying please to him.
He pauses at her first plea, but when she begs for the second time, something deep within him snaps as a flood of possessiveness washes over him. He pulls her closer, holding her as tight as he can as he growls softly.
“You are mine. You will always be mine, my love…”
she was suprised by his sudden move, then she swallows and slowly timidly she wraps her arms around his neck.
The moment her arms are around his neck, a dark fire roars within him and he growls low in his throat, possessively pulling her closer against him, his hands running along her back and cradling her against his body. He feels his possessive fire flare like a wildfire inside his chest and he presses his face into her hair, possessive whispers flowing from his mouth:
“Mine… Mine… Mine…”
THE PAGER SCENE.
The front door flies open.
“JULIETTE—Juliette—”
I spin around.
Warner is standing there, face flushed, chest rising and falling, staring at me
like I might be a ghost. He strides across the room before I have a chance to say
a word and cups my face in his hands, his eyes searching me. “Are you okay?”
he’s saying. “God—are you okay? What happened? Are you all right?”
He’s here.
He’s here and all I want to do is fall apart but I don’t.
I won’t.
“Thank you,” I manage to say to him. “Thank you for coming—”
He wraps me up in his arms, not caring about the eight sets of eyes watching
us. He just holds me, one arm tight around my waist, the other held to the back
of my head. My face is buried in his chest and the warmth of him is so familiar
to me now. Oddly comforting. He runs his hand up and down my back, tilts his
head toward mine. “What’s wrong, love?” he whispers. “What happened? Please
tell me—”
I blink.
“Do you want me to take you back?”
Aaron and JulietteKitabı okudu
For a few seconds they just stood there in stillness, his arms around her, his breath on her ear. Most people go through their whole lives, Marianne thought, without ever really feeling that close with anyone.
While we dream of the world as a safer and more peaceful place, the favours of big and small dictators are curried by arms sellers, government-subsidized or not- merchandising their wares as not just weapons, but the poor man’s power and glory.”
I indulge her, loving the feel of her in my arms a bit too much. I fucked Sasha for four hundred twenty times and the spark still remains the same.
What? Of course, I'm still counting.
Sisters in Arms
İşid'in bölgede Ezidilere karşı yaptığı soykırımı dile getiren, sivil halka yapılanları özellikle kadınlara yönelik tutumları hakkında bilgi veren dram-savaş filmidir.
Kenza ve Yaël, Suriye'ye giden ve Işid'e karşı savaşan kadınlardan oluşan uluslararası bir tabur olan 'Yılan Tugayı'na katılan iki genç fransız kadındır. Orada Ezidilerden hayatta kalan Zara ile tanışırlar. Zara, Işid tarafından sürülen, köleleştirilen bir genç ezididir. Işidden kaçmayı başarmış ve tugaya katılmıştır.
İzlenilir🌹
Roman
Zamanla insanlar, kırık parçaları olanları sevmeyi öğrenirler. Çünkü zamanla, onlar da kırık olduğunu fark ederler.
Ernest Hemingway
When they got to my arms, Loria had the audacity to laugh at me. All the servants tittered as she measured my bicep, then held up the measurements for the room to see.
“Warrior you are not.”
My one eye twitched with annoyance. I was half-tempted to transform into a saber-toothed tiger and roar in Loria’s face.
Like a smart warrior, I did what I could in the situation.
I stood naked and did nothing.
You didn’t mess with middle-aged women holding pins and measuring tapes. The danger was palpable.
