romance

romance

Once ye made up yer mind to do somethin', 'tis better t'stumble o'er the small hillock of jump-ahead than t'bash yer head on the jagged rocks of did-nothing.Old Woman Nora of Loch Lomand to her three wee granddaughtersone cold evening

Once ye made up yer mind to do somethin', 'tis better t'stumble o'er the small hillock of jump-ahead than t'bash yer head on the jagged rocks of did-nothing.Old Woman Nora of Loch Lomand to her three wee granddaughtersone cold evening

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Holy fu-" he starts then catches himself."Yes,this tithe will be most pleasing to her Goodness." Me and Magnus exchange amused glances.

Holy fu-" he starts then catches himself."Yes,this tithe will be most pleasing to her Goodness." Me and Magnus exchange amused glances.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

A light rain touches my cheek like an angel's butterfly kisses.

A light rain touches my cheek like an angel's butterfly kisses.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

-On creating a false identity for Pheobe-"A widow," Ava insisted."How did her husband die?" Greer asked."I hardly know," Ava said with a shrug as she rocked Jonathan in her arms. "How do men typically die? A fall from a horse or some such thing.""I scarcely believe scores of men are falling to their deaths from their saddles," Greer said drily.

-On creating a false identity for Pheobe-"A widow," Ava insisted."How did her husband die?" Greer asked."I hardly know," Ava said with a shrug as she rocked Jonathan in her arms. "How do men typically die? A fall from a horse or some such thing.""I scarcely believe scores of men are falling to their deaths from their saddles," Greer said drily.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When it comes to love, Princess, rules blur, and traditions fade,

When it comes to love, Princess, rules blur, and traditions fade,

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

What happens next?" she whispered.Connor turned to her and smiled faintly. Always a question, that was Rebecca.There's more?" he said in mock wondermentRebecca dimpled.You know very well there is more."Tell me all about it," he encouraged.In Papa's book—"Tell me all about it without mentioning your papa.

What happens next?" she whispered.Connor turned to her and smiled faintly. Always a question, that was Rebecca.There's more?" he said in mock wondermentRebecca dimpled.You know very well there is more."Tell me all about it," he encouraged.In Papa's book—"Tell me all about it without mentioning your papa.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Anger precedes hate, while love vicariously hangs in the balance.

Anger precedes hate, while love vicariously hangs in the balance.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Romance is everything to turn it into a cause for given is priceless

Romance is everything to turn it into a cause for given is priceless

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: Why can't you see who I truly am?

Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: Why can't you see who I truly am?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

My eyes burn with tears, and I'm so tired. So tired of holding back everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I'm not and making mistakes that I didn't have any fun making.

My eyes burn with tears, and I'm so tired. So tired of holding back everything I feel and want to say. So tired of being someone I'm not and making mistakes that I didn't have any fun making.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

He had relieved whores beyond counting of frocks, stays, chemises, garters, and stockings. He had never before in his life unbuttoned a gently bred maiden's glove. He'd committed salacious acts beyond number. He'd never before felt so depraved as he did now, as the last pearl came free and he drew the soft kid down, baring her wrist, and his dark fingers grazed the delicate skin he'd exposed.

He had relieved whores beyond counting of frocks, stays, chemises, garters, and stockings. He had never before in his life unbuttoned a gently bred maiden's glove. He'd committed salacious acts beyond number. He'd never before felt so depraved as he did now, as the last pearl came free and he drew the soft kid down, baring her wrist, and his dark fingers grazed the delicate skin he'd exposed.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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