Romance
Blood of my Blood
Aileana paced the echoing halls of her ancestral home, the weight of Ewan's curse bowing her shoulders. Tapestries of valorous scenes loomed over her, whispering tales of Ancient power and long-forgotten secrets. The castle, with its stout walls and shadowed corners, had always been a steadfast presence, yet now it felt suffused with a silent urgency that matched the thrumming of her heart.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
The dappling sunlight played across the grove, casting a mosaic of shadows upon Aileana's face as she sat on the grass, her fingers tracing the outlines of wildflowers. Ewan watched her from a little distance away, the forest's secluded embrace affording them a rare moment of solitude, far removed from the prying eyes of their kingdom.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's breath misted in the crisp air of the Highlands as she drew her bowstring taut. The wind whispered through the heather, carrying a scent of earth and wild thyme. With a gaze as sharp as the arrow nocked between her fingers, she focused on the distant target—a weathered stump adorned with concentric circles painted in faded colors.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana’s chest heaved as she ascended the cragged incline, her footsteps a silent cadence against the wild thistle and heath. The Highlands lay before her, a tapestry of greens and purples undulating with the capricious will of the wind. Here, nestled in the quietude of nature, the cacophony of courtship and duty faded into the whispers of breezes through the bent grasses.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana's breath misted in the cool Highland air; her gaze fixed on the distant target. With practiced grace, she drew the bowstring taut, aligning the arrow with her intent. The world hushed to the whisper of wind through heather and the creak of bending yew.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Ewan's form undulated, scales shimmering with the dying light as he retreated into the shadow of an Ancient oak. It was a secluded place, where the whispers of the forest spoke of enchantment and old secrets. With the grace of leaves falling to their final resting place on the autumn-kissed earth, his mighty dragon body contracted, contorting in a silent dance of transformation.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
The wind held its breath, and Lady Aileana Glenroth became the stillness. Clad in her hunting garb, -a blend of earthen tones that whispered of forest and heather- she stood poised as if carved from the very landscape. Her fingers caressed the smooth wood of the bow, an extension of her own sinew and bone.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
I want to make money as a year one college student
I will go by nickname : Lò Béo its the mixing of my last name and the word 'fat' in vietnamese mean 'Béo' and as you can tell im from vietnam...you probably dont want to know but im writing this for money and also to let out my thoughts and make friends...if possible of course...
By Hiếu Trọng2 years ago in Chapters
IT'S A DIRTY JOB
Camp Honey Pot was all abuzz with whisperings of a diabolical axe murderer roaming the grounds after I had discovered a Peeping Tom looking into the cabin as my girls slept. Everyone was suddenly an expert in security and investigation. My girls were with me when I reported to work at 7 AM. I planned on keeping them with me all day, no matter how bored they became or how much they complained.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
