Masquerade_Gentle Waves of Love_Stuck_Silver Stars & Green Eyes
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Masquerade
His eyes reflected his anticipation as he lingered from the shadows of the veranda, silently awaiting her arrival, their blueness deepening to midnight black.Adrianna stepped onto the lengthy veranda. It was an unseasonably warm evening in Venice this February, and she hoped to catch the breeze coming off the water. Even though she had not yet danced, her face behind the mask she wore was finely misted with perspiration. She could feel small rivulets of the same running down between her breasts beneath the heavy eighteenth century costume that she’d also worn this evening to the long-awaited m...
Gentle Waves of Love
Some adult contentThe gentle sway of the waves pushed me further inland as I floated along the surface of the water. My nerves threatened to overtake me the closer I got. Why did I hesitate? We’d met many times before.Since the day I found him floating on debris of his wrecked vessel, I couldn’t stay away. At first, I hid beneath the water and watched him walk along the pale sand, looking out towards me as if he searched for something.When he discovered the rocky coastline further down the beach, he would sit upon a crag and stare, eyes fixated on the water. Each time, I drifted closer to the ...
Stuck
Stuck “Don’t look under the bed.” Mom said and gave me a good night kiss. “Why?” I just had to ask. “Your favorite question again. ‘Why, why, why.’ Well, you might find something you don’t want there. That’s why. Good night.” Mom left the room with the door slightly opened so I could see the hallway light. Then again in the morning, the light was always off. That spooked me each time when I thought about it. Now, here is a different situation, I thought. Why did Mom tell me not to look under the bed? I’d never dreamed of looking under the bed if she didn’t mention it. Why would I? All I will ...
Silver Stars & Green Eyes
Sitting on the bed, overlooking the big window she can see the first signs of spring: the birds coming out to sing, the leaves on the branches of the trees, slowly covering them in green and the shy rays of sunshine coming through the clouds after the cold and ruthless winter. And although she could see the world outside, she never felt more stuck, stuck in this world where she had to follow rules, to be someone and something she is not. The princess, that's who she was. Skylar Rose Lancaster, Her Royal Highness The Princess of Evernight, with hair black as the night and grey eyes as the star...