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  1. Nephylim

    Chapter 17

    Yes, I did Hope you enjoy
  2. “Glory, Glory are you alright? Oh hell, Glory I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to throw you so hard. I just had to get you away from him. Please Glory, please.” “Sar?” Why isn’t my voice working properly? Why is everything so fuzzy? Why do I hurt? Oh. “Ow.” That hurts. I rub my head where it banged into Sar’s. And then I’m in his arms. “Aw, Sar. Too hard. Too hard. It hurts.” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Oh God Glory I…” “Shut up and let me sit up properly. What happened?” Blinking over Sa
  3. What am I so scared? Suddenly my heart it beating madly. He is infecting me with his wildness. “What...?” “Just come,” Rover roars and disappears. Sar is looking like I feel... shocked. “We’d better go.” I leap out of bed and start for the door. “I think we should put some clothes on.” Sar is as cool as ever and he takes his time to put on his trousers and lace up his shoes. I don’t even bother with shoes. My fingers are shaking so much I can barely fasten my jeans. “What do you think has
  4. I grind my hips and lips against him and growl into his mouth. “If you don’t take me back to my room, I’m going to fuck you right here.” He’s completely shocked, I can tell. Maybe a hand on his balls will help him get the message. Ooh I’m good, he didn’t expect that; not on the inside. When did I forget how wonderful it is to touch him; how soft and silky his skin is; how... “Fuck me Sar: fuck me now or I’m going to explode.” Sar whimpers, especially when I slip past his balls. “For God’s sake
  5. I am so good; so good; all the way back to our room. Although I am holding Sar’s hand tightly I’m calm; my head held high; my panic in check. All the way to my room. All the way. But as soon as I walk through the door my legs crumple. I’m numb. I’ve never been so afraid. I’m so frightened I feel nothing. I’ve heard the words ‘paralysed with fear’ but even though I have been goddamned frightened so many times, my fight or flight instinct always, always took over. Now I know. I can't move. I can
  6. When Sar takes me back to my room I fall asleep almost immediately, curled into his side, with his hand stroking me. If Cat had been around we would have made love but I don’t have the energy to do much more than lie still and smell his smell and feel his touch. Even so, when his hand caresses the curve of my hip I can’t help but moan softly. I open my eyes and Sar is watching me with such a gentle, tender look in his eyes that what can I do but smile? Without saying a word, Sar moves closer,
  7. This time no one leans over me; no one looms; no one touches me. I sense rather than hear the presence; the silent man who kneels before me. I don’t raise my head. He doesn’t touch me. “I’m sorry, Glory,” he says softly. I don’t want to hear. “I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have held you down. I can’t even begin to imagine what you went through and I didn’t try. I was so happy to have you back, I... maybe it was because I didn’t want to understand. I didn’t want to know what happened t
  8. The bang on the back of the car frightens the crap out of me. I didn’t hear anyone approach. Felix’ door is ripped open, scaring him rigid. “Felix, you’re hurt.” “Yeah... take it easy.”Rover is leaning in through the doorway and this time I’m not jealous of the look on his face, which is just as well because... well because it’s just beautiful: he has tears in his eyes. Felix has his face turned away from me but I can see his eyes lock with Rover’s and a slow smile spread over his face. “I’m
  9. The realisation of why they had done what they did does nothing to make what they had done easier to bear. Although it makes me feel stupid and ashamed I can’t stop myself from crying. I turn and look out of the window, watching the scenery rush past and trying to stop myself from breaking down altogether. I failed. Resting my forehead against the cool glass, I sob. I stop trying to control it and let it out like a sudden storm, the wind and rain lashing against my mind and soul. I’m glad that
  10. It hurts; everything hurts... everything. Why? Why do I hurt? Why are they hurting me? Why? At least the pain’s not sharp. I hate it when the pain is sharp. They’re not doing anything to me right now. I feel floaty so the pain doesn’t hurt so much, but it’s everywhere. Sometimes it hurts so bad I can’t breathe. I can breathe now. The air smells... not nice but not horrible like it is sometimes. It’s easy to breathe and it seems to be... clean. Sometimes it’s thick and hard to breathe and smell.
  11. Agh, I hurt. I hurt. My shoulder is... oh it’s... Ahh, that’s better. Wait... what... what...? Where am I? This isn’t my room. It’s dark and smells weird and the bed is hard and lumpy and... Valentine. Aw... I think I sat up too fast. There is a distinct possibility that my head is going to fall off. I hope my head is going to fall off, and then it won’t hurt so much. Poor Felix, he must have felt even worse than this when... Hell, where is Felix? What has Valentine done to him? And what about
  12. OMG Maria. Did you HAVE to. I think part of my brain has been seared away with the mere thought. I'm going to have to go look at pictures of Andrej to re set my fantasizing capacity. *shudder
  13. mine too
  14. You people never go to the discussion threads, even when we try hard to make them interesting for you
  15. Nephylim

    Chapter 1

    Thank you. Merry Christmas to you too, darling.
  16. That was an absolutely perfect ending. I LOVED the way that you wound up the Helen issue. There could so easily have been disaster and a terrible fight but it seems as if Helen is being wooed by Lily.and that's the best possible outcome. This was a beautiful story that I have loved from the first sentence to the last. I think you have shown that 'handicap' is somethng that lies only in the eyes of others. You should be rightfully proud of yourself for this wonderful, heartwarming story.
  17. Oh, that was beautiful. I KNEW Helen had something to do with it. I hope that this is the last of the their problems. There are two things I hope to see in the next chapter. Helen getting her comeuppance and Horace giving it to her This chapter left me feeling warm and fuzzy but with a nervous churning in my stomach about what's going to happen with Helen.
  18. I smell a Helen in the mix. There has to be a reason for it going tits up at the end. They all worked so hard. It's fantastic that Kayleb did all that work... the house, the lessons. He is so committed. He throws everything he has into everything he does. I want someone like him in my life. I adore him. I hope that Chase can sort it out but I don't like the idea of the consequences mentioned
  19. Nephylim

    Chapter 1

    Thank you so much for the review. I'm glad you liked the story. I was feeling a little melancholy when I wrote it. I'm glad that you used the word serene because there was a kind of serenity in the melancholy Thank you for leaving a review
  20. Nephylim

    Chapter 1

    Awww thank you darling. Don't worry they keep dancing. It reflected my mood too, when i was writing it
  21. Nephylim

    Chapter 1

    Thank you, darling. You know how much I appreciate your comments. Compliments of the season to you too sweetheart
  22. Nephylim

    Chapter 1

    Thank you. I have absolutely no idea where it came from. I just thought it would be nice to write a Christmas story and it kind of happened. I was really pleased with it so I'm ever so glad you like it. Thank you
  23. Nephylim

    Chapter 1

    The fire is cracking and popping and I am sitting in the window seat, drowsily watching the fat flakes of snow falling past outside, and thinking of you. I rub at one of the panes, frosted with my breath, and peer into the swirling whiteness. Did I imagine it, or are there two figures out there, dancing; kissing? I remember the first time I saw you. It was snowing then, too. It was a Christmas Ball and I was bored, as I often was. I had opened the garden doors, taken a step onto the patio and t
  24. Christmas is a time for reflection and, sitting in front of the warm fire, watching the snow fall, I am reflecting on you.
  25. I think it depends whether the pictures are there to explain the words, the words are there to explain the pictures or they are both there to compliment each other and present art and literature in the same space
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