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*WHISPERS OF THE FORGOTTEN SHORE* Chapter 1: The Arrival The sea mist curled around the towering c
Adventure *WHISPERS OF THE FORGOTTEN SHORE*
Chapter 1: The Arrival
The sea mist curled around the towering cliffs like a lover's caress, gentle but persistent. The waves crashed beneath the craggy rocks, their sound a constant, rhythmic hum that seemed to echo through the very soul of the shore. It was a place forgotten by time, where the past whispered in the winds and the sea held secrets in its depths. It was to this forsaken stretch of coast that Isabel arrived, the distant roar of the ocean calling her in.
Isabel hadn't known why she was drawn to this place. The letters she had received from her late aunt had been cryptic at best-notes filled with longing and grief, telling of a family inheritance tied to the land that seemed to bleed history. And now, standing at the edge of the forgotten shore, she felt it: the weight of something heavy and lost, an invisible pull that beckoned her forward.
As she stepped carefully onto the uneven path that wound toward the old cottage her aunt had mentioned, a shadow moved at the periphery of her vision. A man, tall and striking, with dark, tousled hair and a figure draped in the long, flowing coat of an era that seemed centuries old. His presence was commanding, and yet, he stood in quiet solitude, staring out over the crashing waves.
Isabel felt an inexplicable heat rise in her chest as their gazes met. His eyes-deep, stormy, and filled with secrets-held hers for a long, breathless moment. He gave no greeting, no introduction, but there was something magnetic about him. She couldn't look away.
The wind caught her hair, whipping it across her face, but she didn't move to adjust it. The man turned slowly, as though waiting for her to speak, but no words came. Her mouth felt dry, her heart pounding a steady rhythm that matched the waves below.
"You've come," he said, his voice low and gravelly, as if it had been shaped by the very winds that howled through the cliffs. It was a statement, not a question, as though he had known this moment would arrive.
She took a step forward, uncertainty lacing her every movement. "Who are you?"
His lips curled into a faint smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I am the keeper of the forgotten shore," he replied, each word soaked in mystery. "And you are Isabel, aren't you? The one who's come to claim what is yours."
Isabel's heart skipped a beat. How did he know her name? And what did he mean by "claim what is yours"? The strange pull she had felt earlier now intensified, and for the first time in her life, she felt as though fate itself had reached out to touch her.
The man stepped aside, offering her a view of the cottage behind him. A dilapidated building, yet one that held an undeniable charm. The wind howled through the trees as if urging her to enter.
And so, Isabel, without another word, followed him.
Chapter 2: Secrets in the Dark
Isabel's breath caught in her throat as the man's words lingered in the air, thick and heavy with promise. She stood frozen for a heartbeat, her heart pounding as if it had become a separate entity, alive and aware of the danger-and the allure-of the situation.
His gaze never left hers, intense and unwavering, as if he were reading the very depths of her soul. There was something magnetic about him, something primal that drew her in despite every warning that her mind tried to give. Her body trembled, not from the chill in the air, but from the heat that burned low in her belly, a feeling she couldn't deny.
"I... I don't understand," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crash of the waves. She could feel her pulse quicken as he stepped closer, closing the gap between them until there was no space left. The scent of saltwater mixed with something darker-something wild-surrounded her.
The man's lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her skin far longer than necessary. His touch was like fire, igniting something inside her she hadn't known existed. His eyes were still locked on hers, and in them, Isabel saw a flicker of something that she couldn't name-longing? Hunger? Or perhaps something far more dangerous.
"You came here looking for answers," he murmured, his voice a smooth, seductive drawl that wrapped around her like a whisper in the dark. "But answers come at a cost, Isabel. And you've already paid the price by stepping onto this shore."
She opened her mouth to speak, but he pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her with a touch that was both gentle and commanding. His eyes darkened, his hand moving down her jaw to trace the curve of her neck.
"I know you're afraid," he continued, his voice low and intimate, each word heavy with meaning. "Afraid of what you might find. But what you don't realize is that the desire you feel-the need pulling at you-it's not new. It's been inside you all along, waiting to be awakened."
His hand moved lower, just barely grazing her collarbone, and Isabel shive You might like
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Alice Myra 8 Synopsis
‘’Closing your eyes or biting your lips doesn’t cut it, angel, You want us, we can feel it. When your heat comes, all you will want is us.’’ Oliver says, tracing his thumb over my lips. Aiden stood behind me, watching my every expression.
‘’What will the heat be like?’’ I asked. A small croissant smile danced on his lips, he looked onto the ceiling, the veins of his hand more visible as his shirt came undone.
‘’For you, it will be a burning desire onto your core, a thirst only Aiden and I can quench. You will ache for us to fill you. To make you whole…”
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Two twin Alphas on the way to buy a new female slave, resilient shock registers on their faces as they realize that the girl they would want to buy is indeed the woman the moon goddess had created for the both of them.
What happens when she is more determined to rebel. When she is not ready two accept this two smoking hot Alpha’s as her mates.
A story filled with lust, passion, love, connection, revenge, and rise into power. Wake Up, Dream Boy!
Mr. Ben Having some of the poems in the first edition of the poem collection, ‘The P.O.T (Poured Out Thoughts)’ published in several poetry magazines as High On Poems, Earthborne Magazine, Deadsnakes and so on, the author has ushered in the second, titled ‘The P.O.T (Poured Out Thoughts) ---The Reloaded.
It is said to be ‘reloaded’ because there are other poems to be added to make this edition slightly richer than the first. With poems as ‘Out of the Box’, ‘Dad Loves Me’, ‘Heralding God’s Magnificence’ being published in notable poetry journals and magazines, the sequel is hoped to make an impact to the entire world, beginning with the readers.
The Table of Contents has the additional poems that readers, who have read the first edition, would realize. They are intended to look into general issues, family, gender, parental, religious (Christian faith), children, love and personal/motivational.
The aim behind this piece is simple. As said in the first edition, it is about entertaining, enlightening, inspiring or motivating and enabling people think for themselves.
Worthy of Note: The author believes that subsequent edition(s) of the work would carry the above-stated aim.
