LillithLane

"you really should find you a nice oil man and live doing what you want to do," my momma randomly spilled out. Uhm, okay. How am I even supposed to handle something like that. It was the same day I found out my ex was sending out his half of the divorce papers. i knew i didnt want to be alone for the rest of my life, but becoming a pampered oil wife wasnt even in my mindset. don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with having nice things and a well off husband to boot. but that is SO not my style. I mean, wheres the love? where is the passion, where is the deeper connection? I mean, i could be built to be a trophy wife. I COULD actually

 The cold air blew past her shoulders, making Molly's slight frame quiver. The tears running down her sun-kissed cheeks couldn't hinder her bronzed facade. The sunflower yellow stained glow permeating the glass panes made the young woman's ivory gown radiate from somewhere deeper than the silk and lace. Molly appeared to be an ethereal figure, kissed in rose and the purest light. A single ocean flavored tear found its way to her glossed lips, bringing the woman back into herself from far within her own memories. Never intending to lose her self in things of the past, Molly let her crystal blue eyes glaze over once again, causing a calm t

 The Romany camp lay on the outskirts of the young lords's territory. The haunting smell  of white sage whispered its notes to Loreau, slow and soft at first.  Within seconds, though, he was overwhelmed by the intruding scent. Cursing to himself, the young lord  pondered how he would continue to deal with the intruders on his lands.  Loreau hated the romani; hated any intruder to his rule over the sleepy villa. She kissed her mother's warm cheek, taking in the intoxicating aroma of the sweet wheat loaf that lay baking over hot coals. For a moment, Mirela was lost in the inviting smell, cherishing her home and all of the love that she was sh