NightTime Roads
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Adult ++
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
1,405
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue
Welcome once again, to the writing mind of... well me! Snidne! Please note that all exits have been sealed for personal safety. Before we get this party started, I have some things to say.
YES, this is a sequel story.
NO, this is not the sequel to Believing in Myself.
YES, this story is original.
NO, you may steal my character designs without my say so.
YES, I am a nice guy and will give permission if you ask nicely.
NO, I won\'t call you... seriously.
This story is sequel to Princess and the Wanderer, and I will admit, I made some horrible mistakes on that story, the number one being I tried to cram in too much plot in too little chapters.
Yes, it was a dumb move but I\'ve gotten better... I think. Anyway, if you want to read it go ahead, give yourself some refresher, but this Prologue basicly sums up what happened.
(Note: The Prologue contains no sexual scenes whatsoever, go to the actual story to find them...)
Stories begin and end,
As the road streaches ever onward,
Always to the next destination,
To the memory waiting to happen.
Prologue
He longed for it, the open road and the new adventures it brought. The people, the places, the stories, everything about traveling he loved. Yet he had no destionation. He was a wanderer, one who lived only to travel. Never settling, always moving, hoping to find the next place and the next...
He came upon a kingdom, and enlisted his services there. There, in this place that he cared nothing for, he saw her. Her smooth creamy skin, and long chestnut hair, the way her body was shaped and cruved... looking back, he could hardly believe that he had only considered her as nothing more then a job. His sole duty was to be the princess\' bodyguard; her bodyguard. He took the job very seriouosly, hoping that he would be able to leave this place soon and travel to the next town. However, things never did what he planned them...
The exact moment he didn\'t know nor could he tell how, but it happened. Something grew within him, something that defied all he believed in as a wanderer. To never settle, to never love, to never be attached, all because of this woman. He forced himself not to admit it. He continued to deny his own feelings, fighting against a battle he had already lost, but was too subborn to give in. He\'d fight to the very end against her.
So when the time came that she confessed her feelings of love to him, he shot her down. It hurt her, he was sure of that. But it hurt him too, perhaps even more so then what he had done to her. But why? Wasn\'t he a wanderer, a life of the open road? And wasn\'t she was a princess, who was to remain here to one day rule over her kingdom? How could two like them ever hope to love?
Coming to realization, and denying his true self no longer, he took a plunge...
Her heart yearned for freedom. Confined to the castle she would live in, she found some solace in caring for flowers. But it wasn\'t enough. She wanted more then what a princess could offer. She tried once to disguise herself and head to the marketplace, but it was a disaster. Nothing went as planned, and in the end, she had to rescued by some thugs and taken back to the palace. Perhaps that was why her mother considered hiring him.
His lean, muscluar build, his slightly long sapphire colored hair, she never guessed this man could be harmful to her. She still remembered when they first met, how her heart seemed to stop, her breath came in short puffs... how could she have wanted him to just leave? But she was so used to being independant. She felt like him being around would be a burden. But slowly she began to think of him often, trying her best to get them alone together. He may have not talked much, but just the thought seemed to send her heart soaring.
It hurt her, then to the point where she felt she couldn\'t bear it. She confessed her feelings to him and he had all but slapped her in the face as his denial of any feeling to her. Wasn\'t she good enough? Was he afraid? Had she done something wrong? All these questions and more spilled into her mind, but one fact stood amoung them all. He was a wanderer, someone who had met many people. Women anywhere could have said they loved him. Did this mean he thought of her the same? That the feelings she harbored were empty?
Before she could come to a rational conclusion he appeared before her as if in a dream...
YES, this is a sequel story.
NO, this is not the sequel to Believing in Myself.
YES, this story is original.
NO, you may steal my character designs without my say so.
YES, I am a nice guy and will give permission if you ask nicely.
NO, I won\'t call you... seriously.
This story is sequel to Princess and the Wanderer, and I will admit, I made some horrible mistakes on that story, the number one being I tried to cram in too much plot in too little chapters.
Yes, it was a dumb move but I\'ve gotten better... I think. Anyway, if you want to read it go ahead, give yourself some refresher, but this Prologue basicly sums up what happened.
(Note: The Prologue contains no sexual scenes whatsoever, go to the actual story to find them...)
Stories begin and end,
As the road streaches ever onward,
Always to the next destination,
To the memory waiting to happen.
Prologue
He longed for it, the open road and the new adventures it brought. The people, the places, the stories, everything about traveling he loved. Yet he had no destionation. He was a wanderer, one who lived only to travel. Never settling, always moving, hoping to find the next place and the next...
He came upon a kingdom, and enlisted his services there. There, in this place that he cared nothing for, he saw her. Her smooth creamy skin, and long chestnut hair, the way her body was shaped and cruved... looking back, he could hardly believe that he had only considered her as nothing more then a job. His sole duty was to be the princess\' bodyguard; her bodyguard. He took the job very seriouosly, hoping that he would be able to leave this place soon and travel to the next town. However, things never did what he planned them...
The exact moment he didn\'t know nor could he tell how, but it happened. Something grew within him, something that defied all he believed in as a wanderer. To never settle, to never love, to never be attached, all because of this woman. He forced himself not to admit it. He continued to deny his own feelings, fighting against a battle he had already lost, but was too subborn to give in. He\'d fight to the very end against her.
So when the time came that she confessed her feelings of love to him, he shot her down. It hurt her, he was sure of that. But it hurt him too, perhaps even more so then what he had done to her. But why? Wasn\'t he a wanderer, a life of the open road? And wasn\'t she was a princess, who was to remain here to one day rule over her kingdom? How could two like them ever hope to love?
Coming to realization, and denying his true self no longer, he took a plunge...
Her heart yearned for freedom. Confined to the castle she would live in, she found some solace in caring for flowers. But it wasn\'t enough. She wanted more then what a princess could offer. She tried once to disguise herself and head to the marketplace, but it was a disaster. Nothing went as planned, and in the end, she had to rescued by some thugs and taken back to the palace. Perhaps that was why her mother considered hiring him.
His lean, muscluar build, his slightly long sapphire colored hair, she never guessed this man could be harmful to her. She still remembered when they first met, how her heart seemed to stop, her breath came in short puffs... how could she have wanted him to just leave? But she was so used to being independant. She felt like him being around would be a burden. But slowly she began to think of him often, trying her best to get them alone together. He may have not talked much, but just the thought seemed to send her heart soaring.
It hurt her, then to the point where she felt she couldn\'t bear it. She confessed her feelings to him and he had all but slapped her in the face as his denial of any feeling to her. Wasn\'t she good enough? Was he afraid? Had she done something wrong? All these questions and more spilled into her mind, but one fact stood amoung them all. He was a wanderer, someone who had met many people. Women anywhere could have said they loved him. Did this mean he thought of her the same? That the feelings she harbored were empty?
Before she could come to a rational conclusion he appeared before her as if in a dream...