HAPPY NICHOLAS DAY !!!! I wish you a nice St. Nicholas day. Hope you all were nice and good and received lots of gifts!

And since I am a lovable person (whoever believes it will be blissful ...) and would also like to give you something for Santa Claus. I thought that you would be very happy about another part! Here he is already.

To briefly come to the status of the last few days. This is part 71. The parts from 72 to 76 are already written, but not yet beta-read (I always do that myself and somehow that is the hardest and most annoying part of the thing). I have overcome my "crisis" and I already know exactly the words that I want to use to continue writing. So I have only one problem. The time!!!! At the moment, school and earn money are my top priorities. But I'm trying to hurry up. No fear. A few more parts will arrive by Christmas at the latest, but then I will go on vacation to Austria to my dear friend Wildangel and therefore I will probably not have time to write anything new again!

On this part: Now begins a long phase of a story that I love very much. It plays from Rose's past, is very dark and terribly terrible. It will stretch over 3-4 chapters. I hope you like this completely different kind of me !!!!

Then comes a 2-chapter phase only about Ray !!!! So look forward to it!

I don't want to reveal more !!!!

Again briefly on a topic that is very close to my heart: Did you see "x" on Thursday? Me, yes, and I cried like hell. It came across very well, but 20 minutes was far too little to do justice to Seishiro's death and Subaru's suffering. In the manga, the scene is a thousand times better. That is something I can only recommend. If you really want to read something about real love, you should take it to heart. The melancholy of the scene was meltdown. I recorded the show. I will definitely see her a few thousand more times before I can take it.I can only say: Sunday 6:00 pm: LOOK AT IT !!!!

That's it from me !!!!



The forbidden feeling part 71



At some point, when he could hardly estimate the time, Kai left the bathroom noiselessly. He quietly closed the door behind him and went into the bedroom. The night shone in through the transparent white curtains; it was streaked with pitch black with an honest blue. The moon was high in the sky and stars twinkled at him, their light dimly illuminated the outlines in the room so that Kai could see what was happening. Just through the light from outside it became clear that it was the middle of the night. Had he really spent that much time in the bathroom with himself and his thoughts? No matter.

The youngster let his eagle eyes wander leisurely and precisely over the furniture. Ray was lying in his bed, breathing calmly, but his position did not indicate that he was relaxed, no smile on his face, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his hands folded (no, he is not dead.^^) and he made no move to turn.

Rose wasn't really recognizable, at least not at first. But in any case a slim, petite body was wrapped up wildly in the bedspread. She had pulled the thing up to her chin and clawed into it. The teen was lying on her side, facing the wall, feet drawn up like a frightened, frightened kitten. Her features were cramped and she was sleeping restlessly, turning wildly from one side to the other. The teenage boy, plagued by guilt, watched her meticulously, he didn't even flinch his eyelashes, his body was rigid, he didn't smile, but despite everything ... there was no hardness in his eyes.

After a few seconds he turned away, threw one last look outside at the moon, which now seemed in its full form, and then went to his bed.

The day had brought too much with it and so much the growing handsome boy immediately fell asleep, although this sleep was by no means restful or relaxing, it was a light and restless sleep, but it was still, but that was a good thing, because she Night should still hold many surprises in store.



After Kai left, Roseline sat crying on the floor for a long time. Ray had been with her, he had brought her tea and a blanket, he had taken care of her, but the beautiful doe had only sent him away. He wanted to take her in his arms, comfort her - just like before, but she didn't want to talk, not with him and so the rejected sunnyboy had been out at the lake the whole time, throwing stones into the water and thinking.

When he returned the tea was already empty and his little princess fell asleep. She was crouched on the floor with her back against the bed, her feet drawn up and her head slumped on her shoulder. He sighed at the sight of her, stripped her feet and carefully lifted the graceful young lady into her bed where she had been resting until now.

Ray himself was still awake, wearing the bedside lamp, he was sitting in his bed by the patio window and watched her in concern for a while until he went to bed too.





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>> Great Britain, Wales, Greenleaf Palace in 1996

> Mum? Dad? Where are you?
It was Rose, she was just 8 years old at the time. She was now in the second grade of her private elementary school, a prestigious boarding school, but at that time she was on summer vacation and she was spending this with her family with relatives in England.

Like a toddler, she happily hopped down the carpeted steps, clawed at the railing, and kept calling for her parents. At some point she got to the parking lot in the lobby and looked around.

Expensive objects, furniture and busts were on display everywhere, valuable paintings adorned the walls and every now and then elegantly dressed butlers, servants and chambermaids scurried through the hall, but no trace of their beloved brothers and parents.

> Mum? Dad?
If Mum and Dad weren't around in the rest of the house, they were probably having another important conference with angry statesmen, thought Little Rose, so quietly turned down a long, bright corridor with ornately embroidered carpets on the walls on the sides of which beautifully grown plants resided.

Quiet and brave as it should be, she strode down the corridor when the untouched gosling suddenly heard screams.

> Let go! Hey what are you doing here? Let go immediately! she heard her mother scream.

> Who are you? What do you want here? Go away! Haven't you heard? Get out! Then her father's voice rang out and shortly afterwards many male people could be heard screaming in a language that Rose did not understand, but which nevertheless seemed so familiar to her.

And then it happened. This day was to be the worst and most traumatic of her whole life so far, it was to haunt her picture by picture, day by day, night by night and that for all eternity.

Frightened, she crept closer to the audience room, which was separated from the corridor by a large beech door, but this time the door was ajar. Her knees were trembling and her heart was only beating every minute as she tiptoed behind the plants.

Her age at that time was 8 years and her still immature mind and her natural instinct all told her "Run away. Run away as far as you can!" But as if by themselves her feet headed for the door, she wanted to hers Parents, to their mother to their father. What happened? Why are they screaming? What did these men want? All that moved her to do so, with her big silver full moon eyes she ran as if spellbound, very rigid with fear, until she could see right through the gap into the whole room.

And then it happened.

There were 5 men dressed in black who had surrounded their parents. They were completely unrecognizable. Sheer black leather boots peeked out from under the long black frocks padded at the shoulders. There were black monk's robes split from neck to floor by a slit, but buttoned on the collar by a white flower. There were only limitless black shadows hidden under the cloak. They had their hoods pulled down over their faces, the mere sight of it, which made the blood freeze, should haunt Rose every night of her miserable life. Even if you couldn't see her face, it seemed as if her eyes, which peeked out from the darkness like bright lightning, could see through stone and flesh. Her greedy, lustful grin could be felt on her bare skin. Rose mother, a very delicate, beautiful woman with long white-blonde hair that seemed more valuable than all the gold in the world, wrapped in white silk, sought protection in the strong arms of her handsome husband, dressed in a bleu-colored tuxedo.Then it started. One of the men grabbed her, she screamed and closed her eyes, clung to her husband, but another had already pulled an expensive vase over his head, so that he first sank unconscious to