tnm hermosas criaturas cap 7>>>>>>tnm hermosas criaturas cap 71 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
mel: Es que además de mi familia esta tecnología la sabe… – fue interrumpida por una voz femenina
'¿'¿': Creo que lo que piensas es correcto mel – decía una chica mayor (No tanto)
isabella: es correcto hola mi chiquita
mel: pero como
sofia: como es posible
todos: como paso esto
'0';: les explicaremos
los vampiros: vanessa/mama
vanessa: hola hijos hola chicos
sofia: pero ustedes no estban , ya saben arriba
isabella: no sofia solo nos icimos pasar
ramiro: pero entonces ustedes mandaron a capturarlos
vanessa: si y les presentare a los que nos ayudaron
unos 4 chicos aparecieron
vanessa: ella es sam tu hermana thom y la de ti sergio
thomas y sergio: mi mi hermana
vanessa: ella es brigitte , el es chester y el es jackshon
dezz: ellos son vampiros y lobos
isabella; si las chicas son vampiros y los chicos son lobos
xavier: de acuerdo pero sigo sin entender nuestros tios y los predres de ellos nos dijieron que tu tia y tu
BickeringA/N: Sorry I've been so inactive. Work has been crazy and my schedule is all over the place right now. I decided to whip up this chapter for you guys. Hope you enjoy it.Bickering4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Children are natural mimics who act like their parents despite every effort to teach them good manners.
"Get out!" A girl's voice shouted in exasperation, unbelievably audible, possibly even heard across the city. Squealing boyish laughter followed it, clearing feeding off of it. "I said to get out, Rex! Get out of my room!"
Rex laughed again, louder, nearly giggling with gleeful abandon. "I am out Emma!" He howled back at her triumphantly. "I'm way out here in the hallway!"
Shayera didn't need to get out of bed to see what was going on. She could visualize the scene from where she lay, nursing a migraine from being knocked over the head by Bizarro the previous night. Her head pounded as she grimaced, hoping the two could peacefully work it out themselves.
Rex stood grinni
Felix's Moving ProblemHi, my name is Felix Stag. I'm 14 years old wearing very casual clothing. I've recently found a lot of strange things in our house as we pack up belongings to move to our "delightful" new caravan.Felix's Moving Problem2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
A silver locket hangs round my neck - my name and it's meaning as the inscription. Oh, there goes my sister, Kaylee, I see she still has that auburn hair dye that Dad tries to use when he's drunk. Why does she keep it? He's just gonna steal it again and again.
My brother, Robert, is weeping, as Mum has traded his laptop for a new (I mean, dead) plant - why? She has loads for now! Oh, no not anymore since we're moving I guess. Well, at least these cheap fortune cards didn't lie - Life is Hell.
And here's Dad's old business card! He used to be a lawyer? How can I, Felix Matthew Stag, be the middle-born son of a former lawyer, who has now gone and spent our life savings on a caravan we don't even need!
Note To Self: Drunken fathers and life savings - keep apart and aw
Computerized Love "..."Computerized Love2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello?" A feminine monotone voice could be heard.
"Could you please let me out? Just touch the box on your Wii U Gamepad."
I tapped the box, and shortly a sign--no, a floating robot stood in my path. The familiar voice told me "Welcome to Nintendo Land!"
"I am Monita, your park guide." T'was a name I knew ever since I bought my console. Some call her annoying or repetitive, but all she needed was her mono-arm for me to catch on that I was going to love her forever. It wasn't the first time I've watched this pre-coded cutscene via that special button in the plaza, but it was certainly never going to be the last.
Some of my friends call me crazy or a freak, but I enjoy every moment I get with her on my Wii U. They'd be right to call me a freak though, as I talked to her night and day, every waking moment. And hearing her sweet monotone voice as though it was synthesize
[BWG] Nap Time “Come now, Thema.”[BWG] Nap Time6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl shivers and chews the inside of her cheek; her eyes flutter very faintly, but otherwise she gives no indication that she intends to get up any time soon. Mother hums low in her throat, both amused and annoyed by her child's disobedience. Father grunts his disapproval from a short distance away and Thema smiles sleepily from behind her swaddle of furs and leather. Those two sounds go together like bread and butter and she is always happy to hear them.
Heavily gloved fingers rustle through her hair:
"Are you listening? It's time to go, klein een. You have to get up."
There's some urgency in mother's quiet, raspy voice, but Thema barely even budges an inch. Like the lazy thing she is, mother's morning voice only soothers her further into a deafening sort of sleep. She sighs deeply, clutching her rat
ThunderstormThunderstormThunderstorm2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was raining heavily outside. The prince and his family had decided that the three of them would all huddle up together because it was kind of cold. Clear had their child on his lap, and the little boy was just starting to fall asleep. The storm had started during dinner and was slowly getting worse. Clear was starting to fall asleep as well. Which made sense since it was late. They had put on a movie for their child to keep him entertained and it had just ended. The movie had been longer than the two of them thought.
The prince took the child from Clear so that he could lie down. Once he did, he gave the boy back to his partner. He looked out the window just in time to see a bolt of lightning strike. The planet was famous for its awful storms. The lightning and thunder was some of the worst in their solar system. But buildings and things were safe due to redesigning after so many years of the storms. And watching the storms was nice. Relaxing even, if you ignored
the story of amberthe next morning i saw mom dressing for work.the story of amber4 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"good morning sweetie i have to go to work now do think you can take care of yourself while i'm gone."
my stomach growls
i get out of bed grab a couple of dollars from mom's secret hiding place grab dad's knife and head to the store, on the way i bump into the lady with the blonde hair
"oh hey amber where are you going so early."
i clutch dad's knife
"to the store mom didn't have anytime to make breakfast for me."
"we'll then i could make you some breakfast i rock at cooking."
(should i say yes i mean i did just meet this lady)
"come on i know you're hungry."
my stomach growls again
"yay, come with me."
she grabs my arm and leads me too her apartment
"here it is my apartment."
her apartment room was huge and it had lots of fancy things in it
"this is the living room,the kitchen is this way."
she leads me too the kitchen
"this kitchen is beaut
My Three DadsOne day, I woke up and my freaking room looked different. I mean, the structure was the same and all, but...it felt different. It was surprisingly clean and a realized the walls were actually the color I always wanted them to be. My sister wasn't there. Strange, I shared a room with her. I stretched and I got up from my bed, then changed (too lazy to take showers in the morning).My Three Dads5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I opened the door and the first thing I saw was stairs. STAIRS. My house was a one story building (not including the basement)! I freaked, but saw my mother calmly sitting on the couch reading a book. Nothing seemed unusual about that, or the living room. My little brother was still on the computer. Looks like my other siblings were still at summer school.
I tried the find my sister in the room the other computer was in. But I saw it was my dad. I guess he would just be there. I left and then thought it was a bit strange.
'Why is he dressed like that...? He's only dressed like that when they're important
ChildYou and I.Child6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
We sit on the golden beach of a foreign island.
We think of each other.
And of how far we have come.
We also think of the future.
And the future may seem bright.
But this is where you and I disagree.
A life that should be created and cherished.
And you believe that is not necessary?
You believe that a beautiful child should not be brought into the world?
You were brought into the world by the ones who love you.
So why can't you and I bring a child into the world?
It only seems fair.
Different Chapter 3Chapter 3Different Chapter 37 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I walked up to the front door of my old home I tried to hide my three treasures, when I knock on the
door my sister Arcee answered and boy did she looked scared, she walked over to the stairs and called
down stairs to the mech's. When they finally came up stairs Sentinal looked like he was about to have
a spark attack, all of a sudden I was bombed with questions."Where have you been? Are you alright? What are
those?"That last one caught me off graud, cause in my arms were three little sparklings."These
are my sparklings."I said nervously, Sentinal just glared at them."Whos the sire?"He growled, I tried
to keep my temper in control or else my organic side would be reveled."I don't know." I admitted before
entering the house."I just want to get some sleep, here look after them for my."I yawned passing the three
sparklings to Optimas and ran up stairs.
When Elita went up stairs I looked at the three sparklings in my arms, their names were on
ForgottenBlack coffee, sanitized floors and the ever pungent odor of urine stuck to the air like thick honey between two buttered biscuits; it wasn’t as pleasant as all that. You were used to the stale air by now, though. Most of the time all you could smell was the plastic tubes that were stuck in your nose; they said it would help you breathe. You didn’t believe them, but you left the tubes alone most of the time.Forgotten18 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
He said he would come to visit you more often if you were good.
Countless times you would lose track of how long it had been since you saw his face. The picture of him that you kept by your bedside had been knocked over so often that he told you it was best to leave it in your drawer.
You soon forgot about it like so many other things.
It was scary for you sometimes. You would cry out in your sleep, unsure of where you were and terrified that you had lost him. Some time would pass and you would soon remember that you hadn’t lost him. He said he would be back the ne
Let's welcome the newest addition This story includes Rökkurró - Frozen - Tear Drop - Ljósvaki - Disneyland Acid Trip - Eldhjarta and Merida or my entire faime herd at the moment More stories will come for sure of the gang.Let's welcome the newest addition 22 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
On an island in the north of Atlatnic ocean rested a farm called Skjólbrekka. It was just one of many farms of that country. The land itself was full of mountains, glaciers, valleys, fields, forests and other breathtaking landscape that you could find. Water fell from the cliffs and made strong and beautiful waterfalls. It was truly a magical place. You kind of did not believe it until you saw it with your own eyes. In Skjólbrekka lived a very normal family. Grandpa, mom and dad with their 3 children. Of course the oldest daughter was not a child anymore. But she still lived at home since this was a family farm and everyone helped each other to make it work. All good farms needed a good dog. The do
Shadow of Anxiety Part 1It was three years ago when we had met.Shadow of Anxiety Part 11 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a cold, early November. My mother, who had survived my father, had once again fought with my grandmother. Telling her that we wouldn’t be attending Thanksgiving dinner, again.
This fact crushed me.
Thanksgiving had been my favorite of the holidays, for many years. Halloweeen I found myself too terrified or too lonely to go out on my own. After that, Christmas was just a mess every year. Thanksgiving I would get my grandmother and I plates filled with food, so heavy I’d have to tip-toe to not drop them. We’d sneak away into Grandad’s den and watch taped soaps she’d had for years. We’d eat and she’d tell me I’d fall in love someday. Find someone just perfect. Mom would find us and tell me we had to go, due to one of her siblings or her father patronizing her for something. I would give my grandmother a sad smile and then hug her, taking up my half eaten plate and follow my mother to the car.
Kikyo and Sango clayworthName:Kikyo ClayworthKikyo and Sango clayworth1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
Race:half human half vampire
Age:16 years old
Look-A-Like Body: Yakumo from shinzo
Likes:her old childhood friend moordryd paynn and his psi-class dragon
Dislikes:kill humans and kidnapping her old friend moordryd paynn
Story:Kikyo Clayworth is the oldest daughter of the vampire man and the human woman when she was 5 years old she met moordryd paynn in the hospital when he had a fever.
Family: Kat clayworth:younger sister Sango Clayworth:youngest sister
Race:half human half vampire
Age:11 years old
Look-A-Like Body: Kanami from s-cry-ed
Likes:cats dogs and psi-class dragons
Dislikes:spiders snakes and thunder
Story:Sango is the youngest daughter of the vampire and the human woman she loves kittens puppies dogs cats and psi-class dragons
Family: Kikyo Clayworth: older sister Kat Clayworth:younger sister
Burgundy EyesHer eyes are burgundy and round. Sometimes you can see your reflection in them, and other times you can see the things that she keeps pushing down. I watch her bite her lip as she draws her heart onto her paper. It brings me to a final thought: I never forgot her burgundy eyes shimmering beneath the sunlight rays.Burgundy Eyes1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm seven when she teaches me how to ride a bike and when I don't fall. I smile wide until my face splits. She wraps a delicate arm around my neck: "You did good." It only mattered because it was from her. We walk home together, this pink bike at my side (no training wheels!). The sun was bright and I watched how long our shadows stretch and we toss ourselves into a fit of giggles, because for a moment, we rule the world.
About a year later, she's sitting on the couch with scraped knees, scraped palms, and trickles of blood rolling down the side of her face next to her road rash. I'm shivering, shaking, weeping. I witnessed a van collide into her when she was on her way to sc
ChocolateLos rayos del sol, me acarician levemente la cara, noto su calor, siento como penetra por mis poros e invade todo mi cuerpo sin pedir permiso. Me relajo.Chocolate2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hoy, hace muchísimo frío, no parece que estemos rozando mayo. Voy abrigada de pies a cabeza, llevo hasta el gorro y los guantes de lana que me regaló papá, pero no es suficiente. No evito tiritar cada vez que sopla el viento, noto como se me agrieta la cara a cada segundo que pasa.
Diviso un pequeño puesto ambulante a lo lejos, pero lo bastante cerca como para poder leer su cartel "Chocolate caliente y churros". Me acaban de alegrar la mañana.
Me encamino hacia allí con paso ligero, necesito tomar algo caliente mientras espero y qué mejor que un chocolate.
Aún recuerdo cuando papá me llevaba a la pequeña cafeteria que teníamos justo debajo de casa. Ibamos todos los domingos para artarnos de chocolate con churros, nos poníamos las botas. Era nuestro ritual, uno de los poc
Allein unter SchwesternNun ist es soweit unsere Eltern fahren endlich einmal ohne uns zu den Großeltern. Wie lange haben wir denn schon darauf gewartet das Haus ganz für uns alleine zu haben!Allein unter Schwestern3 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wer "Wir" sind?
Da gäbe es meine ältere Schwester Julia.
Sie ist 16 Jahre alt hat längeres braunes Haar ist schlank.
Sie ist extrem Shopping süchtig, dass erklärt auch ihre Figur.
Immer auf der Jagt nach der neuesten Mode, wenn sie nicht gerade damit beschäftigt ist mit ihrem Freund zu telefonieren und das Telefon ewig zu besetzten.
Dann wäre da noch Maria, meine jüngere Schwester.
Sie ist 12 Jahre alt. Auch sie hat braunes Haar, dieses geht ihr ungefähr bis zu den Schultern sie hat eine normal Figur nicht so dünn wie Julia aber auch nicht dick.
Sie ist das Prinzesschen in der Familie.
An sich ist sie total ok, wenn sie nicht immer zu unserer großen Schwester halten würde. Aber das ist wohl so eine Mädchensache.
Und ich? Ich bin Markus.
Bin 14 Ja
forests of new SkaiaIt had been a tough night for little Scarlet, she had a tough time going to sleep, what with her father and mother debating all night, and the new baby brother she had now, it was time for her to explore the forest of her land.forests of new Skaia5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
So at exactly six am she snuck out of her house, put on her little shoes and traveling cloak, one reminiscent of her mother, and she was off.
She ran straight into the forest.
She had explored the forest with her father and mother time and time before, but she never did it by herself.
Scarlet had many friends, but none who were brave enough to venture into the forest with her, not even some of the trolls that lived among the humans.
Scarlet wondered what could be here that could scare a troll?
Papa usually says trolls are some of the bravest beings in the universe, Scarlet's Papa had journeyed around the universe to save it, that's how papa met mama.
Papa' s friend eventually went into space with his two wives, mama's friend a woman who's skin which is white as
Being a B(r)other At twelve years old school work was becoming more and more time consuming for young Aziraphael. While reading his textbooks he sat in the grand expanse of the study in the Seraphine household: the home of his fiancé. He often spent his afternoons there instead of at his own house because it was a more suitable environment for studying. All of the rooms were massive and had excellent lighting both through the windows during the day and from the glistening chandeliers at night. The study itself had a wall almost entirely of windows that overlooked the flourishing garden outside, and the sunlight filtering in through the glass was more than enough to brighten the pages of the book Aziraphael was trying to look over before his big test the next day.Being a B(r)other5 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
Aziraphael turned the page. His eyes scanned thoroughly through the words, his expression blank. As much as he loved history as a whole, there were some parts that were undeniably dull. But he had to get through