The Curse of the Lions 3 ch8The Curse of the Lions 3 ch82 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Aurora made tea as Preston B. Whitmore came in with some textbooks and said annoyed, "You better have a good reason why you interrupted my yoga session, Dimitri." Whitmore saw Ariel sitting down with Jim and said in wonder, "Is this ?" Dimitri said with a smile as he was sitting on his soft chair, "Yes, she is Mr. Whitmore. This is princess Arielna, the Red Rose."
Whitmore said with a smile, "If I known that Arielna was here, I would've made my special herbal tea." Ariel smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Whitmore." Whitmore looked at Jim and said, "So you're Jim Hawkins, Dimitri's nephew." Jim said with a serious face, "Yes an
as husband and wife"Jean," Fantine whispered, her voice like a prayer, "this is our first sunset together as husband and wife."as husband and wife2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The former convict held his love close to him, but found himself speechless (a rather common state for him to be in).
Fantine tilted her head. "You're always so quiet. You must have a thousand thoughts running through your mind." The Blonde smiled. "What are you thinking about, Jean?"
"The wedding. You," he told her, blushing as he did so.
"Us," she corrected. "It's 'us' now. And it always was."
"Ever since I met you as the timid Maire Madeleine."
Jean Valjean's face turned shameful. "I'm sorry we had to meet like that
Why did this happen to me?Why did this happen to me?2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I was 6 years old. I lived in a small cabin my parents had both built together up in the mountains. I was having the best day of my life. I had spent the day training to be a pokemon ranger like my father. I held his hand as we walked home. Mother would have dinner ready by the time we got back. When we approached the house there weren't any lights on which seemed odd because they were on when we had left after lunch. I stayed closed to my father as we went inside. I took my shoes off to turn on the light but instead I stepped in something warm and wet. I cringed at the feeling unaware of what I had stepped in. My father picked me up and ca