Black Gold Chapter 21--conclusionBlack Gold Chapter 21--conclusion in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
21 Gut Calls
Abbie, Ashley Lana, Leslie, and Lizzie, with Richie Junior’s and Austin’s marginal help, had drawn the job of watching the children while Mom and Uncle Tim and Aunt Janiece settled affairs about the woman Abbie herself was already secretly calling Grandma. But there had been one other bit of help that hot day… “You’re handling things wonderfully!” Lorelei beamed upon Abbie and her little crew. Abbie and her new friend and cousin Ashley Decker were playing peek-a-boo with Aidenn, Lizzie was playing Candyland with Ella, Lana was tumbling in the O’Doolan yard with Mia and Mikey, and Leslie was playing the part of an entranced audience as bright little Penny read Mother Goose stories to her, all by herself. “A wonderful little family,” she smiled, taking a seat on the O’Doolan porch. “They can be so fragile,” she murmured, thinking on that cataclysmic case which marked
Black Gold Chapter 14Black Gold Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
14 Hot Topics
"Whenever Mother was trying to be kind to me in my youth," Miss Henry twinkled, frankly enjoying the company she was entertaining in her room, "she would call me impetuous. I was applying that adjective to you when you were ten years old, Nancy!" She leaned over toward Dave as far as her frail frame, fairly swallowed up in her recliner chair, would allow. "And I can tell she hasn't changed much. So when I heard she had gone gallivanting to Powhatan without a back-up plan, I wasn't surprised. I'd done that a few times in my own youth! Some of us just should not have been allowed to read Nancy Drew! My mother was one of them; she told me with a straight face that it poisoned young girls' minds. But I was a determined little girl, and Father " she said, enjoying a reminiscent smile"well, he was wrapped around his little girl's pinky finger! I got every Nancy D
Black Gold Chapter 4Black Gold Chapter 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
4 Warning Shots
"You know," Richie snickered, casting a wry eye at Abbie, "I can think of a few times that tying up a kid sister could come in handy!"
"What," Abbie retorted, "and use up some of the rope you'd rather use on"
"I think we need to change the subject!" Abigail interjected brightly, knowing exactly what her younger siblings were about to argue over and wanting to spare Penny and Ella the details. "I think we were talking about Mom tying up a kid sister. You had to know that wouldn't turn out well, Mom! Sooner or later your parents"most conscientiously not referring to them as her grandparents"were going to find out!"
"Yeah," Nancy grimaced, red-faced, "about that "
"I don't know why we're coming along," Lorelei sniffed as she and Mary Catherine trailed in Nancy's wake on the way toward Miss Henry's home. It was a big old house some in town called a mansio
Black Gold Chapter 15Black Gold Chapter 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
15 Run For Your Life
It could have been a scene from a Keystone Cops movie. As soon as the truculent voice pierced the darkness, Nancy and Mary Catherine gasped and jumpedright into each other, crashing them into a tangled heap of each other on the floor. They heard running footstepstried to extricate themselves from each other
"Your mother's ready to reconcile," Jimmy O'Doolan reminded Nancy as she sat on the masterfully-crafted deck. "That counts for something, I'd say."
She spared him a tired glance, then fixed her attention back on the starry sky. Many and many a night a young Nancy Morgan drew solace and calm from gazing at the stars on a warm Stoneville night, and even thirty years after she had last left, those same stars in their midnight-blue setting, the same fresh scent of evening's cut lawns and hibernating flowers, were a calming influence upon her. But the cat
Black Gold Chapter 3Black Gold Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
3 Tall Dark Stranger
"Well," Abbie giggled, "you had a reputation by then as an amateur detective, didn't you Mom? You'd been in trouble with how many bad guys by then?"
"Too many to count!" a smiling face peeked in at the passenger window, and Abbie waved at a smiling Ms. Swickart, also following the caravan and stopping for a second while Dave and Nancy switched seats. "Did you ever tell her about the time you got mixed up with that man who tried to scam the town council into"
"They don't need to hear that one!" Nancy retorted with a red face. Not for a few more years, anyhow
"Anyway, Nance," Lorelei offered, "Remember the old Burgermeister Restaurant that used to be down here above Indian Springs a little? It's still open! Wanna stop for some lunch?"
"Gee, thanks, Lorelei," Nancy smirked, "now I have two teenagers looking at me like I'm a side of beef! I think they've made our decision for us
Black Gold Chapter 7Black Gold Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
7 Secret Rendezvous
The feeling of being torn, divided between competing instincts, was hardly unfamiliar to Nancy Morgan. Her sleuthing life had put her in frequent spots where the instinct to delve deeper into a potentially dangerous mystery conflicted with her desire for self-preservation. But at that moment outside the town hall, the two instincts had never been more sharply in conflict. Miss Henry was waiting, she was sure, keeping tabs on her assistant pursuing such a menial task. And Runt had probably had her eye on the clock from the moment Nancy had been given her instructions by Miss Henry. The library was almost physically calling to her
But there was this boy, this Richie Dwight, his whole being imploring her help. His father, he had been told, had been killed in the Pine Branch blast, the latest victim to be unearthed by the recovery workers. But Richie had been denied his father's bo
James' Cookies“This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.” James muttered aloud to himself.James' Cookies in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He stood in the snack aisle at the grocery store, scanning the shelves in frustration.
“Out of gingerbread cookies...why does nobody have any gingerbread cookies?”
A hand tapped his shoulder tentatively, and he turned to see an old woman carrying a small shopping basket in the crook of her arm.
“Young man, do you have any gingerbread cookies?” she asked.
James turned back to the shelves, bending low to look in the very back; “I’m looking for some myself; Shyla asked me to pick some up-”
“Why don’t you ask your manager?” she asked abruptly, not realizing that James didn’t actually work there.
James straightened with a smile; “Of course! They may have some in the back! Good thinking;”
With that he turned and marched off; the old lady followed close behind, talking loudly to herself.
“Kids these days have n
13] AncientThe Ormon and The Little Storyteller13] Ancient in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Temple of Ormon stood as majestic as it had since it was first constructed so many years ago; the columns and tapestries giving off an aura of peace and harmony that was a comfort to all who came to learn there.
But this day there was something different, something that made the temple seem a place of nightmares rather than a place of wisdom and learning.
The screams were so loud.
A young girl, no older than five years knelt with the Ormon within the temple awaiting the end. The ancient man sat with his eyes closed in peaceful meditation, but the girl could not steady the racing of her heart.
The many weapons of those who had already died lay strewn about the floor around the pair; but the girl could derive no comfort from them.
She had been cared for by the kind people of this land since she had first arrived a week before, and now the sound of their deaths overwhelmed her completely. Even her mother had gone out to fight the forc
1] BeginningsLyric1] Beginnings in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Every life begins in darkness.
In the shelter of a mother’s womb, a child grows in blissful ignorance of the troubles beyond the darkness that envelopes them. They know only warmth and comfort; everything else is a mystery waiting to be discovered.
But while she began in darkness, there is one girl who was an exception to that rule; there was no comfort for her. Her first moments were darkness and silence, with her own name barely a whisper in the emptiness of her mind.
She knew no light; she knew no sound; she knew no friend; she knew no foe. She knew only longing, born from the sense that she had lost someone she had cared for. In the blackness of her eternal prison, that longing grew to envelope her entire being; she wanted only to be with the one her heart craved, though she did not know his name.
Bound and gagged, she could not move or cry out for help; for an eternity she knew only darkness and cold and silence and longing. She had no hope in mystery; sh
09] BalanceRhea Sydney and Chad Rayner09] Balance in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rhea Sydney stood on the tightrope stretching across the stage, swaying gently to correct her balance. Beneath her stood the strong man, Chad Rayner, watching her with a look of derision; she held nothing but contempt for the man, but she knew better than to voice her opinion. Instead she chose to remain where she was, out of his reach and in complete defiance of what she had been ordered to do.
“I said get down here!” Chad yelled, gesturing angrily to the floor next to him.
Rhea continued to ignore him, running a finger pointedly under her slave collar to relieve an itch; Chad wasn’t forced to wear a collar because he was Circé’s special pet.
Chad grunted and grabbed a nearby folding chair, hurling it at her with incredible force and accuracy. Rhea nimbly sidestepped down the tightrope, dodging the chair with ease; she was very familiar with Chad Rayner’s strength and temper. The rope bounced under her move
To Count the Stars"To count the stars." Ah, an oft used analogy in poems and songs to signify a countless total. Love; hopes; ideals; all use this analogy at some point to communicate the vast quantity the rhetorician bears. And in truth, it stands testament to the multitude of stars themselves. Of course, grains of sand are often used as well to mark the same concept, being numberless; but stars have a grandeur that sand lacks. Stars are pure and majestic; grand and reliable; bright and yet mysterious. Stars guide us without fail, while sand so easily misleads.To Count the Stars in Philosophical More Like This
But are stars truly countless? A man of science would tell you that the universe is in fact limited, confined to a finite yet indescribably massive area. If so, than what was once considered endless does in fact have an end. A man of science would tell us that our love, hopes, ideals, all are limited. And he may be right; we are limited beings; we all fall short; we all fail the ones we love. Yes, even our stars go out or fall from the heavens.
A Writer's Research: DefibrillatorsAh, defibrillators; there's nothing quite as satisfying as using violent jolts of electricity to save someone's life. It's almost like magic; someone's going down? Shock him! Boyfriend passed out when he found a spider under the kitchen cabinets? Shock him! Ellis just got ripped to shreds by a witch? Shock him! Then shoot him in the back, and then shock him again! I heard it's recommended that women carry a taser with them if they're out alone, which is cool because if they come across somebody having a heart-attack, they can tase them back to life, right?A Writer's Research: Defibrillators in Articles & Interviews More Like This
While that actually brings to mind some rather epic mental images, it's all a load of hogwash. Like, if you've ever washed a hog after it's been rolling around in the mud (I can't be the only one), that nasty water that you have when you're done is comparable not only to everything you read in the first paragraph, but also everything television and movies have to say on the topic. First of all, the violent jerk that you see pe
27] AmericanJames, Bryce, and Colonel Grant27] American in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
James and Bryce held their hands on their heads as the soldiers marched them through the darkness toward their camp, guns trained on them the whole time.
“Sorry about this;” James muttered; “I saw the American flag on their uniforms and thought it was safe.”
“Well that doesn’t do us any bloody good now, does it?” Bryce responded, knowing there would be a massive knot on the back of his head from where they’d hit him.
“Quiet, you!” one of their escorts shouted, waving his rifle menacingly.
The remainder of their walk was silent as they struggled to keep up with the pace, all the while looking for a chance to escape.
One soldier went ahead when they arrived to fetch the man in charge; soldiers milled about the camp nervously, their faces filled with worry at the sight of the captives.
“Wonder what’s got them so worked up;” James commented, momentarily forgetting the
23] WarJames Garland and Vena23] War in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Vena gripped the hilt of the sword strapped to her waist, her heart pounding hard at the sight of the enemy force spread out across the Plains of War; the heat building up under her armor caused her to sweat profusely, but she had no thought for her own comfort now.
The villainous horde was comprised of all manner of evil; beings of immense power lead individual legions of lesser creatures in a manner that lead to only one conclusion -- they were both organized and united in purpose.
Her gazed turned to her own allies; formidable and courageous in their own right, they held no loyalty to each other. Heroes gathered from across the universe, they carried their own purposes and motivations; they could not stand before such a force without unity.
“Hey Vena!” a voice called out. She turned to see the boy James Garland approaching, weaving his way between the tents toward her. He carried his enchanted blade strapped to his back with ease; it
10] AngerKaya and Pahana10] Anger in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sound of the mad doctor’s rage made Kaya pause in her step; she turned to see him aiming his gun at the white haired boy who had insulted him so thoroughly. Stink-Bug lay against the wall, tossed aside by the deranged scientist in his fit of rage.
Isaac Matthews had also turned in response to his name being called; they were supposed to be fleeing for safety, but Dr. Higgins was proving to be a dangerous obstacle.
Isaac had no time to respond as the mad scientist shot him; he was confused because he’d never had any visions of a death like this. He could only stand and wait for the bullet to take his life.
A blur of motion caught Kaya’s attention; he younger brother, Pahana-who she had come so far to save-had thrown himself between Isaac and Dr. Higgins. He held his hands up, projecting a psychic barrier to deflect the bullet; Kaya’s world came to an end when she saw his barrier fail.
6] DarkJames and Jonas6] Dark in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
James Garland sat by the fireside staring up into the darkened sky; everyone else was fast asleep except Jonas, who was preoccupied applying runes to his staff. They kept silent for a long period of time, each lost in their own thoughts.
That silence was broken when James turned and asked; “Why does the sky get dark here?”
Jonas only paused his work to glance briefly at James; “What do you mean by that?”
James sighed; “I don’t know; there’s no sun, or moon, or stars, or even clouds here. But there are still periods of light and dark;”
Jonas shrugged; “Does it really matter?”
James shook his head, turning back to stare into the flames of their campfire; “I suppose not; most of what I’ve seen in the In-Between doesn’t make sense anyway. But it seems too convenient that there’s a stable day-night cycle where everything else is chaotic.”
Jonas continued working without re
The Rotting Man (Part 1) "This is how you get yourself dead, my friend," the shambling figure in front of me said, its figure barely visible in the bleak darkness of the night. I froze by the wall, too terrified to move or plan anything effectively. I stood there, sweat pouring down my face despite the damp coolness of the night, horrified and recalling how I ended up here in the first place.The Rotting Man (Part 1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It happened earlier today, when my friends and I swapped stories about local ghost stories and legends, with the usual trite stories about vampires, rumours about serial killers hiding inside people's cars, haunted houses, variations of Bloody Mary or some stupid school game where this guy had to chant some stupid verse and perform a certain task and hope they don't get chased by the ghost itself, or some stupid story about a guy hanging out by the graveyard for whatever reason and gets terrorized by restless spirits, stuff like that.
"You guys heard about The Rotting Man?"
The Rotting Man (Part 4) "Man, what's taking him so long?" I complained, looking up towards the stairwell we came from earlier.The Rotting Man (Part 4) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I don't know," Seth replied, looking at his watch. "Let's go upstairs and tell him to hurry up."
"Right," Alaina said, "let's go then."
But as soon as we stepped on the first steps on the stairwell, Alaina heard something that made her stop. "Hold up, guys," she whispered,
her hand blocking us from proceeding. "Hear that?"
"Heheheheheheheheheheheheh," a faint cackling voice came from upstairs, followed by a faint skittering noise, and we stood there, numb with shock and surprise, until the noise became inaudible.
"Oh my god," I whispered. "He's real."
"Did you guys hear that?" Seth spoke up, his face clearly excited by the turn of events. "I knew it! I knew the Rotting Man's real! Guys, this is so cool!"
"You idiot!" Alaina exclaimed. "If he's real, that means Jamal's in dan
The Rotting Man (Part 3) "Hellooo?" Seth called out as he cracked the factory's doors open.The Rotting Man (Part 3) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh, good job, Seth," I groaned. "Alert that thing that we're around, will you? Just brilliant, bro. Just freakin' brilliant."
"Whatever, man," he said dismissively as he walked into the factory, flashing his torch light around. "I want him to know we mean business."
I rolled my eyes. "You mean you mean business, Seth. Let's all shout and run around and get the attention of a some monster, who, by the way, moves really fast, and should I remind you, is a cannibal?"
"Hey, come on now," Alaina said. "There's no need to fight, guys."
"She's right," Jamal agreed, trying not to look to anxious himself. "The sooner we stop arguing, the sooner we can get this over with, and go home and tell people about that it's all a myth."
"It's not a myth, you guys," Seth insisted, his face visibly irritated even in the pitch black darkness of
The Rotting Man (Finale) Upon seeing the shambling figure right in front of me, I froze for a moment, unsure what to do.The Rotting Man (Finale) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Even if I ran back, it's possible that the creature might take a single leap, and attack and kill me instead.
I inched backwards cautiously, trying my best not to take my eyes off the creature shambling in front of me, before I noticed a brick lying on the floor. I quickly picked it up, and backed slowly.
"Don't you dare come any closer," I warned the shambling figure in front of me.
"Why not?" it hissed, shambling closer towards me. "I'm still hungry, I'm always hungry. Only nice human meat, piggie meat, will satisfy me."
"Oh fuck," I thought to myself. I'm screwed. "Wh-why are you hungry?"
"I've always been hungry. I'm always hungry. I've never known a day when I'm not hungry," it drooled, its voice thick with hunger.
"Ha-have you always been thi
Egg's Delight (Human!BunnymundxReader) OneShotEgg's Delight (Human!BunnymundxReader) OneShot in Romance More Like This
~Author's Note: IMPORTANT!! There's a bit of Australian slang ahead that I can guarantee you won't understand lol. So here:
*Bloody oath!: that's certainly true/As mad as a cut snake: very angry/Dog: unattractive woman/Earbashing: nagging/Good onya: well done/Lair it up: to behave in a brash and vulgar manner/Pig's arse!: I don't agree with you/Make a blue: mistake/She'll be right: it'll be alright/That'd be right: accepting bad news as inevitable*
You look up from the pastel-colored confetti to see your coworker Liz pacing towards you fretfully with a box in her arms. “What’s wrong?” you ask.
She sets the box on the table and opens it to reveal an assortment of shattered porcelain eggs. “They’re all broken, every single freaking one of them,” she whines and looks up at you in shock when you laugh.
“You realize the Easter event isn’t for another
Guardian (Male!MaleficentxFaun!Reader) Part 3/EndGuardian (Male!MaleficentxFaun!Reader) Part 3/End in Romance More Like This
~Author's Note: I tweaked the movie ending, just fyi. Hope ya'll enjoy it!! Thank you, guys!!~
The engulfing, heavy darkness is what you come to—not necessarily awaken, but one or more of your senses are applicable—and your ears twitch at the weighted sound of footsteps.
Maleficent…? you think groggily from the swaying motion. I must’ve fallen asleep; he’s carrying me to bed. You open your eyes expecting to see his beauty, yet only see the front plane of your body with your legs strung up. You try to move and gather your wrists are bound upward as well, your head having been secured to prevent your antlers from dragging. What…?
“Hey, it’s awake,” a man above you mutters. Panicked, your senses all vault to clarity as you realize you’re strapped to a pole being carried on the shoulders of two men within a castle. What happened all comes back to you.
“N-no! Release me!” you whimper.
Intoxication (Male!EsmeraldaxReader) 2/2Intoxication (Male!EsmeraldaxReader) 2/2 in Romance More Like This
~Author's Note: Hi, again!! So glad to see you lovely people ~
There was a point in time when you were wary about leaving the countryside for the city, mostly because of the warnings that it was filled with demons, monsters and succubi in human form. Yet as a wing-adorned devil places a wreath upon your head before going to dance with a lobster boiling a chef, you can’t help but laugh. Everything—everyone—around you is backwards—brass is treated as gold, kings are clowns, the pretty are mocked while the priests are charmed. It’s complete blasphemy, but you adore it.
Acrobats tumble and leap alongside men towering in stilts as they toss handfuls of confetti down in a rainbow of flurried colors upon your grinning face. You feel the crowd begin to surge forward to the stage. There, a Romani man dressed in an ochre and purple joker’s outfit melodically summons the audience’s attention, a ge
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 13Slightly’s usual cool melodic voice did nothing to soften the jolting blow to everyone’s nerves as he announced Tiger Lily’s sudden abduction. All of The Lost Boys immediately gathered to their feet, their well muscled bodies coiled and poised for an attack at any moment. Peter’s devil may care attitude that he usually sported vanished the instant Slightly bounded into the room looking about as disheveled and rattled as you had ever seen him. Since the day you met him, Slightly had always carried himself with a graceful composed purposefulness. Seeing his emerald green eyes, which almost always seemed to glow with veiled amusement, now wide and searching as if at a total loss of what to do made something inside your stomach give a violent heave. Slightly was supposed to be the one who kept his cool under pressure yet here he was obviously sick with worry and dread. Just the mere sight of him like that made pin pricks of cold hard fear begin it’s way down yOlder Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 13 in Romance More Like This
Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 3"Tiger Lily," Peter said into the air softly. "Peter, I need to speak to you. It is urgent," said the Indian woman and her voice was rich and sultry. Jealousy reared its ugly head inside of you as you slowly took in the girl in front of you. She was tall for a woman with long legs that seemed to go on for miles. She had on a soft beige doe skin dress that wrapped around her chest and hips snuggly and ended mid-thigh with fringe tassels. She had an athletic grace about her with finely toned arms and not an inch of fat about her. Her skin was bronze as if it were kissed by the sun and smooth without the slightest blemish. She had shining jet black hair that she wore in two low thick braids that hung gently over her shoulders and stopped just past her breasts. But what was most striking about this woman was her face. It was all broad sharp angles and looked like a piece of art. Her jaw was strong and pointed which gave shape to impossibly high cheekbones; the kind of cheekbones celebritieOlder Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 3 in Romance More Like This
Triquetra 3I didn't expect to wake up, I didn't want to, everything hurt. To breathe, to move, to think. But to listen, it's what I could do with peace. I heard footsteps, sometimes talking. I heard shuffling feet. I felt a hand on mine, and lips pressed against my forehead. I felt someone's presence, and another person's presence as well.Triquetra 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Cian, she lost lashings av blud... yer canny expect 'er ter recover in a day" a familiar female voice said and the grip on my hand tightened.
"Aye, oi nu... but 'tis been tree" Cian sad. I wished I could squeeze his hand back, but at that point the pain took over my body again and I passed out.
When I woke up again... the pain was gone, I felt... amazing... but I was stiff. Really stiff. I slowly checked to make sure I had functions over my fingers, hands, my arms, my toes, my feet, my legs, my neck, my mouth.... and then finally I opened my eyes. Everything seemed brighter, much brighter. I didn't like it. Everything looked foreign to... but I knew
Triquetra 1What does it mean to be a hero? Certainly this isn't it. It can't be seeing the pain, the suffering and the heart ache... it can't possibly mean seeing people die every day over something so trivial, something so stupid, that it could have been so easily fixed. Being a hero couldn't mean watching your family slowly destroy themselves and you can't do anything to stop it... being a hero can't mean seeing the one you love die right before your very eyes. Being a Hero didn't mean fame, fortunes and everlasting love. Being a hero didn't mean living the easy life until you died. Being a hero meant pain... pain and suffering for whoever that hero was. Being a hero meant sacrificing yourself to save everyone else. Being a hero meant giving up on everything you believe in because some of the things you see... some of the things you see are so terrible that you give up hope in everything you held dear.... being a hero meant death... something I unwillingly chose to accept the very second the knTriquetra 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Triquetra 2I dreamt of Cian... he was beautiful as always, with his black hair flowing in the wind and his green eyes sparkling like emeralds. He was wearing an old medieval green tunic as well as tight brown pants and Old leather boots... He was holding me in his arms, playing with my long brown hair, looking into my own green eyes. He stroked my face in a way so loving that it made it seem like he'd been wanting to do this for such a long time. If only he knew how fast my heart raced when he did that... then I felt my eyes flutter close and I left my body. I was still there in the field with Cian, but I was watching it... as if I was an unwelcome visitor. I saw my body, frail looking in his arms. My pale skin with scars from the years I lived on the street, and the years from fighting to keep off of it. I was dressed in a simple pale blue dress, that made me seem innocent, my hair contrasted my pale features, it was dark, and my eyes were just as dark. Although I am not Irish, you'd be surpriseTriquetra 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Poor Unfortunate Souls (Prince Ben X Reader)Poor Unfortunate Souls (Prince Ben X Reader) in Romance More Like This
Author's Note: Reader is Ursula's daughter (I know she died before she had kids BUT HUSH IT'S A FANFIC), but Ursula has recently died, so she doesn't have a real family. Jay, Carlos, Evie, and Mal are pretty much her only friends on the Isle of the Lost. Slight, background Mal X Evie!! <33
You frowned when you saw Maleficent ushering her daughter and Mal's three best friends behind her, leading them to a shiny, black car. You stepped out from the shadows, casting a curious glance at Evie.
"Where are you going?" You asked, your voice low and quiet so you didn't attract Maleficent's attention.
"Auradon!" The blue-haired girl responded, and you felt your heart drop into your shoes. What? Why were they going to Auradon?
"Why are you going there? Are you guys in trouble? Do you need me to," You waggled your fingers, dark violet smoke curling from your pale purple fingertips. "Distract someone?"
Evie shook her head, smiling at you. "No, we're going to Auradon Pre
Fire And Ice (Warren Peace X Reader)Fire And Ice (Warren Peace X Reader) in Romance More Like This
Author's Note: Yes, I went with the cliché and made __y/n__ have ice/snow powers, sue me. IT'S CUTE DANG IT
"So, what's up with you and Layla, was it?" You asked curiously, sliding onto the bench beside Warren.
He raised an eyebrow at you. "Nothi-"
"Oh, hey cutie!" Layla said cheerfully as she sat to Warren's right. She twined their fingers together, and you raised an eyebrow right back at Warren, who looked just as confused as you. "I've been thinking about you, and how fun homecoming is going to be."
Understanding blossomed across your face as Will Stronghold, a new freshman and the son of the Commander and Jetstream, walked by with Gwen Grayson, who was undoubtedly the most popular girl at Sky High.
As soon as they were gone, Layla let her smile drop.
"Don't call me cutie." Warren warned, sending a quick burst of heat to his right hand and making Layla hastily pull her hand away.
You noticed and smacked him lightly on the shoulder. "What have I told you about bur
Slave! Lovino x Reader x Slave! Feliciano Chp 4~Feli’s POV~Slave! Lovino x Reader x Slave! Feliciano Chp 4 in General Fiction More Like This
I woke up in the morning and saw that my fratello was still sleeping, he would be really mad at me if I woke him up so I left him to get ready for today. So far I really liked it here, everyone was so nice and when I would make a mistake no one yelled at me. No one hurt me or Lovino while we were here, that made me happy. I was about to slip on my shirt when I caught a glimpse of the side of my back and my face fell for a moment when I glanced over at Lovino, he could be really mean and grumpy but he always defended me. He had been hurt a lot more than I had… I shook my head, no I couldn’t think like that now. I slipped on my shirt and grinned in the mirror, they had also given us both nice clothes to wear while we live here. It was still a bit early so it wasn’t time to wake up ___ yet. I left the room and started to look around the house, I thought about it and around now Rosaline would be making breakfast, maybe she would let me help! I went to
Slave! Lovino x Reader x Slave! Feliciano Chp 71“Is something wrong bella?” Like always Feliciano noticed when something was on your mind, but his question made Lovino look over at you as well it was bad enough when one of them noticed. Well you knew it was because they cared, but the idea of worrying them wasn’t something that appealed to you.Slave! Lovino x Reader x Slave! Feliciano Chp 71 in General Fiction More Like This
“Huh?” You looked up since his voice had caught you off guard, but when you thought about actually asking them you remembered everything before. How Feliciano would sometimes seem petrified and just freeze up, how angry and protective- sometimes secretive- that Lovino could seem. Whatever happened to them scarred them, if they were happy now and were starting to forget that… “Oh sorry I was just thinking about everything I kind of spaced out.” You smiled the best you could before looking around the room, it was nice and it would be good not to have to sleep on the ground anymore and be able to actually rest without too much worry.
My Lady's HoundTitle: My Lady's HoundMy Lady's Hound in Romance More Like This
Author: Phsbarbie (Natasha Poe)
Game: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Characters/Pairings: Blackwall and Female Inquisitor(Mira Lavellan)
Disclaimer: THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS!!! Dragon Age: Inquisition and all it's characters are the intellectual property of Bioware/EA.
I return to the room as quietly as I can as the sun peeks over the horizon, taking extra care not to wake Mira. Though, to be honest, I could probably slam the door without waking her. The woman is a heavy sleeper.
I asked her once how she survived as a Dalish hunter when as soon as her head hits her pillow she's dead to the world. She told me she was their best and fiercest hunter, not their most alert. At least, not while she slept. Whenever they sent her out into the wilds overnight they sent a light sleeper with her.
Sure enough, as I come up the stairs I see her lying in the exact same spot I left her in. I smother a chuckle- no need to press my luc
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It's been almost five years since Jim and I started dating. I can't believe it's been that long! Unfortunately, we're going through a rough patch in our relationship; Jim's always off in another part of the galaxy finding lost treasures and fighting rouge pirates for months on end, leaving me at home with Sarah. We both worry that he's in too deep with his work, but we feign ignorance of such things because we love him. One day, I always tell myself, one day I'll give him a piece of my mind!
I've been rushing around the Benbow Inn cleaning; today is the day Jim returns from his voyage! I'm ecstatic, but that part of me that's just plain angry with him starts to kick in every single time his face or his name comes into my thoughts.
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