Without a moment of hesitation, I bolted.
My attacker was as good as paralyzed on the ground, fallen in obvious pain. His muscles were contracting in the residual effect of the electric pulse. He’d be unable to efficiently run for a while. Therefore, I knew I had a much higher chance of escape.
Also, I gained some new information about my attacker. It seemed he was, indeed, a serial killer or pastime murderer. He had raised some sharp metal object to injure me before I turned around, showing he was likely more intent on killing me than taking advantage of me. Along with this more likely motive, his appearance su
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You hated working as a waitress in a restaurant in the Viridian City with a burning passion. Practically all of the customers were rude and blamed you for everything, the other employees talked trash about you, and the overall environment of the restaurant was like the butt end of a Miltank. You had long given up trying to be cheerful, barely managing to restrain yourself from blowing up in front of the customers.
The only reason why you didn't leave was for the miserable amount of money you were paid. It was barely enough to cover the cost for your education (you aspiring to be a Pokémon research
NOTE: In this story, I will be portraying Green with his Pokémon Adventures (Pokémon Special in Japan) manga personality. So, you won't be seeing any Gary/Green Motherf*cking Oak. Enjoy!
You ran away, crying, from your house. Your cousin was roaring drunk, insulting you. His hurtful words echoed within your head. 'Ugly,' 'worthless,' 'stupid.' These words had haunted you for your entire life, as your parents were never home and left your horrid cousin to look after you.
You ran, not thinking about where you were going. Your legs had unintentionally taken you to your friend Green's house. He was sitting on his porch when you ran o
"I want you to be mine" Draco whispered so (Y/N) couldn't really understand what he said.
"What?" (Y/N) said turning around to face him.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Draco asked confidently, expecting her to say yes.
(Y/N) didn't know what to say. Draco had only talked to her a few times in class, mostly to get answers for assignments. She didn't mind giving him the answers, seeing as they were both Slytherins. She did wonder why he wasn't mean to her like he was with everyone else. Now she knew why.
"Well?" Draco asked impatiently.
(Y/N) knew that he expected her to say yes without thinking. That is what any other Slytherin girl w
Norway x Gamer!Reader
"Come on, just admit it"
"Shut it, Dane"
"Nope! Not until you admit it~~!"
"Come on, isn't it obvious he does?" a voice came from the doorframe. It was my little brother's, Emil.
I looked in his direction, and I stared at him, silently telling him to shut up. It's enough for him to have somehow guessed it on his own, but he really needs to shut up about it. He was leaning against the frame, looking over at me and the Danish idiot, and we were sitting in the dining room. Actually, I had been sitting here all along, engulfed in a book and a nice cup of coffee, and he had come to bug me. No surprises
Rare are people who truly enjoy black liquorice. Most of the time, simply imaging such inky treat is enough to bring people to gag as an immediate reflex. Maybe they never even got properly acquainted with it; they just assume the quote on quote 'revolting' flavour is not to their sheltered taste buds.
They are often right, after all.
Though, for those who do appreciate its subtlety, they often proclaim it's their favourite kind of liquorice, as is the case to you for the purpose of this story. Its sharp, tongue-numbing bitter-sweetness caresses soft, tender skin with such care that it can practically send shivers down your spine. And what
It was a Friday night, the moon was shining over the medium size house. Y/n was sitting on at the dinner table with her mother and father. Her father worked at the Ministry of Magic, and was telling his wife about how Lucius Malfoy was acting like a spoiled brat.
Y/n was silent and eating her carrots listening to her father. Y/n knew a little about the Malfoys, she was about 10 going on 11 tonight at midnight. She met Lucius's son, Draco once but it was when her father had brought her to the Ministry of Magic. Y/n remembered it very well. It wasn't a bad memory but it was.....awkward.
Y/n was about 8, she held her father's hand a
Her Chamber Of Secrets
The Goblet of Fire
A few days had passed since Professor Dumbledore had officially announced that Hogwarts was hosting this year’s Triwizard Tournament. In an hours’ time, the whole school would be making its way into the Great Hall to watch the ceremony in which Dumbledore would extract three names from the Goblet of Fire to reveal who would be competing.
You walked down the hall towards the Great Hall with Blaise at your side. It felt incredibly good to have things back to normal. Draco wasn’t bothering you, which meant Pansy didn’t feel as threatened, which in turn left you with n
You sat in the Slytherin common room, reading one of your favorite books, while listening to the crackling of the fireplace.
You were the outcast of the Slytherin house. You loved to read, you hated being rude, and you barely talked to anyone.
So, you kept to yourself most of the time, but there were rare times when Draco would just sit next to you in silence when no one else was around. You two would sit there for hours doing work, occasionally making small talk.
You don't know why he did, you thought he hated you, but you were thankful for the company.
Then one day, Draco walked in looking defeated. He had bags under his eyes, his hair
Her Chamber Of Secrets
Potions N' Stuff
Potions class...man did you love potions class. You enjoyed following recipes, mixing ingredients, and frankly you were really good at it. Then there was Professor Snape, you admired him. It's a shame that he isn't attractive or you'd have a full fledged crush on the guy. You were lost in one of his lectures when a knock on the wall pulled you from your trance.
You turned around only to see a certain fair-haired Slytherin standing in the door way. "Ah, Mister Malfoy, it's nice to see you've finally arrived to class. Why don't you take a seat over there next to Miss (l/n)." He gestured his p