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Die Eintreibung nach der Austreibung V
»Was hat es eigentlich mit diesem Tribut auf sich?«, fragte Diane.
»Dafür dass meine Dämonen die Menschen in Ruhe lassen, wollen sie natürlich auch eine Gegenleistung haben. Also erübrige ich immer wenn ich es entbehren kann etwas von meinem Erspartem und kaufe ... Geschenke für sie. Dann sind sie zufrieden und wollen niemanden mehr etwas antun. Für eine Weile.« Alex schloss die Autotür.
»Und nach welchen Maßstäben suchst du so etwas aus?«
»Das hängt von vielen verschiedenen Faktoren ab. In was für einer Stimmung ist der Dämon, wer schreit gerade am lautesten und warum, wer bekam zuletzt etwas, etc, etc.«
»Wow. Das kannst du alles mitbekommen?«
»Ich mache das schon seit frühster Kindheit. Natürlich l
Dangerous Liaison's Chapter 1Dangerous Liaison's
-Behind Closed Doors 2017 Series-
Book # 2 Chapter 1
Sequela Estate. Located in the countryside of Tandridge, South East England. The Far away Sister to Grimmauld Place-- what The House Of Black should've looked like before Kreacher let it go to hell.
A different shell on the outside, Sequela Estate held on the inside-- one of the last- Noble House of Black's remaining heirs. Cassiopeia Black herself.
Midnight silence permeated every nook and cranny of Sequela Estate as Cassiopeia crept through the halls. Scowling, she swept down the stairs; the fabric of the black corseted laced robes she was wearing bellowing behind her.
She paused and sighed inwardly -holding her breath- as she heard a faint crack from the distance. That sound was far to similar to the sound of Disapparating. Only few knew where her Estate was, and surely they wouldn't find reason to venture here. Not while the Ministry kept such a tightened eye on Death Eaters and
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Levi x Reader - Never Ending Record(AU Note: For maximum effect, listen to this)
Agile fingers danced over the keys of the Steinway grand piano, weaving a sad but melodious tune that echoed through the large apartment. Midway through a phrase, the playing stopped and the scrunching of paper followed. The legs of the piano bench scratched against the hardwood floor as the player stood up and walked towards the living room, navigating around the balls of paper that were scattered on the floor. Wrapping his coat around him, he stepped out of his apartment and headed outside to face the brittle winter conditions.
A fresh blanket of snow coated the pavements and roads, mostly untouched and devoid of footprints or tire tracks. As he walked, the scrunching sound of his boots sinking into the snow reminded him of the beats of his old songs. Tapping his fingers on his hips, he looked at the all-too-familiar landscape now covered in white. White like the blank slate
Blood on the WallsHer smile was a bit too wide, a bit too cheerful, considering the blood on the walls. My mouth dropped open as I walked into the room. There was blood everywhere, and there she was, grinning, happily, in the middle of the mess. I stood there, staring at her, wondering what had happened in our living room. I was so shocked by all the blood that I didn’t immediately realise the body laying at her feet. I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand, my other hand gesturing at the body. She laughed maniacally.
“What…” I stammered, my finger pointed at the body. The guy was twice her size, he could’ve easily taken her out, had she been normal. She hadn’t stopped laughing, and snorted while she tried to get the words out. “He deserved it! He was rude to me!” her voice high-pitched, almost as if she was excited about the whole ordeal.
“Oh my god…” my voice was shaking, I had no idea how to deal with this. I had never dealt with this
DeliriumDreaming of a world left behind, I can remember green grass looking beautifully vivid in the sunrise, the blades tickling my bare feet while I walked through them to gaze at nature's splendor. Though there were tall bushes towards my left and right, I wasn't afraid; for the blue roses made me feel safe.
Beads of water dripped down from their glowing petals, drying off from the morning dew as I wandered past them, navigating my way through the hedge maze, heading back towards my home.
Out in the distance were some pyramids that were made of sandstone, with moss growing out from it, those were part of the village I grew up in; where I was born and raised; I have fond memories of the people I hang out with.
Some of them are good, like the time me and a few friends of mine scaled the tallest spire I could find, or when we took a dive through the aqueducts deep underground. Admittedly it was a bit harrowing when we couldn't find an air pocket, nearly drowned that day if it weren't for
Please Don't Cry, My LoveIt shattered my heart to see him cry. He was my rock, but now it
was my turn and I didn't know where to start. He trusted her promise
of true friendship and she betrayed him, dropping him in the midst of
his worst fear.
It broke him and I couldn't fix it.
He loved me, something I never doubted and never will. She held his
heart in a specific way; a replacement for something not realized,
and he lost it all again.
It broke him and I couldn't fix it.
And yet, I will remain - my Love.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
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