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It was about 6 PM in the evening, an hour away from the manuscript deadline. You were seated in front of a well known writer. No, an amazing writer who had brought nothing, but brilliance to this world with his meaningful books. He goes by the name of Levi Ackerman.  Being Levi's editor wasn't a pain in the ass or anything, like many previous editors had described. You would even argue that this position was probably one of the most meaningful things that could have ever happened to you. Your partner-in-crime, Eren Yeager, didn't seem to agree with your opinion on that. You two were assigned together to help Levi out when he most needed th...

Reader’s POV Wolf. Your mind screamed at you, beginning you to run. Every muscle in your body tensed at the danger you felt. And yet, your eyes remained locked on the creature in front of you. You did not move. You barely breathed at all.The wolf stared at you, its icy blue eyes boring into your soul. Its tail was straight and stiff, like a branch sticking from a tree, and it kept it’s body crouched low to the ground. You could tell that the muscles in its body were also tense, and you could see some of the muscles in its forelegs rippling. The wolf’s shoulder blades poked up from its back like two tiny mountains. Its ears stood tall, aler...

Everything was prepared, the guests were gathered, sitting in their seats. There weren’t many.You sat in a room off the main, looking into the mirror. You were in your Pooka form, The ribbon your mother had given you was tied around your neck in a nice boy that was off center, a simple white daisy placed by your left ear.Your mother and father were in the room with you, pacing and chatting. Why?Aster had yet to return.You were calm and collected on the outside, but inside was like a volcano. You were worried sick about him! Was everything okay? Was he hurt? Where was he?Your parents were assuring you that he’d be there, thinking more about...

             ((It’s been a while, but I finally found the time to write the fourth part to this series.              Warning: Language))      Ding!       You opened your eyes and a wave of panic startled you awake. Your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting and you realized that your surroundings were unfamiliar. It didn’t take long for you to realize where you were, though. The room was bigger than you were used to by far. The reason why everything looked so dim was because all the walls were painted black and the thick red curtains were mostly pulled over the window. It had the feel of a room that hadn’t been used in a couple of months, thou...

Eliza is six and there’s something unusual about the morning. The day seems to have forgotten to wake up. It’s black outside the windows except the silver pools the streetlights leave on the pavement. She can hear a faint, familiar noise: her parents’ alarm, an ongoing stacatto rhythm that usually ends just after it begins. She goes downstairs in feeted pajamas, one warm thing in the dark house, one pink smudge in the somber white living room with its vaulted ceiling. She sees her mother sitting on the sofa in her nightgown, part of the pale triangles that lace the shadowed room.Eliza stands in the center of the carpet and her mother doesn...