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.:The Royal Life chapter 3:.My eyes drifted open to the sound of a heart thundering against a rib age of the man who was sleeping beside me. Thud, thud, thud. It echoed in my ears and I moved to burrow myself deeper into the crook if his neck. Soft groans escaped my lips. I was aware of the time and it was the earliest part of the morning, dawn, too early for me to be awake. Thor had just come to my bed chamber not even 2 hours before this and we were laying in each others arms.
with a yawn I stretched and skillfully moved out of the sleeping man's grasp and onto the ice, cold floor. While wrapping a cloak around me I slipped out the door and down the hall. Surely no one but the maids were up at this time, and surely they would make me something to eat. My stomach wrenched at the thought of food. How long has it been since I had eaten. A couple days? A week? Thor and his mother had been keeping me so busy with planning the weddings for my sister and I that I hadn't even had the slightest thought about food
The Royal Life.:Chapter 2:.Adeleena's P.o.v
There I was standing next to Thor in the dimly lit room. He had changed from his armor and into black loos pants that hung below his hips. His long golden hair was tied behind his head and his strong set jaw was stuck in a frown. This was my first time with him in silence, but he was making me speechless. I pushed my weight from leg to leg uncomfortably in my white nightdress that hung loosely over my knees and was trimmed with lace. The silk smoothly moved over my naked skin as I fidgeted uneasy. My feet were bare as I calmly stepped to him. My eyes looked over his muscular features. He was strong and handsome. Any woman in this kingdom longed for him ,but he was mine, though, he didn't love me and I knew it.
Our marriage was arranged since the day I was born as a peace offering to Asgard from our own realm. I was to marry Thor and my sister was to marry Loki, it was destined for us wih no way out. The four of us, we all grew up together making small visits but
The Royal Life. The newborn gazed up at him with the biggest, purest white eyes that he had ever seen.To him she was beautiful, a breathtaking sight. "My princess," He whispered. "My first born." He wrapped her up into the finest silver blanket he could find. The infant being just under an hour old made soft noises as he held and rocked her steadily. She had not cried yet and was the calmest of any other baby in the kingdom. "She'll break many of hearts someday." He steadily said to his queen.
His wife had been laying in the bed since the delivery, smiling and watching him hold their new baby girl. "She will be a wonderful queen, along side her king one day ruling this kingdom" She whispered. He laid the baby gently by her side. "Odin will be proud to know that his prince now has a princess."
"Indeed my queen." And with that being said he left to attend to his work.
Made of Glass 2Chapter 2:
"Well what was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to turn away? Renee she just showed up on my doorstep." Charlie was on the phone in the other room. "We knew this was going to happen someday, but I didn't know it would be so soon as to 15 years later, almost 16." He pauses. Renee is saying something. "Well! I thought it would be sometime when she was 18, or at least in her 20's. She looks like she has been beaten senseless." He pauses again and I try to turn my head just the slightest bit, trying not to make it obvious that I am eavesdropping. "I just don't know how she got here." I can hear him sigh, this was a really bad idea. I should bolt. If I wasn't so shaky I would, but my knees are so weak. I probably wouldn't even make it two blocks down the road, and besides the storm has gotten worse. "We can talk about this later, I don't know what I'm going to do... I'll try to make her comfortable for the night and contact her parents tomorrow." He puts so much emphasis o
Made of Glass 1Chapter 1:
I made it. Seven musky hotels, and three sleepless nights in a park brought me here, but I made it. The house is simple, but in my own mind I think it's magnificent. With each step I take I get dizzier and dizzier. The stairs are a challenge, but the knock on the door. That's the worst. I bring my pale hand upward, pull it back only to reach upward again. "Can I help you miss?" A voice behind me. It's a man. Slowly i pivot on my right foot to look. A man confined in a wheel chair is looking up at me, and a boy with hair as long as mine stares.
"I-uhum-I was just looking for um-Charlie Swan." I give him a questioning look, maybe this is him, maybe I have a brother, but why would they keep him instead of me?
"Well sweetheart," The man starts. "He must be inside watching the game on his new flat screen, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you came in with us." The boy starts pulling him up the stairs. When he reaches me they both extend their hands. "Billy Black. And this is my son Ja
Runnaway Love I run down the hallway as metal objects tear at my clothes, but I keep pressing on. What I wouldn't give to get out of here. My eyes have already adjusted to the darkness, but the passageways are littered with trash, turned over tables, thrown chairs, and broken windows. It is early in January, and the cold air surrounds me in a thick blanket. I stop for a moment. I have reached a dead end, and instantly I shiver. The light flickers above me, sometimes casting an eerie glow. My arms instinctively wrap around myself trying to keep warm. My small jacket doesn't do much help. "Sam," I call out his name. My voice cracks and the light goes out. The moon casts a silver glow through the barred window and rests on my back. "Sam!" I feel so alone; so scared, I have nowhere to move because I have just come from one way, and the only way out is barricaded. But I can't, go back out into the open. That thing is chasing me. It runs leaning to the left, arms hanging down
Hitting the road-TG Caption
Danny pulled into Jackson's driveway. He shut off the car and opened the door. “I'll be right back, I'm going to go get him.” Danny said to Tyler who was sitting in the backseat eating a Twizzler.
“Alright,” he said munching on the red string. “Can you leave the radio on though?”
Danny put the key back into ignition and turned it to the radio setting.
“Yeah, I'll be back,”
Danny closed the door leaving Tyler in the car. Danny walked to the front door and knocked. He waited for a second then opened the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Styles, I'm here to pick up Jackson!!”
The living room TV was blaring the Spongebob theme song. Jackson's little sisters were sitting on the rug watching the intro. One of his sisters, Jenny, caught Danny walking in.
“Hey Danny!” She screamed.
Danny's other sister Jessica turned and joined in as well. “Hey Danny!”
Danny smiled and waved. “Hey Jessica and
Words in hugs and cuddles
Hey loved it when Donnie and he would cuddle. Yes they were older now, with Donnie being 11 and Mikey being 10. Yet somehow he still enjoyed the feelings he got when Donnie and he would huddle against each and cuddle. To feel Donnie’s arms around his shoulders holding him, shielding him, keeping him safe. It filled his chest with warm and happiness. It made him giggle and shift, trying to get Donnie to hold him tighter, while Donnie would giggle and do just that; wrapping his arms around his little brother even tighter.
“I like Donnie hugs.”
Behind him Donnie squeezed him a little tighter, while leaning in to nuzzle the side of his face. “and I like giving them to you.”
Again he giggled; this time from Donnie’s warm breath which tickled his neck and made him squirm. Making Donnie lean in and begin to tickle his sides.
Mikey squirmed, twisted and writhed. Doing his best to get away from h
yandere!Bertholdt x reader: Devil's spoke INTRO
By now, someone should have rousted you from bed and thrown you into training. The scratching of your nails on the mattress brought you out of your slumber. Softly groaning, you forced your eyes open and rubbed your face, everything around you still quiet. Your fingers tapped the headboard that sat against the wall, and your eyes scanned every detail of the bunk above you as your mind tried to wake up enough to consider leaving your sheets. The absolute silence reminded you that no one else could be awake. There were snores, peaceful sighs and tossing and turning. You almost missed the sound of heavy boots stomping down the hall at night, your father never practicing the art of not shaking the house as he walked. A rather obnoxious sound, really, but a sound at least.
At last there was a noise other than yourself. You heard the bed springs above you creak and you looked over to meet blue eyes. Annie, the girl that slept above you, was leaning over the side of her mattress; her upside d
words while sick
Mikey watched as in front of him Donnie coughed for a moment before letting out a gentle wheeze. “sorry……can't play……today.”
Mikey shook his head, “Downy be better.”
As he spoke he leaned over making sure the small blanket that was draped over his older brother covered as much of him as it could. Under the blankets Donnie smiled weakly. “I’ll…..be ok…… need rest.”
Behind him Mikey felt Leo and Raph shift, “we leave you now Donnie. Get better.”
Donnie nodded and closed his eyes, doing his best to draw in deep breaths but only succeeding in making himself cough more.
Mike felt his brother’s touch his shoulder, trying to get him to follow them out of the room. But he ignored them, shrugging off their touches as he moved in closer to Donnie. “help?”
Donnie opened an eye and looked at him. “m…Mikey?”
Mikey nodded, “how help?”
Donnie smiled wea
The Lives We Lead (CHAPTER 7.5)CHAPTER 7.5
Slowly Donnie woke, blinking as he slowly sat up. looking across the room he bit his lip. Raphael had shifted, he no longer lay under the covers and blankets but instead sat sitting on top of them. he’d pulled on his underwear and pants with his shirt slung over his shoulder, while he held his head in his hands. As Donnie watched Raph's sides shook slightly. “R….raph?” Donnie’s voice made Raph flinch slightly, yet still the red turtle turned a little to look at him with one eye. “oh……sorry…….I…….I didn’t mean to……….wake you.” Sitting up a little more Donnie made sure to keep the blankets around his chest and neck; there was no need to remind Raph of what had happened the night before. “raph……..are you…….ok?” he watched as Raph took another breath his sides shaking. “I………I……….” h
The Gatherer of TwigsThe flames don’t burn. They itch... as week old tattoos often do. A wildfire of orange and gold crawls from my ankle to my knee, my left leg engulfed forever. I’ve been branded by a demon, its soul sinking into my skin like enchanted ink.
This happens every time, I carry one mark for each soul I have reaped. My right forearm bears a feather from a Phoenix, there is a lone wing in blinding white that takes up half my back from the only Angel I've ever taken. Vibrant cerulean and jade scales swirl around my neck like a collar- those appeared after a pair of Selkies. A tangle of hissing snakes wrap around my left thigh thanks to a nasty, ancient Gorgon. I also have waves on my ass cheeks from a snarky Leviathan and a zombie Chihuahua dressed in pink on my left bicep from an even snarkier Hellhound.
I am a reaper, guiding the souls of only supernatural beings to the afterlife. I am not Death. I do not wear a hooded cloak or carry a scythe. Death is a cranky bastard and ri
Paperthin Hymn: EpilogueChristian stirred the vegetable mixture in the skillet and lowered the temperature to a simmer. The savory smell still carried into the office/studio space in the room adjacent, where boxes were currently stacking up slowly but surely. The windows were always open at least an inch or two these days. More, if the weather was permitable. Angel statuettes were gathered up in careful hands and wrapped up in layer upon layer of tissue paper. Despite their falling out, Natasha had come through with those clients who wanted his work. It was a huge blessing that one of them happened to fall in love with his angel series and rush order nearly half of the entire stock. He was in a good mood. Today was a Thursday night. Cadence said she would come tonight.
Humming to herself, Cadence folded her wings and easily landed on a windowsill. She breathed a soft, contented sigh as she looked through the window and smiled. It was impossible to stand here and not think of the rainy day she had first stood
Made of GlassPrologue:
How can someone that you have known all your life, suddenly become a stranger? How can someone you love, lie to you so easy? How can I be so gullible? I believed them! I trusted them. I loved them.
My veins fill with rage as I sit in my bed. The tears and sobs have been long over, but I feel so much pain. I have a physical ache in my chest and I shiver. How can anyone be this broken? How can I be this broken?
The paper is out in front of me, but I don't look at it. I don't want to know. I never want to know. Ever. "Renee and Char-" I hear the shattering of glass. A flashback.
"You cold have told me! I have lived my entire life in a world of lies!" I remember screaming that at the top of my lungs, then storming out of the room. Not one person can understand the way that I feel right now. How can you stand to hear your parents just openly tell you that you don't belong to them after fifteen years? How can they say that you never did? How can you just wake up one morning a Berko
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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