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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
basiliskOnce there lived a basilisk.
He was lord over all the serpents not even the great sea serpents would challenge him for he bore in his blood a deadly poison. A single drop could soil any lake, poison all manner of beasts for miles around, cut down the grandest of forests, and drop the eagles from the skies. No beast dare enter his lair. None even drew close for fear of his poison blood, and his deadly stare, and for this reason Basilisk lord over all the serpents was lonely.
For years he wept his deadly tears under the shade of an old oak which quickly died from him being there. He mourned for all the beautiful creatures his breath had choked and pitied those who had watched their families fall to his deadly poison, for even drinking from a stream would draw the toxic infection from his lips, making the water undrinkable for anyone but himself.
He could not bear the thought of destroying so many lives so carelessly. He often asked himself, what calling would suit such a horrible creatur
No Wings on Daddy The two little girls giggled, wiggling and squirming till they were both sitting and in place. Bright blond curls and almost pink-red, wavy hair fell into almost identical faces as they looked at each other, grins on round baby faces.
The sisters sat side by side, the grey-blue cotton material bunching around their legging-covered legs. They had to clutch the collar of Daddy's shirt and lean back against his neck so that they didn't tumble down yet. Still gleefully grinning, Melody looked over at her sister when she heard her start to count. Suddenly getting an idea, she reached out and grabbed May's hand.
"Let's go!" Melody squealed and leaned forward.
She didn't hear her sister squeak in protest at getting pulled, but moments later, both of the little girls were laughing as they began their slide down. Melody had been the one to suggest trying to fly up onto Daddy's back, and had started their new game when she hadn't landed like she wanted to; her small wings had g
The Lives We Lead (PART 9)
Mikey watched as next to him Leo turned off the car. Leo’s entire body told Mikey that he didn’t want to be here. His eyes were downcast, his shoulders were slumped forward and his movements were slow as he turned to look out the window at the large church that the funeral was being held in. moving slowly, Mikey reached out to touch Leo’s arm, making Leo turn to look at him.
“hey……are you ok?”
Leo was silent for several moments before speaking.
“when I was a kind my mother used to tell me……..she wasn't very religious. She told me that the bible was a story; and that each person who read it could draw their own conclusions about it. she…….she had a favorite line; Forget not to show love unto strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”
Leo broke off as small tears began to form in his eyes. But he forced them back, wiping them away before continuing.
Words Of Healing (PART 1)From his corner of the room Leatherhead watched them. he’d followed them to their lair, continuing to carry Mikey in the bundle of blankets. Once there he’d been led into a room, Donnie’s lab; where he’d lain Mikey out on a table for Donnie to examine. He growled at Donnie, as the purple turtle had moved to touch Mikey. It wasn't an aggressive growl but a warning….. And now he watched. His eyes taking in everything as Donnie examined Mikey’s leg and shell; Donnie’s face becoming more and more worried the long her examined them.
Donnie’s voice shook as he looked to his brothers who seemed to know just badly Mikey was injured. Leo stepped forward, putting his hand on Donnie’s shoulder.
“Tell us what to do Donnie. How can we help?”
Looking back at Mikey Donnie took a deep breath before speaking, giving his brother’s directions to gather the supplies he would need. Taking another de
Wishful Thinking (Chapter 3)
If anyone were to call me a social, exciting, or fun kind of person…then they’d be wrong. Well, maybe not wrong, but these facts are unproven. I tend not to interact too much with others. I’m an introvert…I feel safest and most independent when I’m given space. It’s not that I don’t like other people and I too get lonely…but I just don’t like the feeling of other people breathing down my neck. I’m still polite to others and I still try to be kind to other people, but I usually keep to myself, and that’s just he way I am.
So you can imagine what kind of trouble Sapphire has been for me.
“Master, are you well?” She asked me for the third time that morning.
“How many times do I have to say it?” I asked in exasperation “I’m fine, Sapphire.”
“But you do nothing but sit and stare at the tel-e-vis-ion.” Sapphire moaned. “You act like a statue…unmoving.” She
The Amber Room Mystery: Chapter 1Hannah Duffy pushed open the door to her room at the youth hostel. The 20-year-old redhead from Ireland was exhausted; the trek from the train station to the hostel had been longer than expected. She walked in, placed her backpack neatly on the floor at the foot of the nearest bed, and then collapsed on top of it.
A moment later, her traveling companion, 19-year-old Katrin Weber, stumbled into the room, and looked over the two remaining beds before plunking down on the one nearest the window. The blonde German girl wasted no time in slipping her feet out of the three-inch open-toed heels she had been wearing.
“Ugh,” she moaned, “my feet…are killing me…” She stretched her legs out, happy to give them a rest.
“I told you, Kat,” Hannah rebuked her, “that comfort is more important than fashion. But no, you never listen!” She slipped her hose-covered feet out of her blue sneakers. She reached dow
Royal Road Trip - Chapter: 30
Kai was sitting in the lobby when Gerda came rushing in. "You, are not going to believe this!"
The older servant chuckled, "I've seen a snowmonster attack the kingdom and take you hostage while a man in drag tried to talk him out of it. Try me."
Both he and Gerda joined a crowd looking out over the fjord. "I don't believe it.", said Kai with widened eyes.
A ship could be seen sailing into harbor with Elsa, Anna, and the others waving to applause. Upon docking, Anna ran down sighed, "Ahhh home sweet home."
"You and me both.", replied her sister.
"PRINCESS ANNA! QUEEEEEEN ELSA!", scolded Kai as both girls cringed. "You'd better have a good explanation for this prolonged absence! Anna, you asked for trouble, but Elsa, you should no better as queen."
Elsa stood tall. "Kai, as queen it is my duty to protect my family and the people of Arendelle. My sister did indeed ask for trouble...and it answered." She glared at Anna while she pouted. "And no one was going to save her
THE LIVES WE LEAD (CHAPTER 10)CHAPTER 10
Mikey watched as Leo shut off the car’s engine before slowly turning to look out the window at the house in front of them. Mikey’s eyes scanned the slightly faded blue paint, the rose bushes that could do with some trimming, the windows which were covered in dust but were otherwise in good condition. The white fence that surrounded the front yard was well kept up, only in a few spots had the white paint flaked or chipped off. Slowly Mikey reached out to touch Leo’s hand.
“Leo……are you ok?”
He watched as Leo swallowed before speaking.
“My mother loved her rose bushes. After she died…….I tried to so hard to keep them alive. I watered and weeded them and worked until the thorns had cut my hands till they bled……but no matter what I did they just kept dying……I…..”
Leo broke off as he shifted to grip Mikey’s hand, his voice quivering with emotion as he continued to speak.
Royal Road Trip - Chapter: 22
Chapter:22 Olaf's Stomach Surprise
Emily fluttered over the scorched plains as Jewel and Elise trailed behind. The fairy huntress carefully examined the gravel and plucked a clump of black hair covered in frosty ooze. "It's Quinn's.", she declared.
"Oh, I hope she's alright.", worried Elise.
"Come on, girls.", laughed Jewel. "This is Quinn we're talking about. She's as tough as nails!"
Emily sighed, "I sure hope you're right. I've picked up her trail. Let's move."
Prince Michael trudged down the winding mountain paths. "I sure hope we're going the right way."
"Why don't you ask the mirror again?"
"Right!" Michael held up Belle's magic mirror. "Show me Queen El-" He was so busy looking at the mirror, he tripped on a stone and tumbled off the path! "Saaaaaaaaaa!"
Michael felt the mirror leave his hands as he rolled to screeching halt on the ground below. The prince slowly stood up, rubbing his sore spots. His heart stopped at the sight of where he'd landed. He stood in front of a tiny e
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
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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