She could hear a clicking of a keyboard in the kitchen. The noise had diberikan her dreams of her father, working on his typewriter at all hours of the night while she slept on the dipan, sofa in their tiny two-bedroom apartment in London. Waking to a pounding headache to find herself alone in the dark had sent shivers down her spine. Worse was the ache of thirst in her throat. So despite her reluctance to face the warlock after the drunken outburst she unfortunately remembered well, Ana padded out of the guest room to the kitchen.
LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE Name: Tara Almaraz Reason atau meaning of name: “Queen” (Irish), “Star” (Asian) Eye Color: Brown Hair Style/Color: Blown, worn down mostly Height: 5'7 Clothing Style: Uhm..suave nerd? Best Physical Feature: Hair
LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE Your Fears: Uhmm.....skip Your Guilty Pleasure: Chocolate Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Personal space Your Ambition for the Future: To live...
WARNING: This is violent. There isn't a happy ending. If anda choose to read, be prepared.
“How long has it been?” “Almost a month.” “How is she still alive?! anda berkata she'd be ours within the week!” “Calm down; we underestimated her. But we won't do that again. She has to break soon. Then we can mold her again.” “You better or-” “Or what?! anda don't have any power without us!” “Don't kill her. anda need her as much as I do.”
The boy winced in pain as he was drug oleh his kemeja oleh Nicolette, and a fistful of hair held oleh Kori. Kori seemed to march her way through the watchtower, eyes glued meneruskan, ke depan as she was silent. Nicolette scurried along, her ears tucked low as she waved at people. "Where are we even going?" The boy only stumbled along, taking in the sights around him. He got no answer, but was only pushed along more, this time lebih ruggedly. Fang stopped mid-sentence when Kori and NIcolette entered the room, his eyes moving from one of his children to the other. "Who is this, and why does my daughter look like...
Ana stretched her arms as she sat back in her seat, sighing as she slouched in the tall chair and surveyed the crowded bar. Between the time she had arrived with Callaghan and the time she finished her food, the relaxed makan malam crowd had been replaced oleh rowdy evening drinkers.
There were mostly young adults, couples and friend groups. A teenager in a flowered sun dress cuddled up to a young man in a jean jaket and beanie. There was even a band consisting of a violinist, drummer, and guitarist setting up their equipment in the back corner.
Name: Reyna (Ray-na) Jackson Alias: Hyde Occupation: Translator; vigilante; student Powers: Siren Song, Levitation, Abnormal strength, Wings, Mermaid Weaknesses If she expels too much power, she will pass out. She is not invulnerable to weapons. She can only levitate herself for short periods of time. Skills/talents: She is fluent in sign language, English, and understands animals. History: Reyna was born the daughter of a human man and a mermaid. Her parents met young and married. As time went on, her...
Outside the dinding of floor-to-ceiling windows was a maze of red steepled roof tops. Patches of green disrupted the city scape and, winding aimlessly through it at its own free will, was the wayward Spree. The rain had ceased and rays of sun beamed through the spent clouds to create glittering spotlights on the dark river's surface. Taped to the window's surface just above eye level were polaroid pictures of the city taken from different heights and angles. The river appeared in the montage again and again, populated with boats atau bridges atau pedestrians.
The darkness was pierced oleh the light shining from the open door. A solitary figure stepped into the room, looking around for the object of their study. There was half a detik of fright before they spotted it. A little black ball in the corner. With a soft sigh, he walked closer. The ball moved, weakly lifting it's head as the other approached. It hissed feebly, unable to do more. It had been days, almost a week since she'd been there. And almost a week since she'd had anything but the daily portion of water. She had become too weak to even hold her human form and had reverted to her cat...
The drizzle of rain was cool on her skin. She raised her arms to wonder at the minuscule droplets the same size and shape as the freckles decorating her bare arms and shoulders. Weeks had passed since the events in Venice. This was the first time she had been able to talk her way off the ship since then. The rain drops seemed to wash away the claustrophobia of being trapped on the ship with her traitorous brother and worsening nightmares of her sister. She tipped her head back and the peaceful feeling dissipated.
I cinta this song it actually describes for someone I cinta and suits Ari and jaime totally,they really cinta each other and were meant to be their cinta is endless (srry if i got a little carried away I'm a romantic and just cinta love) .
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HI, i'm alive I swear. Sorry for no updates, work and school has been kicking my butt lately. Plus, I have 0 motivation and only wanna write little one-shots that I shouldn't but I wanna because they're cute. help me.
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