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"RIPPER" excerptWhat follows is the account of Alexandra Kent as she remembers it. The year is around 1820. She and all others present in this account are vampires. The character known as Jack will eventually turn into one of the greatest killers of all time: Jack the Ripper.
She had been heading to the kitchen for a mid morning snack. The house had been relatively quiet save for the monotonous clicks and clacks of the great grandfather clock in the entryway. Every hour it chimed without fail, its featureless face marking the passage of time. The pendulum always swung steady, and she feared that once it stopped the world would follow its example.
But midway between the kitchen and the library (which was a rather long stretch of hall to cover) she had been ambushed by a strange shadow.
Bain pressed her against the wall, whispering in a mock menace that he would kill her if she dared move. Despite herself, she couldnt help but giggle.
Bain! she whispered, You scared me near to de
Lettre D'AmourMon amour,
Avant maintenant, je nai pas pu te dire ce que je re ressens pour toi. Chaque fois je te vois, et chaque fois que tu te parles, mon cur sarrête. Tu es ma joie de vivre. Tu me rends très contente, et tu m'accable d'amour. Je suis tombée amoureuse de toi le premier jour Où nous nous sommes rencontrés, et maintenant, jai le courage de te le dire. Je rêve de sortir avec toi, A la plage. Je rêve de marcher sous les étoiles avec toi, main dans la main. Je veux parler avec toi, pendant des heures. Les temps que ai avec toi, ça ne suffit pas. Il ya une chanson qui me rappelled de toi. Il s'appelLE La Vie En Rose. la voici:
Quand il me prend dans ses bras,
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose,
Il me dit des mots damour.
Des mots de touts le jours,
Et ça me fait quelque fois.
Tu es dans toutes mes pensées,
Starlight LyricMy sun would not shine,
Were it not for your smile,
My warmth, so cold,
Had I not your touch,
My purpose would be gone,
Without you to protect,
I would have no happiness,
Could I not feel your love,
Your essence flows,
In the air that I breathe,
So gently and warm,
My life has meaning,
For that meaning is you,
You are the beat of my heart,
You are my soul,
I love you
Before He CheatsBy this time you begin to think,
Envision things you cannot see.
For come tomorrow you will know,
On whether you were
Right or wrong.
Even now you wonder.
He comes home late,
Excuses, excuses, excuses.
Check his clothes,
Hand over your doubts,
Each day you wait gives him
I Never Meant To Love YouInside my mind…
Every thought blends into
Reasons to stay.
Maybe this was meant to be,
Everything is as it seems,
Never again will we
Talk among ourselves.
Too late, too late…
Over and over we say.
Love is like a tree,
Once it starts it continues to grow,
Veering off in all directions,
Each leaf a moment.
You may not see me,
Or ever care, but somehow I still love you, even
Underneath all that despair.
Moving OnPeople always tell you to move on. A lot of time those people have never seriously been broken. Then again, there are those who really do understand. But these people come in such small numbers that it is hard to tell if they are true.
Truth-such an objective thing, just as everything Is I suppose. Who's to tell us if we are right, wrong, or maybe so far off we may never be either?
There is truth behind everything, just as there are always lies left unspoken. We take upon ourselves the blame, the matter of if it's true or not aside. For we are selfish if we don't; self-righteous and self-centered. But if and when we do take it, we are told that we are wrong, and someone else then tries to take it. It really is a cruel cycle.
For the most part, those little hidden facts could be our downfall, the very thing that makes one see that we were right, that we are to blame. But how can we unveil these things – things that appear at just the right moment – without seeming like we are trying to
FailureI tell you that I failed again,
In the same old light.
Until we stand up again.
In the same old light,
Nothing is what it seems.
Until we stand up again,
We are surely lost.
Nothing is what it seems.
We are surely lost,
With no one to turn to.
With no one to turn to,
I tell you that I failed again.
Truth or DareI always picked dare.
It was the "cool" thing to do. I'd been told time and time again that it was lame to pick truth.
Whoever had pieced together this game must have had no idea what a rite of passage it would evolve into. Late nights at friend's houses – which our mothers thought to be "wholesome" and "good for them" - turned into long hours of pain and misery, torture at the hands of a thirteen year-old.
It was on one of these nights that Daniel Forbes asked me the question, "Truth… or Dare?"
The room suddenly became silent, every other boy held his breath in anticipation. What would I do? Would I take the easy way out and pick Truth, or settle for the consequences of the Dare? It was common knowledge among the seventh grade the Daniel was the Godfather of Truth or Dare. There hadn't been one kid who had walked away from a Dare without tears in his eyes. He was brutal, he was ruthless, and he enjoyed every second of it.
I paused for effect. I could feel every eye on me watching, wai
Hanji's Potion - Levi x Kitty!Reader [Short]
"Come down now!"
"Brat, come down! You will fall!"
Levi was walking on the yard, trying to relax himself from the stress that Hanji's experiments gived to him. But in that moment... another problem that he have to deal with.
"What's happening?" Levi spoke to his squad, that was under a tree, looking up to a tree branch.
"It's (f/n)! Hanji was testing on me a potion, but (f/n) suddenly entered the room and poured over her the potion!" Eren explained, worried. Levi looked angrily at Hanji, who was apologizing herself.
"Well, you have to fix this inmediatly. In three days we will have a new expedition, so FIX IT!"
"O-okay, shorty!" Hanji smiled a little terrified. Eren sighed and looked again up. Petra and Auruo did the same, as Erd and Gunther ran to the castle, searching their 3DMG.
"Now, how is she supposed to be down here?" Petra whispered. Eren looked at Levi. Auruo 'tch-ed', and looked at Levi too. Hanji did the same, and hugged herself in search of protection. "She d
Latin ,eh? (LuciferxReader)Original Imagine: Look in the Description please.
Name: Latin, eh?
Character: Lucifer x Reader
Warnings: mild swearing
(Y/N) ..First Name // (N/N) ..Nickname
You narrowed your eyes a bit, staring at the small laptop-monitor in front of you in displeasure. You made a quick glance on your watch before you let out a resigned sigh and tried to focus on your work again. It was already 11pm but you had to finish your homework until tomorrow in order not to fail Latin class.
You didn't even know why you had to learn Latin…it was a dead language after all. But your teacher insisted on getting three full translated pages of ancient texts until the following day. Not that you would've had time since three weeks and just waited until the last day...
However you tried to ignore the fact that it was your own fault that you had to work through the night now. You translated two and a half pages so far, so you were o
Rq: Sweetness - Vampire!Eren x Reader [Modern AU!]
I held the Hershey's bar, and left the groceries shop. It was a rainy and dark day, so I ran to the park, that was two blocks near to the shop. When I got in the park, I sat on the pale grass, and started to ate the Hershey's bar. It was delicious, like ever. Oh! I forgot! I'm a sweets addict, so anything that it's sweet, I love it.
And I loved the Hershey's bar.
However, the rain was getting harder, so I standed up and walked to my house. The twon were I live is really damn small, and it's near to a forest, so I walked fast as ever. Near to a alleyway, I stopped, because I started to run, and my legs hurted. My hed was exploding, and my eyes were closing because I was tired. And then, I looked at my right side.
An alleway. It was dark, like the park, and the rain didn't helped much the sense of horror that I felt when I saw that guy. That guy. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Let me explain: usually, in that alleyway, some of my nerd clas
Ticci Toby x Reader || Waffles vs. Ice Cream
___ ~ your name
You watched as the waffle lover gobbled up all the waffles in one bite.
“Fatass” you murmured under your breath.
Toby stopped eating and looked at you, managing to pull off a glare.
“Says the one who always eats ice cream in their room 24/7” he yelled.
“Hey ice cream is better than waffles!!”
“Did I just hear what I think you just said?”
You smirked at the thought of making him mad. Oh what fun could that be.
“You heard me boy, Ice Cream is better than waffles are you death or something!!?” you shouted.
Toby stood up and tackled you on the floor, managing to tickle you so you would say Waffles are better than Ice cream.
“Say it __ Say it”
“No please *laugh* I will *laugh* never”
“I guess you like it the hard way” he smirked.
He ran his fingers up to your neck and started tickling you their.
“You monster!!” you laughed.
“All you got to do is say Waffles is be
Ice Cream - Eren x Reader [PoleDancerAU!]
A.N.: People usually confuse the 'pole' like the... um... cabaret thing? But here is a sport. And it's real. There are real championships around all the world. The current Best Pole Dancer's name is Felipe Mendoza, SEARCH IT ON GOOGLE! Or in DuckDuckGo.com (?) However, enjoy the fanfiction thingy thing!
"HEYYYYYYYY!!!!" (f/n) yelled though the gym room. All the people there turned their heads around to see the (height) girl with her hands around her mouth, in a try to amplificate her shout to them:
"What happened?" Armin asked, with a worry tone. (f/n) grinned, and Connie gasped at the other side of the room: "It can't be good, man"
"NO! Connie, we have a new integrant here in the Studio!"
Gasps and emotioned dialogues started to sound all over the room. Like 'is a she or a he?', or 'in what level is that person?'
"Okay, questions can wait. Now, we have to celebrate this! He might be here in... twenty minutes? And I want to have a party here in the Studio!" (f/n) clapp
You promised.... *Child! Japan x Mom! Reader*
~3 years old~
I was looking all around the house.Once I got into the laundry room I started to hear giggling.I smile."Where,Oh where could Kiku be?"I heard that little giggle again."Im right here mama!!!!"I look down to see a little boy with a black bob haircut and the biggest brown eyes come out of the dryer.I smile and crouch down."There you are!!!"He jumps onto me and I hold him in a hug.I smile and kisses his forehead."I love you baby boy.~"I look down at him "I love you too mama"He snuggles into me and falls asleep.
~4 years old~
Me and kiku went out in the park.I kept a sharp eye on him.We played tag."Mommy watch!!!"I heard my little boy yell."I am."I yell back.One of the moms asked a quick question.I looked away for not even a sec.When I look up at the slide He was gone.I looked all around.Out of know where I heard a scream.I ran towards the sound
Pokemon Boyfriend Scenarios-His Fangirls
"KYAAAAAA!!! IT'S REEEEEED!" The fangirls screamed.
You and Red were just walking around the mall food court eating some french fries and tacos. All of a sudden you guys heard a loud screech only to see Red's fangirls. They rushed over to you trying to grab red while you just sat there taking a bite of your taco.
"STAP!" I yelled.
"Hana???" you and Red looked confused at why I was here.
"Fangirls! Red is taken by this fabulous lady," I said while pointing at you.
“NO!!!! RED IS OURS!” they hissed at me.
“I got pictures to prove Red is taken! Here’s one where they shared their first kiss~ Here’s another where they are holding hands, and here’s them feeding each other!” I screamed at them while having a nosebleed. “SPARKS USE THUNDER ON THE FANGIRLS!”
They ran away scared.
“Hana why are you here??” Red asked.
I looked at Red for a minute and wiped up my nosebleed with a napkin. “Mom told me to giv
RQ #3: Gold X Bullied Reader-His Beauty
A girl wearing big black framed glasses walked down the halls tying to ignore peoples remarks.
The girl's name was (name). Under the glasses and her clothing she was the most prettiest girl in the whole school. All the girls in the school were jealous of her beauty. They bullied her out of jealousy. After a month everyone in the school started to bully her.
(name) ignored all the remarks. She walked to her first period which was art. She was the best artist in class and the teacher loved her. Her bullies started to throw paper at her while Ms. Firestone (i don't know) was teaching everyone how to shade and crap.
Once the bell rang she ran out of class to go eat lunch until she crashed into someone which caused her fake glasses to come off and her hair to come out of the weak ponytail.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"Nah it's okay," the boy replied.
The girl examined the boy. He had raven black hair and beautiful golden eyes.
"What's your name?" he asked.
Pancakes? Canada x reader
I was on my way to school when I noticed I was to early.How did I not notice this sooner?!I sighed and figured I would go to Ihop to get some food.It was closer any ways.
I walked in and got seated right away."What would you like to drink hun?"The lady said.I look at the menu."Orange juice please!"I say with a smile."Alright.With that she left.I looked over the menu to see what I want to eat when the bell on the rang.I look up out of inst inked.When i look up I see a boy with violet eyes and dirty blond hair.He had A small curl sticking out as well.I just staired.After a while we made eye contact.I blushed and looked away."Dear would you like to order?"I was pulled out of what you call a day dream."ummm yes...."I look at the menu again."I would like the Cinnamon pancakes,bacon and toast please."Alright."She took my menu and went back to the kitchen to give them my order.
"umm...e-excuse me...But is somebody sitting here?I look up to see it was that boy."N-no....go a head...
The Ultimate ApologyThere is a dull, heavy feeling in the bottom of my stomachthe knowledge that I am a Bad Person. I cant swallow it down, I cant be Normal anymore.
I am not one thing or the other, not fish nor fowl nor good red herring. I am Selfish and Empty and I cant change that.
I think of what I could have with you and then I think of all that I would be giving up. I think of being a Failure. I am heavy with the weight of being wrong, utterly, unfixably wrong. I am wrong no matter what I do.
I am wrong for what I do to youif I were a Good Person I wouldnt tell you how I feel, I would leave you alone, I would walk away. If I were a Good Person I would work on changing myself, I would look at the faults in myself instead of those in others. I would accept the situation as it is and go from there.
But I am Selfish, Self-centered, Self-righteous. I am not Honorable. I have no desire to be honorable, noble, proud. I just want to be Happy. It is a nebulous goal, insati
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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