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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
Jeff The Killer x Reader - The Knife Game
(y/n) – your name
You were walking in the kitchen to grab your self some grub. As you reached the refrigerator you heard Jeff stabbing the table.
“Jeff why are you stabbing the table?” you asked
“ (y/n) I’m not stabbing the table… I’m playing the knife game”
You heard of the knife game before but never really bothered to play it. It was stupid to even begin with.
“ (y/n) you wanna play?” he asked.
“ No I’m not stupid like you“ you said in a concerned way.
“ I might be stupid but at least I’m not a chicken”
Immediately after Jeff called you stupid, you began going bizarre.
“ Fine ! I’ll play your stupid little game & I’ll admit I’m not a chicken”
You grabbed the knife, put your right hand on the table, separated all your fingers so they would have spaces between them, & started the game.
Oh, I have all my fingers
The knife goes chop chop chop
If I miss the space
Alfred X Reader- 'Special Egg'
You sighed in frustration as you continued to look around your yard for this so called 'special egg'.
You were currently bent over and scurrying around the yard like a chicken looking for some feed. Your boyfriend Alfred was leaning against the giant Oak tree smiling at you the whole time.
Yes, it was Easter the time of the year for chocolate bunnies and eggs filled with sweet treats.
Alfred Jones, being the childish guy that he is decided to hide some eggs filled with candy for you to find which you did until he said there was a special egg that had to be found and that it had something important in it.
So far, you spent an hour looking for this damn egg until you spotted something colorful in the hole of the tree next to Alfred. You quickly scurried over to it and snatched it up as your glare rested on Alfred who was laughing.
"Are you serious!" Your red, flushed up face was in Alfred's as he only chuckled and patted your shoulders.
"I'm sorry babe, I couldn't resist but at least you
Bucky x Reader : : HaircutBucky x Reader
She thought he couldn't hear her. He could. He heard her every footstep as she silently approached him. She was trying to be sneaky, that much was obvious. She failed. So bad. The only reason he didn't interrupt her little 'stealth mode' was because he wanted to see how long it took before she gave up and because he found it entertaining.
She managed to get behind the couch he was lazing on. As she raised the scissors in her hand, he called out.
"Don't even thing about it."
After the failed stealth mission, (Your Name) tried a different approach. She instead wrapped her arms around his torso tightly while trying to convince (bribe) him into getting a haircut.
"Pleeeease," she begged for the utmost time.
"No." he replied in his deep husky voice. His resolve was strong, but (Your Name) felt that she could break him. It was only a matter of the right bribe.
"I'll be nice to you for the whole week."
"I'll do you
[Special] No Regrets [Levi x Fem!Reader]
“Come on! We gotta celebrate!” Isabel announces, grabbing your and Levi’s wrists and pulling you both towards a nearby restaurant. Farlan stands not too far behind her, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Isabel, I know you’re excited and all, but we don’t have that much money and-”
“Big whoop! We’ll be long gone before they can catch us,” again, she dismisses Farlan while at the same time, placing that focus on Levi. “Please Big Bro? Just this once?”
Levi looks unamused, but he says nothing. Isabel grins, taking his silence as a yes.
“It’s settled then. Come on, [First]! Tonight, you and I feast like queens!”
The table is small, but it’s big enough to fit your group. Since the two chairs facing each other are occupied by Farlan and Isabel, you sit beside Levi and watch as Isabel happily wolfs down her dinner.
“Slow down, or you’re gonna choke, idiot,” Farlan grins, dropp
[Chapter 6] No Regrets [Levi x Fem!Reader]
You fist the covers and pull it over your mouth, shivering. The cold is starting to seep through the blanket, and despite your body forming a ball, it’s still cold. You let out a huff of annoyance, and your eyes shoot open. Isabel is resting peacefully beside you, and Farlan has his back turned to her. The steady rise and fall of his shoulders tells you that he’s sleeping as well.
If only I could sleep insouciantly like them. You muse to yourself, turning so that you are facing away from them. You expect to see Levi’s back, but you are met with nothing but the rumpled sheets where he once slept. Gingerly, you roll onto your stomach and scan the area for any signs of the dark-haired male. He’s nowhere in sight, so, as carefully and as quietly as you can, you leave the safety of the blankets and trail outside.
You are met by the shine of the moon, and you pause for a moment to admire the beautiful, silvery orb. The longer you watch it, the more you forget w
Knock-knock! [Director!Dave x Actress!Reader]
You decide to;
Knock gently and enter the office.
Knock, knock- SMASH!
The female widens her eyes and blinks few times, like if that would help her to make sure of what she has heard. She knocked on the door of the director's office and then she heard something fall and break. What could that ever be?
The actress waited a bit, yet no-one answered and opened up, she tugs on a lock of her (h/c) bangs then pushes it behind her ear. She turned her back to the door and when she was about to leave she heard the door unlock and yet slowly open. She stopped dead in her tracks no more steps to be taken but backwards, she turned around. And when she did, her (e/c) widens.
A dream this must be, she thought, in front of her was some kind of a twin of Dave's, yet, taller and more handsome... in her opinion. I mean the male does have a white-blonde hair, strong jaw line, high cheek bones, sharp nose, thin soft looking lips and eyes that were covered with some kind of
[Attack on Titan] Letting Go [LevixReader]
He always knew that after what conspired between the two of you, there was a small chance for you to find someone else to replace him as the object of your affections. He was able to convince himself that this was for the best, not just for his safety, but for yours as well.
After all, he’s a soldier and he’s seen the destructive force of love when intertwined on the battlefield.
He just didn’t want the same to happen to you.
He didn’t want you to lose him.
He didn’t want to lose you.
So his answer to you that day was:
It hurt to see your face cringe the way it did when you heard his answer, and it hurt even more when you walked out his door. But he did nothing to stop you because this was his resolve; this was his promise to you. He wanted to be able to secure your safety. He’d rather live knowing that you hated him than find your dead corpse hanging off the branch of a tree or, worse yet, in the jaws of a Titan. He’d rather
RomanoxReader - I (Love)Lovino merely stared at _______ and her boyfriend, Gilbert. He knew, from the ways she smiled at the Prussian, that her feelings for him were fake. The only problem was, she didn't have the guts to break up with him. And, it was really stressing Lovino out.
'Just leave him, ragazza. I can't fucking wait forever.' Lovino thought. He had been in love with ______ for God knows how long. And, she was either incredibly stupid, or had other things to worry about, because she ignored the obvious signs that he liked her.
With a sigh, the Italian went home. As soon as he got home, he looked at a piece of paper that he kept under his pillow. It was a song he had written around three months ago, when ______ started dating Gilbert. He was so focused on the paper in his hand, that he didn't notice his door open.
"What are you reading, fratello?" Feliciano asked. Lovino looked at his brother after jumping out of shock.
"Nothing! What do you want!?" Lovino yelled. Feliciano looked at the piece of pap
Gold x Reader x Silver. My Heroes.
There’s no looking back once I take this step on the boat. Should I stay? But there’s nothing here for me anymore. I guess I should go. Goodbye Gold, and Silver.
A slight breeze blew through my hair, and I just looked at my feet as I remember the day I met the two. Back then I only had my (Johto starter) as my only friend, however all the other kids made fun of me, or they were my fake friends, like this guy named “Damien.”
“We dare you to go in that building over there.” Damien said as he pointed at the Burnt tower in Ecruteak city.
“B-but, it has ghost pokemon. Y-you know I’m afraid of t-t-them…..”
“I guess someone is Chicken. Bock bock bock.”
“Well then go in there.”
I started to walk towards the doors of Burnt tower with them snickering behind me. I took out (Johto Starter)’s pokeball, and he
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
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