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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
[Chapter 1] No Regrets [Levi x Fem!Reader]
“Hey! You! Get back here!” a plump, middle-aged man wearing an apron yells as you sprint down the street. His words only make you run faster, but as you speed up, you can hear his steps starting to slow until finally, he comes to a complete stop. A string of curses race after you, but his vulgar language doesn’t faze you. All you care about is not getting caught, so when your eye catches an indent in the wall of buildings, and after one final glance back to make sure the man isn’t following you, you slink from the desolate streets into an abandoned alleyway. Sliding your back against the wall, you gulp in some much needed air before you set the stolen bag down, sifting hastily through its contents.
Much to your disappointment, all you pull out are two loaves of bread. You’d been hoping to get your hands on some meat; it’s been a while since you had any, and besides, bread was easy to get - it was meat that people guarded with their lives. Sighing, yo
When You Can't Sleep At Night.She was beautiful, but not in the beautiful ways you might like to think so. She did not have hair that dripped gold, her eyes were not the color of the frozen antarctic. Her lips were chapped and thin, her smile was bent and crooked as his own pair of inquisitive sights absorbed her in like a yellow bath sponge. She did not have a gentle laugh nor did she speak humble thoughts at times. But she was still beautiful nevertheless, despite her imperfections and her cravings to win over a certain hedgehogs gorgeous blue heart.
Sonic the hedgehog thought that she was pretty in the way the shore kissed her pale feet at the seaside, the way the moon hid itself in the curtains of darkness, hiding itself away from disturbing her sleeping form. She was beautiful in the way the wind danced around each strand of her unkempt hair, and in the way she shyly tried to hold his hand when no one want paying attention, in the way the morning air sprinkled it’s goodness through her chest, in th
Steve RodgersX!Chunky Reader- My Compliment
"I still think you shouldn't do it (your name)." You glanced at your friend Natasha who looked worried.
"Why not Nat, it'll be a nice surprise for Steve." You smiled as you flipped through the packet you were filling out.
"No it won't, he loves you just like this; you know that." She snatched the packet from your grasp and smirked at you.
"What the hell Nat! Give me the packet back now!" You stood up making the chair topple over as you glared at the trained assassin who just smirked at you and started flipping through the papers.
"Why (your name), you don't need it you're beautiful already, but if you really want it you'll have to catch me!" She suddenly bolted running down the hall towards the elevator leaving you in the dust as you overcame the shock of the situation and scrambled after her.
You got into the elevator and stared at the buttons in front of you debating which floor she went to.
She wouldn't go to Tony's floors or lab; she still had a grudge on him from last week's poker
Silver X Growlithe Reader Part 1
There was a girl tied to the bed. Not by her hands and legs but her neck. A collar and chain. Her body was covered with a blanket but even threw it you could see how skinny and frail she was. She probably hasn’t eaten for days. The bed wasn’t in good shape either.
The bed was on the floor with no sheets and you could see holes in it, as the blanket. Both were rather old and in poor conditions. Then again it was an upgrade compared to the other cells. Most cells had just a blanket or hay as bedding. She was the last one in the cells here so she was a test subject. Only Arceus knew what he did to these people but she was different.
When I opened the cell she sat up and looked at the ground. Her (eye color) eyes had no life. No desire to live anymore. They were slowly going black like Growlithe’s. Her hair was a mixture of (hair color) and blonde orange like a Growlithe’s. Her hair was matted and had many knots in it. The thing that was noticeable by all means wher
[Shingeki no Kyojin] Final Farewell [Levi]
Your visits became less frequent, until finally, you just stopped showing up to his office. At first, Levi didn’t care; not seeing you every day was actually a relief on his part. The man needed his space, and with you around, he had absolutely no time to himself. With you gone, he could breathe a little.
With each passing day, he saw you less and less, and took notice that you’d gradually stopped following your standard routine. You no longer showed up for practice during your scheduled time, and he couldn’t pinpoint you in your usual location in the mess hall during breakfast, lunch, and dinner hours.
He ignored it, though. You probably just needed your space from him after that small argument. If he needed you, for whatever reason, he would most likely find you hanging around Hanji anyhow.
A month passed, and the corporal was somewhat surprised that during that time-span, he had not laid eyes on you once. He wondered if you wer
Commission: Red X Half Umbreon Reader-You Saved Me
I was camping with Blue, Green, and Yellow. It was my job to get the wood for the fire.
"C'mon Pika I'll need your help to cut the trees into smaller pieces."
"Pika!" Pika just said okay.
I don't know why, but Pika has been acting weird ever since we came to our camping site. He keeps on tugging on my jacket. Every time he gets my attention he points to the left, but why would he do that?
Pika jumped on my shoulder and as soon as he did I ran deeper into the forest and found the perfect tree.
"Pika use iron tail on that tree!"
"Pikachu!" he used iron tail on the tree and it fell to the ground all of a sudden I heard a yelp.
"Pika stop c'mon!"
Pika went to where the yelp came from.
"Pika pi chu pikachu!" (Red come here she's hurt)
She? What does Pika mean by she?
I went over to Pika. What I saw surprised me. It was a girl, but not a normal girl. She had black hair and golden eyes. That's not the weird part. The weird part was she had umbreon ears and a tail. The rings were
Mismatch (Levi x Reader) Part OneAs a part of Squad Leader Hanji’s team (and apparently Hanji’s appointed protégé and/or assistant), this meant that she dragged you along wherever she went, and that meant that you were pretty close to those she usually conversed with, including Commander Erwin, Lance Corporal Levi, and Squad Levi.
These connections had a few pros and cons to it: one of the former would be you being practically best friends with Hanji and Petra, but the latter included Hanji pulling you into her stupid pranks that were aimed at a certain cleaning fairy.
And usually, it would be you that cleaned up the squad leader-scientist’s work.
You sighed as you tried scrubbing the ink off the stone. Once more had the teasing squad leader tried to irk the corporal, and, seeing as the idea of messing up his room came from you, you were the one to clean it up. The rest had been done: his papers neatly arranged on his desk, his bed made and his shelves arranged; all that was left was th
Pokemon Boyfriend Scenarios-How You Met
You were walking around in the Kanto region looking for a battle when a red eyed boy came up to you. Lets just say you thought he was really really cute (Kawaii).
"Hi I'm Red nice to meet you," Red greeted.
"Ummm Hi?" you said quite confused.
"Do you know where you are?" he asked.
"No," you answered.
"I'll show you around!" he exclaimed.
You were going to battle the 8th gym leader. Everyone kept telling you he was hot? Well his fans said that about him. Everyone else you met told you he was cocky, but he was also strong. You were quite excited to meet him.
As soon as you went inside the gym you saw a cute brown haired boy. He had green eyes.
"Are you here to battle me?" he asked.
"Yes," you answered.
After you battled (by the way you won).
"Yes I won!" you yelled.
"But how?" he asked.
"Hello sexy senorita!" a golden eyed boy yelled.
You jumped in the air suprised. A small blush creeped on your face.
"U-umm hi," you stuttere
Fiolee: Bajo las estrellas de greciaCapitulo 3: Nuevos poderes y un nuevo amigo
Marshall vio como fionna desaparecia por las puertas de la sala de espera, y detras de ella los doctores y enfermeras del olimpo, marshall no aguanto más y cayó de rodillas en el piso
Vi como se la llebavan a fionna de ese lugar, me sentia extraño, como si me importara esa chica que hace un día conocia, pero no... eso no puede esta pasando, osea...yo soy Tánatos, soy un Dios, el más codiciado del inframundo, podria tener a cualquiera, pero ese es el problema...yo no quiero a cualquiera, quiero alguien que se haga de respetar y esa mujer que esta allá adentro, podria ser la indicada, estaba tan perdido en mis pensamiento que no me di cunta de cuanto Danna y percy llegaron
Danna: hey!!, oye tu, despierta!!! - dijo chasquiando los dedo en mi cara para qu reaccionara, cosa que funciono
Percy : *suspiro* menos mal viejo, crei que te habia llevado el alma el demonio
Marshall: mi padre
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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