VICTORIA'S POVHe looked at me with hatred and disgust in his eyes. It was so intense; I was forced to look away. But then I turned back to look at him as well. I was the one who was supposed to have that look. They kidnapped me! Not the other way around. I should hate them. No matter how good looking they were. They took me against my will.I will not be bullied.He didn't speak, and neither did I.XERIS' POVShe gaped at me like an idiot. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide. She realised what she was doing and stared at me. My mask slipped a little and she noticed. I stared at her, daring her to speak, her eyes turned away.That's right.But then they turned back and held mine. She was challenging me.What will become of them?Highest rank #1 - science fiction (21/05/2018)SOME LEGAL STUFF:Copyright © 2018 by PrEsHiShyAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review.
fictophilia -"a desire, sexual attraction, or intense feelings of love towards a fictional character, similar in strength and application of those felt towards real people."bat brothers / short story
I'm fucked, angel.so am i.we'll be fucked together, then. _________________________A JAMES COOK FANFICMOSSYKNEESOCKS
izuku midoriya un niño sin quirk en un mundo donde el 80% de las personas nacen con un "don" es despreciado toda su vida por su madre y hermana hasta el punto de tratar suicidarse tomando el concejo de un amigo hasta que un misterioso sujeto con un expandes verde lo salva y le da un nuevo sentido a su vida le da la forma de convertirse en un héroe pero a un costo el entrenamiento mas duro que aya visto en su vida lo lograra ... acompáñenme y descubran lo aquí .
J has her wolf back. She has a mate, a pack, a family. She even knows her name.Life has never been this good. And yet, she can't quite relax. Her mate, Logan, is sick. He hides it, but she can sense it. Everything he went through...it took its toll, and now he's barely hanging on. *Saf is a solid 80% sure that Jonathon of the Black Oath pack is not her mate. Yet, he keeps insisting she is. So instead, he follow her around like a shadow - but there's a chance - a small chance - that she just might be getting used to it...*Follow J, Cassidy, Leah, Kelsey and Saf one final time as wolf packs from the past and present come together to stop the rogue wolves - and discover who is kidnapping and creating them in the first place.But it won't be that simple - Someone's hiding a secret that could kill them all. *Leah was just trying to do the right thing. She's a healer. Healers heal. So, when she found the injured wolf, she healed him. Of course, the last thing she expected was to find that the injured wolf was the rogue who had attacked J only hours earlier. If anyone finds out who he is, they'll kill him. If Leah can't cure him, then he'll kill her. And not forgetting, that at any second he could go rogue and kill them all. They're doomed.*Final book in the Rootbridge Pack SeriesBook 1: An Alpha's AlphaBook 2: An Alpha's ClaimBook 3: An Alpha's Revenge
[I've got your back, Princess. It'll take a lot more than a bunch of snotty boggins to get rid of me. Especially since I'm someone of such...immense skill. I rose an eyebrow, "Right," dragging out the vowel skeptically, "Because obviously skill correlates to the number of times you've almost died." "I'd like to think so, or else I wouldn't exactly be here risking my life for you," He stopped for a moment, contemplative, "Give me a kiss and we're even," He grinnedI grimaced shoving his face away with a single pointer finger. "Nod."](Disclaimer: Characters aside from the reader do not belong to me; they belong to BlueSky)
[Poem]Drenched in bitter memoirsNightmares killed my desiresFor I am dead to everybodyBut I lived unjustified for my bodyA tragic moment that sets us apartHe lived his life but I couldn't startRain reminded me of my fearsAs it went along with my tearsGrey clouds are never my comfortFor they cry and join my hurtGrey clouds are never to be forgottenFor they masked the trauma that frightenDate started: September 8, 2020Date finished: September 8, 2020Highest ranks:#11 on yesterday#20 on memoir#63 on cloudAwards:Champion in Tila Tula Tala Poetry Writing Contest - English CategoryBest Book Cover in Tila Tula Tala Poetry Writing Contest - English Category
Pewnego dnia jedziemy gimbusem, oczywiście z zawrotną prędkością 2m/h, wysiadam z busa, idę do domu. O godzinie 17 piszę do Marcina że przyjadę do niego o 18, on się zgadza. Wyjeżdżam z domu o 17:30 z racji że Marcin się mnie nie spodziewa o tak wczesnej godzinie myślę sobie zrobię mu pranka, wchodzę do jego domu bez dzwonienia, idę do pokoju w którym na pewno siedzi Marcin. Zobaczyłem coś co mnie z szokowało... Marcin wsadzał swojego 3 cm w odbyt Tiny a ona w tym momencie oddawała cow, pytam się co ty odpierdalasz a on rucham psa jak sra. Pyta a ty ja również i wyciągam z plecaka psa. Po 3 sekundach przez okno wchodzi papaj i zaczyna ruchać Marcina w dupe... W tym momencie rzuciłem w nich psem i wyszedłem.