In the future, the Department of Soulmates and Timers gives everyone a timer on their right hand counting down to when that specific person will meet their soulmate. This solves all romantical problems, divorces, fights, and breakups. The world is a happier place. Up until Castiel Milton meets his soulmate. This is a story about love, drama, and finding the best in a person you never thought you would.WARNINGS:This piece of work deals heavily with rape, its effects physically, mentally, and emotionally on its victim(s), and the aftermath of it. Although it does not have a literally have a full out rape scene, it has scenes /right/ before and after, so while technically it doesn't, you could say that it does.It also deals with alcoholism and alcohol abuse, along with drug use, marijuana to be exact, and psychological addiction to it.
This is the collection of all harry potter character's (except the marauders, who's book could be found on my profile) one-shots I've written over time ;)I know this used to be an exclusively the weasley twins one-shots book, but I didn't see the use in creating a separate book for other characters.
The books won't be taken down but I will be remaking the series due to new ideas for characters like Coral, Manta, and Zephyrine.
this is a remake of my previous story love for my killer it's basically the same plot just a different tail being told in pov. With different events leading up to new or similar things. hope you enjoy reading my story
They say familiarity breeds contempt.Whether you subscribe to this philosophy,or not, please allow me to vent.To be different is to be blessed.I mean what if we were all the same,Can you imagine the bigger mess?Imagine much more madnessthan we currently have now.It would manifest exponentially.I mean wow!!I bet you couldn't stay here.No matter the price.And would you really want too?Even to save your own life.The simple differencesthat we fight about.Those apparent idiosyncs.All these things would pale.And we would begin to think.Think about how precious life isand what past truths we might revamp.What Dr. King was basically trying to say is"Were all in the same Camp".A camp that can fold up anytimereminding us of our Mortality.The obvious and the sublime.Because out of sight is not always out of mind! Is what I'm trying to VENT.I hope I got you thinking.While preparing to somedaytake down your Tent
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"She's my mate!" Zane yelled causing both the man and I to widen our eyes. Mate? Is Zane Australian? "No. That's not possible. She's-" Zane cut him off with a blow to the jaw."Get out before I throw you out of the pack." I took a step back from the boys and shifted uncomfortably. "Pack? Look I don't know what kind of cult thing you guys are involved with but I just want to go back to my old life." The man laughed."Babe, your old life doesn't exist anymore." "Don't call her that," Zane growled and pushed him out the door. I walked over to the couch and sat down, holding my head in my hands. "Hey," Zane sat next to me and put his hand on my shoulder, sending bolts of electricity through my body. I quickly stood up and looked at Zane."What was that?" Zane smiled and shrugged. • • • Devina Stavros, believe it or not, never hated her life. She didn't despise the name calling and occasional pushes and shoves. She didn't mind the constant absence of her mother or the fact that the only living being who cared for her was her goldfish, Mr. Freddles. She learned to accept her life. She knew the things people at school and her mother pounded into her head were true. She was just a little nerd. But after a mysterious animal attack at her high school, everything changes and nothing makes sense anymore. The things she's read about in childhood fairy tales and seen on television are all true. Werewolves. Vampires. Witches. Everything.