"As the young earl strolls slowly towards the window, he finds himself contemplating. He's never been one to deny it; the necessity for control in his life, above all, is what drives him. Nothing else. The need to control the fates of the men who killed his parents; the need of control over Sebastian, over the house. Lizzy... Lizzy had surrendered her will to him without a struggle. She would do whatever he said. That was, of course, unless it had something to do with the décor. Maybe it was this, this exhaustion from no longer having any competition to deal with, that made everything so dull and paper thin nowadays. There is no more verbal wars, no more lengthy, drawn-out spars between enemies. There is simply victory. It's exhausting."(cover by the ever fabulous @violinfreakk)
Josephine Rowe- Second class passenger. Traveling with her sister. Traveling to New York hoping to make a better life for her, and her sister but was not expecting to fall for a rich girl.Alexzandria Thomas- First class passenger. Traveling with her mother and fiancé. Traveling to New York for her wedding. Board's titanic not expecting to meet the love of her life.
Ellie Blando was shocked ng matamaan ng bola ang kanyang pisngi, the ringing in her ears made her realize it happened followed by the burning sensation on her cheek. Her eyes widened, it was supposedly her first day in her new school and probably her last after she saw the bursting laughter of her new classmates and the guy named Charlie. All she wanted was to disappear out of the face of the earth. Her anger flared when a tall, lean guy walked towards her looking apologetic. "Sorry, hindi kita napansin." Saad nito and Ellie gave him a death glare but he remained unaffected. "Ako nga pala si Jeremy Diaz, welcome sa school, transfer student" he smirked showing his dimples. As her eyes roamed around his entire being, Ellie realized she officially hated this boy and there was nothing he could do to change her mind. Language: Taglish (Tagalog and English)
(Not Mine)One morning, after being bound to the system, MC started his routine of always being captured/ attacked by the ML.It doesn't matter if he transmigrated into the ML's little brother (TN: Here I think brother disciple) or master or opponent, but in the end he is still forcibly taken by the ML.After transmigrating to many worlds:MC: Come out system!!! The heck?! Why do these MLs not love their female goddesses, but insist on doing it with me! Aaaaahh!!!System: .... __(:3」∠)_ Don't ask me, I also don't know.Translator:IsohungryTranslation*Thank you Pnterest for the pic.
(First-ever story and suggest ideas if you want!) Y/n was playing Splatoon in their room on a nice, sunny weekend day when suddenly...a rift appeared and sucked them into it. Forever losing their connection to their reality, but replacing it with another.-I do not own the rights to Splatoon or anything related to it. It is a Nintendo-made game. The same thing goes for any images, music, or other stuff I might put. The rights go to their respective owners. All characters are over 18 unless specifically said not to be.The beginning is quite horrible in my own opinion, but it does get better over time. I try and learn and try again. I am not perfect, but I am not giving up.
This book will contain advice on many subjects, please feel free to request a chapterTW - Some chapters may mention suicide, self-harm and other upsetting subjects
When the princesses come to save Bow and Glimmer from the horde in season 1 episode 9. Instead of Glimmer teleporting out of her bond to save her, Adora gets her memory of her time with the princesses wiped by Shadow Weaver and is now a loyal Horde soldier again, with no memory of what had happened when she was with Bow and Glimmer, and cant even remember She-ra.
He pressed his forehead to mine, staring into my eyes with his darkened brown enchanting orbs. 'I knew it. I knew you were my mate' Christan's husky voice sent chills through my body. A smirk played on his lips in a knowingly fashion. The last word made my heart skip a beat. Mate. His luscious scent filled me, melting me into him. Christan did nothing but keep his body pressed up at mine, looking straight into my eyes like he could see my soul. I wanted him. Oh God I wanted him so bad. His hand carressed my cheek as he pulled his head back slightly. This was like nothing I had ever felt before, unexplainable. His mere touch was driving me crazy, my thoughts blurred. Mate. He was my mate! I, Jesse Mary-Anne Drake has my mate! Christan Issac Drake.. could my life be better-Drake. My clouded thoughts immediately came clear. Stepbrother. He is also my Stepbrother.
Imagine sunshine and beautiful days; loving parents and friends all around. Think of being the most loved person in the world, and having the greatest home to go to. Imagine having a dad who would teach you how to throw a football or watch scary movies with you. Think of having a mom who cooks with you, and is always there to make you laugh.Take all that and forget it.Everything that is, is the opposite of my life.