Leslie Stuart did not find herself to be in front of the most powerful vampire of the history. Yet, unable to give saftey for her sister she seeks his help. In this world you are either struggling or surviving. No in between.
Of course being safe co...
I really want some coffee right now and my mom is being shady and won't let me make any.
Like I don't understand. Most of the time she'll make some coffee and take a sip and leave the rest of the cup out..like dafaqu..I just really want some coffee.
Any who I'm just going to spam this chapter with pics.
Whose your spirit animal?
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Yea yea yea....yea yea yea...rock city boy《《《《《I wonder if any of you know that theme song.
And now what you all been waiting for..well I hope so..here chapter 23!
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"Plllllllleeeeaaassseee." I draw out the word flattering my eyelashes.
I shove more ice-ceam in my mouth, the cold milky taste tingling my tongue.
"No."
I pout at Sebastian. My mood deepens and a scowl replaces my frown.
"But whhhyyyy?"
Sebastions curly hair flops as he shakes his head, "you already had 4 bowls of icecream Leslie."
I give him a 'ok?' Look.
"Each with toppings."
I lick my spoon pointing it at him, "what happened to-" I lower my voice trying to mock him. "there's no such thing as to much food."
He rolled his eyes grabbing my bowl unwillingly placing it on the cart. "Yes, I did say that ...but I said food not icecream."
I sigh, "hey icecream is considered food in my vocabulary."
Ignorning my comment, Sebastian grabbs a plate placing it on the small table and beckoned me to it. I groan shuffling out the bed, throwing my blankets to the side. My feet shuffle against the soft carpet and I sit down. I lift the metal covering and sniff the yummy scent.
"What is this?" I ask glancing up at Sebastian.
"The noddles are called spaghetti and the bread is called garlic bread...those ball things are called meatballs..."
I pick up my fork, and continuously stab it. After what seems like an hour though I'm sure was only 5 minutes I feel a Sebastian place his hand on mine.
"The key to eating spaghetti is not to stab it like you want to kill it-", he chuckles slowing guiding my hand,"but to twist so you get a good amount."
With his help, the fork twirls around the noodles gathering it up. Finally I get it and place it in my mouth.
"How does it taste?"
I go in for another round and Sebastian knew he got his answer.
"What's the red sauce?"
"Tomato, but the chief added some garlic to spice it up."
