"Now...doesn't this feel better...?" He asked. I nodded slowly. Nothing feels better than leaving lairs to their shame. "Now, now.....time for phase one...." he said, sitting down at the table. It was made of pure glass....fresh from the fire. So I sat down. "So dad....what's phase one?" I asked. "Killing those posers who took you from me...duh!" He said, propping his feet onto the table. "And why-" I was cut off. "And I'm very excited about the one who planted a seed in you." He said. Everything around me froze. Why didn't he tell me this before. "Dad....I....please....don't tell anyone!" I said. "No matter.....they already know anyways." He said, pointing behind him. Everyone stared at me shocked as hell. Especially Maxwell himself. "But, hey! Bright side is: Grimore will bow down to me once again!" Darin said, getting up from the chair. "H-he's....?" Maxwell asked, shivering. "By that you mean he's inhabiting your child, then yes. He's pregnant." Darin said, grinning at me. I felt sick to my stomach. "But don't worry...I'll take good care of my son here." Darin said, slithering over to me. He gripped my arms tightly. "Temper, temper child! You wouldn't want to kill the unborn!" He cackled. "Please.....leave me alone...." I murmured. He sighed deeply. "I'll leave you alone for now.....but I'll come back..." he smiled slightly. Was he....happy?
I laid down in bed, napping again. I felt his warm arms wrap around my chest moments laters. "Maxwell....few more minutes....." I murmured. "I just wanna know how my precious baby is doing...." he whispered, moving his hand to my stomach. "Stop and let me sleep...." I yawned, turning over to him. "No~" Maxwell crooned. "You jerk...." I said, clinging onto him. "Babe....I need to show you something...." he said, slowly getting up. "Can it wait....? I'm tired...." I said, pulling the covers up. He pulled me out of bed. "But I'm tired!" I complained. He laid me down on the grass, smiling slightly. "What is it..?" I asked, sitting up. He took a deep breath. Then he continued:
"For the longest time I've liked you and then it evolved into something strong. I love you. You're amazing and optimistic as hell...even when suffering from your leg being cut off. But...I've wanted to ask you something important for months now: So....will you marry me...?" He asked.
My heart skipped a beat. "What do you think....?" I asked. "That my proposal question was cheesy?" He asked. "I am so glad I woke up to this!" I squealed, jumping onto him. He laughed, trying to push me off.
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I woke up next morning, feeling something strange. Hunger pangs. I looked at the clock: 1:35 am. Fu*k I was hungry. So I snuck into the kitchen and grabbed some food from the fridge. So, I started gorging myself with food. "Mmm~ So fu*king good!" I squealed. I herd someone upstairs. I froze. "Maxwell....?" I asked. He turned on the light and smiled. "Already...?" He asked, sitting on a chair. I felt embarrassed. "Put it all away then head back upstairs." He said. At that moment, I started bawling. "C'mon.....what did I do..?" He asked, kneeling by my side. I went into his arms as he held me tightly with them. 0
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Hanahaki Disease
PertualanganIt's better if you read the story rather than me explaining it, but...here's a teaser to it. Thorns are sharp Petals are soft I'm in between Nobody knows who I am... They call me hanahaki.... Because of my disease. I was born with it. My sister do...
