╰┈➤ *⋆❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢'𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲? 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ❞⋆* ㅤ࣭ ㅤㅤׂ ㅤ ㅤˑㅤ ㅤ۟ ㅤ₊ 　 ☆　┈ twilight saga: twilight & onward 　 ˑ 𓂂 ARO VOLTURI x FEM!OC unedited #1 in #twilight [2024/05/15] #1 in #volturi [2024/05/16] #1 in #aro [2024/06/01]

Daisy Swan likes to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. Until she meets the most ruthless vampire leader who thinks she's a Goddess. book one out of three Twilight New Moon - Breaking Dawn Caius x oc

The meeting twice theory, if someone is destined to be in your life, you'll meet them twice. It's the universe's way of giving you a second chance.

╔═════════╗ ❝𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄❞ ╚═════════╝ ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ 𝐲/𝐧'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐲 - 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲. ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ " 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥... " " 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙮‚ 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝. " ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ 𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐗 - 𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐈 ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔞 𝔤𝔞𝔪𝔢: 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖗 𝖇𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖉...

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 3 --- Hiraeth (Welsh pronunciation: [hɪraɨ̯θ, hiːrai̯θ]) is a Welsh word for longing or nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. The feeling of longing for a home that no longer exists or never was. A deep and irrational bond felt with a time, era, place or person. --- You were close enough that you could see the crew scurrying about on deck now. They looked as ragged as the ship - no sense of unity about them other than that they were all standing on deck together, swords brandished as you approached. You scanned over them and felt suddenly grateful for your sailing uniform - some of those pirates didn't even have shoes. Simon strode the deck, scanning through the ranks for the captain of the Ghost. You had been given some indication as to what she looked like, but when she parted herself from the ranks of her crew, you weren't quite ready for what she actually looked like. They didn't do her justice on the wanted posters back home. She was short, but powerfully built. You could see ram horns sticking out from underneath her extravagant hat, and her coat was a bright blood red - the gold trim faded somewhat. You were most focused on her hair though - pure white and absolutely massive, it looked like a cloud around her head. Stern eyes finished the look, and you couldn't help but be a little bit entranced - this was the kind of person that people were scared to make eye contact with. Simon didn't seem all that frightened when he came to stand on the edge of your own deck, facing her over the narrow strip of sea that separated you - and you were grateful. If you were captain, you didn't know if you would be able to look her in the eye.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.