Lass Stories

"Don't play with fire it will render your beauty, Princess Cassandra." " And don't you turn your mouth over me, you will be buried deep into the burning flames of hell." And the sword clashes the neck in two. The healer of the ancient legend is here unknown, wandering into the Bliss of dark. Athelia has been raised by her mother Blaise, and when she gets exposed to the outer world, she seeks someone's Bliss. A familiar Bliss. Dorian, will be there Always there. But he never left any clue of his presence. How will Athelia seek the truth in the kingdom of CHAOS with her Magick of Oblivion.

After Battle City and Battle City finales the start of DuckTales

A short story about a band of pirates raiding the high seas. Originally written for a contest on Gaiaonline.com Cover stock rendered by Alpine-GFX on Deviantart

The Quarter is quiet. Marcellus controls the vampires. The wolves live like outcasts in the Bayou. The Witches have a rocky peace with the vampires. The Mikaelsons raise Hope in their family home. All is peaceful, quiet despite the minor disputes. However the newest Scottish visitors have a long history that they plan on bringing to town. --- "They don't like the idea of new vampires in New Orleans." He reports shamefully, holding his head downwards. The butler seemed as though fearing for his life. I hold the lavender ball gown up to my chest, looking at myself in the floor length mirror. "On the contrary, dear Joseph," I pause, listening as my sweet Scottish accented voice floats around the room in tranquility​. I turn to him, my ice eyes resting on him. "We are very, very old vampires." I drop the dress, and the butler looks up in fear. My movements are as fast as a striking snake, tearing out his throat in such a swift movement there's barely any mess. I look into his eyes as he raises his hands to his neck, falling to the ground in a light thump. I walk back and pick up the lavender dress, admiring my smiling reflection in the mirror as the tragically human butler bleeds out onto the expensive Russian rug. --- Some plot lines and moments of the Originals has been altered for this story. Camille is human (alive). Marcel is not a super vamp. However, Hope is seven years old. I only own the events and Characters I design, the rest all belong to the CW and the wonderful writers. Edit:: The Title has been changed from Casket Crowns to Her Majesty The reasoning is that the characters designed in this story are being used in a series of novels that will NOT be fan fictions. If you're interested in Merida and her brothers furthermore, stay tuned for the actual Fiction/Fantasy book I'll publish on my profile. August 10, 2020 UPDATE: This story is old, I started it several years ago and therefore has many flaws. Read at your own risk.

I love women and so does shrek.

Mine is -Frypan- Do whatever you do on there.

Soon... Photo not mine credits to the rightful owner.

Storia Fantasy ispirata alla saga degli x-man. Fantasy story inspired by the X-Men saga.

Leaf finds a gassy Lass who beats her in a Pokémon battle, and she's forced to sniff the gas of her opponent. Art doesn't belong to me

we live in times where we have to know a word is more than a word itself once it is uttered

Ashtyn Jane was childhood best friends with the Harries brothers (Jack and Finn) They were much preferred as siblings but Ashtyn (Ash) moved there from California to London when she was six years old because her mom got a job here. She has the American accent of course. She lives right across from the Harries which made them closer. But what happens when Jack admits his love for her, but Finn also loves her and kept it as a secret. Ashtyn loves both of them but doesn't know which to choose,and most of all doesn't know which she loves the most. Which one will she choose? Love? And keep as a best friend? Know which one she chooses on 'Best Friends with the Harries Brothers'! Thank You Lovely! :))

"I am a bride and in the next two days I am getting married. But now exactly 48 hours before my groom rang for an urgent meeting, with deliciousness of Delicacies he presented me with the world's bitterest Pre-wedding gift. I LOVE SOMEONE ELSE ...." Two days before he is saying to call off, is this easy, Ajit baby!!!" "Are you angry?" I mixed the most sarcastic tone with a honey voice. "I don't care. I just want my things back." I shifted the stool as I stood up, from here my emotions are driving me but I won't hold it especially not today. After taking the microphone in hand I bursted "I want my heart back, can you give it? I want my time back! I want my happiness back! I want my devotion back! I want my trust back! I want my love back!! CAN YOU GIVE IT ???" Streams of tears were running on my cheeks but I let it be "I want me back, just give it to me!!?!! You trustless person...!!?!!" My loud words turned into hiccups . I felt ugly but I want all out today... ******************************************** What will happen? when the wild voices of Lasses will come together well what else Sequence will be formed. And here comes the Sequence containing short stories and flash fictions only from woman's perspective. "We woman's are not only talkers but we listen too and the dangerous part is we are deadily viewers ..." - by unknown Update Alert :- On every Saturday

The Invisible Infinity Claymore 3. Fury Lass gives the Invisible Infinity Claymore to a Jewish villager in NAZI occupied Poland in WW2.

When you're in great emotion, brainstorm happens. And when brainstorm happens, you write a reflection of your soul — poetry.

Para Lass, ela era perfeita. E para Elesis, ele era imprescindível. *Escrita em 2019* *Postada também no Nyah! e Spirit*

Zar aimes une fille et this time elle a weniger kilo than lui...😳

This is a collection of poems I have written throughout the years. I am not a poet but I do enjoy dabbling.

peter gets phone calls in class, and have to answer them in speaker, but what happens then? Each story will be different, unless I said so :)