Lass Stories

After Battle City and Battle City finales the start of DuckTales

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 :)

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

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.

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

Manik looked at her face and caressed it for a while and everything was off her now. Bare. She was naked. Even her emotions were naked. Manik smiled at her and kissed her roughly on her forehead before making his way to her neck and biting her there, feasting on her. It was his to enjoy and ravish. Mafia's were never taught to be gentle in anyway, everything should be done roughly till they start to love that roughness and even if they are about to die, roughness should reside in their death too. Manik ripped his own clothes and was naked infront of Nandini, smiling at her. A smile that sent every nerve in her body to bath in fear. Shivers ran through her.

Delaney Yale had everything. If you asked her, she would tell you that she had lovely marriage and everything was lovely and life was lovely. She was right. She was right until she wasn't.

"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.

Onde a caçada vai à um circo para relaxar, mas Arme só consegue se preocupar com Lass. >Lass/Arme< *Escrita em 2019* *Postada também no Nyah! e Spirit*

This was moved from FaitheTheNobleHusky's account my lovelies. :3

A poem inspired by the picture that is the cover. Enjoy!

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

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! :))

Almost Still Ours is a quiet heartbreak wrapped in a love that never truly left. After a sudden and unexplained breakup, Faeya spends a year searching for answers, only to uncover a painful truth-Deio didn't stop loving her. He was simply disappearing. In the aftermath of silence, memories, and an unexpected reunion, Faeya learns that real love sometimes lets go... not because it ends, but because it endures in the most selfless way.

What will happen when someone from your past, came back? Would it please you? Or would it be the opposite? Join Lucie Éclair with her loyal maiden, Charlotte to unravel the truth about their past while discovering a secret past about their beloved kingdom!

I love women and so does shrek.