Scented Night Of A Banshee (TK)

Scented Night Of A Banshee (TK)

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Story about Taekook (fanfic) Story description imside. A banshee (/ˈbænʃiː/ BAN-shee;) is a female spirit in Irish folklore who heralds the death of a family member, usually by screaming, wailing, shrieking, or keening. Her name is connected to the mythologically important tumuli or "mounds" that dot the Irish countryside, which are known as síde (singular síd) in Old Irish. Contains :- #mystery #plot #flashbacks #scary #taekook #mpreg #boyxboy WARNING !! If you are uncomfortable with mpreg & homophobic,, GET LOST and mind your own business. DON'T report my story if you don't like it. Just leave.
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Cover by siimplyisaac Words. Everyone takes them for granted, using them non-stop, screaming them, laughing them, blurting them. But what about when they're dying? Are they strong enough to scream out their last words? To laugh out their final sentence? To blurt out the last thing people will remember of them? Your dying words mean everything. It's what people remember you saying last and it shouldn't be something stupid which if you get used to saying stupid things, I believe you won't have any control of what you say when you die. So words are valuable, and I, James Hunter, won't waste them. Of course I'll speak when it's important but I don't think I'll speak for anything other than that. But I'm dying and I don't want to be, but the choice isn't mine to make. My body- my heart has made up its mind, I'm going to die, I just have to accepting it. And if I'm going to die, I want to be remembered, I want them to visible see my face, feel my touch and hear my voice from my final hours of living. I want my family to know everything I've been holding in and I want my friends to remember me as strong. So what I'm going to die? Everyone does at one point. I'll just die sooner than expected and medication won't do anything to stop it, only postpone it and I don't want it postponed, when I'm ready... I'm ready and I want my heart to be on the same page as I am.

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