Unseen Bond
- LECTURES 166
- Votes 22
- Chapitres 24
Elle saw the translucent figure of a young man, his expression a mix of curiosity and disbelief.
"Who are you?" Elle asked, her voice trembling yet steady, as she took a cautious step back."I'm ..... ," he replied, his voice carrying an ethereal echo. "But... how can you see me?"
" I can see the dead ones "
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A Ghost Boy's Hero | Danny Fenton x Fem!Reader
My eyes watched a raven-haired boy walk up the steps. As he spoke, he phased straight through a vending machine without even noticing. His body flickered transparent, then solidified again as he exited from the other side. Half-ghost... _____ "You mentioned changing yourself if I wanted you to." I turned to the half-ghost boy, worried he'd want me to change something about myself. I would If he asked me to. Danny met my gaze, his blue eyes steady and unwavering. "I never want you to say that again." I blinked, confused. "Not to me, not to anyone. I don't want you to change anything about yourself. I don't want you to become someone you're not." I dropped my head, staring at his shoes instead of his face. It was easier that way. I don't understand this guy. He's so confusing. He makes me feel weird. He makes me feel nice. He- "I like you as you are." My breath caught. "I hope one day you'll grow to like everything about yourself too." I don't understand what falling in love means or how it feels... My mind focused on the strange feeling in my chest. But I want to.
Does It Still Hurt?
Copyright© He held me and asked "what's wrong?" I looked at his beautiful forest green eyes and smiled and said "I'm fine." He spoke once again, "what's behind that pretty little smile of yours?" My breath got caught in my throat, suddenly I couldn't move. He just stared at me with his beautiful eyes. I was done, I know he's going to be the death of me. 'Did he figure me out?' I questioned inside of my head. He continued to stare at my big brown eyes. He finally leans in and my heart drops for a moment. 'Is this really happening? Am I gonna kiss Xavier Sebastian King today? At this very moment?' I questioned my myself, gulping before I shut my eyes tight. We lean in slowly, our lips close to touching until the moment was ruined... -------- Current cover made by: @LostMusicAddictTerminé
Chlaughan
*THIS IS AN INSIDE JOKE WITH MY FRIENDS PLEASE DONT READ THIS* The moon is full tonight, and its light pours into our car. I turn around for just a moment and catch a glimpse of his bright eyes in the light. The glow that surrounds him is undeniable. His blonde hair looks almost white at this time. He is artwork. Everything about him is just art... to me at least.Terminé
BENEATH THE SURFACE
I love me some mystery... FICTIONAL, IMAGINARY, DARK HUMOUR She felt eyes upon her, the sensation creeping up her spine like a chill. Her pace quickened down the school hallway, but the gaze persist "Hey!" a someone called, catching up. "You look spooked."Just stressed," she lied, forcing a smile. As her friend walked away, her unease deepened. She glanced over her shoulder, but the corridor was empty. Yet, the watching continued. Who was it? Emily Wilson, 17, is ahighschool senior whose vibrant spirit is slowly beingeclipsed by fear. Her bright smile and sparklingbrowneyesnow seem guarded, andher long, curlyhair oftenhidesher face. Once confident and outgoing,Emily's stalkers' relentlesspursuithas madeher wary and anxious. She constantly looks overher shoulder,hesitant to walk alone or meetnew people. Despiteher efforts to appearnormal,Emily'sunease ispalpable, andhergrades and relationships beginto suffer. Will she find the courage to speak out and reclaim her life?Terminé
My home
Out the window, I see her - Hayden Musk, striding across the quad like she owns it. Her rugby bag slung over her shoulder, hair tied up in a way that looks messy but perfect. She laughs at something her friend says, tipping her head back so the sun hits her cheekbones. For a second, my heartbeat trips over itself. Hayden's the kind of person who makes you wish you were brave. I've only ever spoken to her once - last year in the library, when she asked if the seat next to me was free. I remember how she smiled, how she smelled like grass and shampoo. I remember I couldn't speak properly for hours afterwards. Lucy follows my gaze, raises an eyebrow. "You know her?" I drop my eyes fast. "No. Not really." "Right." Lucy flips her hair over her shoulder. "She's trouble anyway." I almost laugh. I don't think Hayden Musk could be trouble for me if she tried. I'm invisible. And maybe that's safer. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part of me is always searching - the next game, the next girl, the next spark that might stick. Then I see her. Felicity Marianne - all soft edges and hidden eyes, hugging her books like they're the only thing keeping her upright. She's too pretty for this place. She looks like a secret you'd promise to keep forever. Alex elbows me mid-sentence. "Hey, Musk - you listening?" I grin, unapologetic. "Sorry. Distracted." "By who?" She follows my gaze, laughs under her breath. "Marianne? She's a ghost, mate." "Maybe I like ghosts," I say. It's a joke but it isn't. I've been surrounded by loud, bright people my whole life. Maybe I want quiet for once. Something soft. Something real. Alex makes a face. "She's way out of your league." I raise an eyebrow. "Think so?" She laughs. "I know so. Come on, Captain. First period. Let's go pretend we care."Terminé
Intoxicated
I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for pain but nothing happen. He froze smelling me. He pulled away with his eyes wide. He looked my over in shock and I looked at him confused. What was going on? "It's you" he stated. "You're the one"Terminé
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