The spinning wheel's cry
- LECTURAS 9
- Votos 2
- Partes 1
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The Painting
''Hey," I greet them. The scary looking one doesn't spare me a glance. The one with green eyes keeps talking, but the blue eyed one looks up at me for a second then back at his book. He sort of does a double take and his eyes widen as he looks back up at me. "Is this seat taken?'' I ask with a small smile. Blue eyes elbows the other two and they look up at me, one with wide eyes and the other with a stone cold glare. "Is she talking to us?" The green eyed mumbles, his wide eyes not leaving me. ''Uhhhhh did I say something wrong?" I raise my eyebrows, my small smile faltering. ''You're not supposed to be able to see us," the one with the cold glare mutters. What???Concluida
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Sin For Me
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The Means to an End
There was the sound of clothing ruffling, boots scuffing, yet not a single sound of exertion. Even Bakugou would groan as he climbed the atrocious tower's side, aided only by vines and chipped bricks. Whoever this was didn't seem bothered. The thing - yes, no God-fearing human moved so effortless within the shadows like that - entered in through the window. Uraraka armed herself with a glass jar, silently praying it was heavy enough to inflict damage. "Hm. You let the prince try, but I cannot?" Uraraka furrowed her brow. The dialect of this.. person, apparently, was none Uraraka was familiar with. "Pray tell, why would a brave knight or prince climb my tower so late into the evening?" Uraraka didn't loosen her hold on the jar. In fact, the lack of answers she got caused it to tighten. "Excuse me?" She tried again, taking a step closer. She extended the candle until she could see the fire reflected back in the stranger's eyes. Yellow, strangely enough, was the color Uraraka was faced with. "Because it's much easier to move without the light following behind me," the stranger said. "I'm not the brave knight or prince you talk of though." ><><>< OR: Princess of the Kingdom of Mie, Uraraka Ochako, was sent to live in the tower years ago. Her only chance of freedom lies with the prince who will save her. Yet, the rogue who appeared at her doorstep, however socially incorrect, is quite tempting.Concluida
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Geovanni Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe. Jordan. I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt. "Did you see her Jordan?" "Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her," "Why do I have to turn her?" "Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you," "I didn't hate pops," "You wanted to join though," "True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions," I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.
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