Unborn Stories

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"Because Laura," he began, placing his hand on her chin as he softly brushed away the hair from her eyes. Mesmerised by her red eyes that seemed to bring forth his inner desire. He wanted her eyes on him as she gazed at him with those lovely red eyes. "I am somehow infatuated with you. You seem to bring out these emotions in me that I haven't experienced in centuries." "Emotions." She squealed, staring at his eyes and all she could see was honesty. He was being honest with her. "What kind of emotions?" "You make me think about you, my mind can't even think about anything else without you appearing." He chipped in, leaning close as his breath fanned across her cheek, nose touching nose. "I'm crazy about you." He admitted, amber eyes meeting red eyes. "Desire you," he whispered, lips finally touching her soft ones as he felt like he was drinking nectar. He felt as if he was suddenly embraced into the bosom of fate themselves. "I want you." He murmured, lips grazing across her cheek as it descended to her neck in a scene of urgency. "Need you." His eyes locked on hers as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling him closer. Unbeknownst to them, his eyes flashed grey, indicating that the beast within him was amongst them. --- Erik, once a mighty ruler, had grown weary and disillusioned as he inherited his forefathers' lands. As the king of werewolves, he had everything-family, pride, power-but darkness brewed beyond his realm, threatening all he had built. Now, Erik faces a race against time to find his pregnant mate. With danger lurking at every turn, he fears the unthinkable: the loss of his mate or son could bring an end to the dynasty that had stood since Lycaon.

Poetry to a unborn child

Poems for all the happenings in life, great or small, good or bad. As with life itself, a work very much in progress.

Little Poems I wrote. Mix of everything, from heartbreak to happiness. Please give me feedbacks and let me know what keep of poems I should write.

A bit darker than what I usually write... But it's true. Stop the injustice.

What does it mean to be pro life?

An examination on an insightful poem about abortion.

To whom it may concern, Sadie Williams' memories of her family life have been returning recently. She constantly mentions her parents as though they are still among the living. Today, she spoke of an incident in which her mother spilt salt, which started another quarrel between the two. I do not believe the child remembers why she was placed in this facility, nor am I sure that she realises that she is not at home any longer. - Jessica Powell

LIFE is like a piece of a coin. There will always be an awful side in every happy ending (you assumed). NOTE: There might be some of you who have read this story before in the HARP (SCC' Official School Publication)so please be informed that the AUTHOR who appeared there is still me. HAHAHHA.. magulo ba? in short ang pangalang nakalagay doon is MY REAL NAME. Hence, we are in the same person. ;) This story has already been publish. note ng note: your votes are highly appreciated but I WOULD LOVE TO READ YOUR COMMENTS/SUGGESTIONS/CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISMS MORE THAN ANYTHING ;) HAVE FUN! mwaaah! (YUCK! hahahha. joke!) :P Credits to the cover: http://jasoneldersblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/aborted-baby.jpg

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