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Erik's POV


"Shame. That asshole sure did ruin such a pretty face," a raspy voice popped up out of nowhere. A bewitching kind of raspy-but it subtly startled me nonetheless. I wiped away a droplet of blood hanging on my chin with the back of my hand and turned around to face the owner of the voice. A brunette with heavy makeup and tan skin stood there

with a light smirk on her lips. "I don't mind it, though. I like ruined pretty faces." She bit her lower lip and cocked her head to one side, as if to size me up before revealing her venomous fangs and swallowing me whole. But damn, was the girl foxy.

I gathered up the mixture of saliva and blood mingling in my mouth and spat it on the ground, running my fi...

So at the start, it was just some mates and suddenly it turned into over 100 people. My parents went away for the weekend so they said I could have a few friends over to hang out. It was the night that the new season of our favourite program premiered and a few of our friends came over to watch it with us. We thought our entire night out and we were so eager

to watch it. The bites were on the table and the beer was in a container full of ice close to the table. All of an unexpected guy barged in the door with an enormous keg in his arms. At first, I knew I remembered him from someplace although I couldn't really remember. Suddenly it hit me and it was painful. He swung round and the keg thumped me on the back o...

Night and Day were the first ever entities to claim a space of the universe. Night and Day were close friends, though they were polar opposites. Night´s dark, black silky hair bounced everywhere they had walked; their eyes cold and mysterious like a dark void. Sun´s bright, prideful smile would leave Night feeling hopeful. Night and Day decided to create

their own world, a world where humans existed.
Time was split into two, evenly shared between Night and Day. Though, Night realized this wasn´t fair at all. The mortals were more active during the day; and many feared Night with its unfamiliarity. Night was infuriated, and soon, confronted Day about this matter. They started a fight.
This went on for ce...

"Everyone! Lord Niro has awoken!"

I heard a feminine voice cried joyfully in the background. My vision was still hazy as I rubbed my eyes.

It's cold.

Has my hand always feel this cold?

I brushed again, but it was the same odd feeling. Instantly, I widen my eyes, wondering what is going on.

No way.

I took a look at my arms. It seems to be

made of a metallic-alloy along mixed with few rare minerals and technology, presenting a silver-tinted shimmering look under the light.

Although it looks quite different, I could control my movement, even wiggle the fingers with ease.

"Lord Niro!" The lady greeted me, a happy and relieved smile appeared on her face as slight tears trickled down the side....

The plane was losing altitude, fast! My ears. Ouch, they hurt so bad. But I had bigger problems in my hands. More like, in the pilots hands. Lets just say, I was really hoping he was good at operating this thing, because, well, the left wing was literally on fire. Ugh, where was the cabin crew? Flight 444… what a cursed number! I heard screaming, but no

one seemed to be panicking, in fact everyone was having a really good time. Did no one notice the flames outside? I decided to stand up and check out the front of the plane. What was even happening? Surely someone should've noticed. I strolled rapidly past the economy class, focusing on keeping my balance. No one seemed to notice me. Whatever. I saw a stewarde...

"Run! Run! Run! Come on hurry up testing is in less then a week and I expect all of your to pass! Even you Mei Gui! Knees up run! " I hurry up glaring at the Gym instructor wondering why the heck I even tried.
"It! Is! Rose!" I yell as I catch the foot ball and fail at throwing it back. The guy that was my partner scowls as he picks it up and throws it

hard against my head. I bounce back slamming into the floor from the impact. Darn it, I should have been looking at him instead of the stupid Instructor. Whatever, I hear the whistle blare shaking me up to a sitting position as the guy who had just hit me sulked off to the dressing room. I shake my head laying my hand on the tender side of my face as the Instru...

Walking so beastly beautiful Victorian East side she had the sixth sense hearing the Gothic music.The flower shops caught her eye the fast pace of the people going to work.What a soulful smell music sounds to her ear of Black Dahlia. Besides the faintly illuminated shapes stood out tasteless Hanging upside down bat orchids. You could smell ethnic flavors his

eyes Jalapeno red hot erotically altered her into something that she could not escape. When the Saint's come marching sinful his wife madly driving Miss adultery played through her mind. How his eyes playing and observing like a womanizer and his blood shot eyes flew vampire haunting blood the moon. But Samatha the harp tree lady stringing something togeth...

On the sexual Nile, he loses control women have a soft spot for luxurious hot oils.
What sex benefits like a Literotica riding Camel's back gently stimulating climax.
Her taste for almonds good nutritional what a messaging relaxing vacation.
Traveling to another exotic Island babes of Brazil wearing their low cut bikinis.
Hot men, with their sex skilled

hands Brazilian body rub Teadora she hot explorer or facials for your hair, "Go Hollywood" Shuemera she felt like a Dora soft hands so much more to explore.
Women with Rita Hayworth sexy red hair like Genie in a bottle more men to stimulate like my country farm cattle.Those popular hair treatment going first class sipping my bottle of Sex on the beach bubbl...

1.She's the Subrosa Bird worshipper
2. Tea Touch her "Teacup" 1/2 Tears.
Her power not to push her moving away from all the fears.
How many years to have so many secrets.Did the cat get your tongue?
The darkness of love how steep every time she takes a cat nap curiosity she stretches in her sleep she talks.
He watches her in her sleep All women stalk.So

much to talk about why such silence.The sounds got more intense.
This was a secret competition it is au fond to be grateful the actual secret coming out that’s you don’t bottle yourself up.
Getting yourself all worked up getting caps on your teeth.
Remember you have the potential you are the victory it’s in your hand but your eyes are your doorway ...

Home is where the royalty is or home is where the bark is Oh! Please let’s stop pretending we think too much feeling lost but holding onto the dream on. We got a lot of living to do strong words you face it head on such high pitch society you know your limitations so well. Are we still the pretender making plans finding love again like everything is fine.

But coming to terms with who you are. let’s be realistic only time will tell but your living in hell.
Do we play the game to our real shame? Our needs are worthy how we pretend to much. Like the song wearing our heart like a crown.
𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 Oh Yes! the dream but were left all alone. But we have a heart like a crown but...

How the silence greeted her revelation he had this clock-wise reaction and Charlotte curved her position like a pendulum going back and forth. It was all she could say she looked up at him dancing with the golden flames piercing her eyes. She wasn't sure what to make of the time that elapsed like the war of the flow of clocks world. She hopes so strongly she

didn’t jump into his frying pan of words like trying to read the top of the hour newspaper trying to tell the time it’s like a second-hand clock. But first, most importantly we cannot turn the clock back to undo the harm it caused. But we certainly have the power to go with the flow to make things better instant solutions have a way of coming unstuck. T...

Harvey bent slowly and stared at the red button. His ears were registering the buzz of the still alive engine located under the floor.

One push of the red button and the engine would unleash its conserved power and shoot Harvey and the capsule up in the lovely blue and inviting sunny skies.
Harvey touched the button gently with his forefinger which the

twenty years of ocean climate had turned into a skin-clad sickle.

The finger tip was slightly red. The result of the regular push-not-push exercise he had been enjoying for quite some time, including now. Harvey did not press the button. He did not break his routine.

Instead, he just giggled, trying to keep it down. Who would care really? There wasn�...

A father once said, the bleeding of blue like blood in the heavens, dying to a darkened sapphire before circling the celestial drain and closing down into charcoal black is a miracle that transpires overhead every single night.
That specific spectacle never failed to amaze a young man, and never ceased to inspire him. It was a simple simplification in the

sense that whatever great power, if there was one, out there in the vast and immense foreverblue, took it upon itself to pull the sun down beyond the horizon and cast the light of day to the far side of the world. This momentous metamorphosis of everything that we can see happens twice daily, once forwards and once backwards, and that in itself is enough to ...

"Most assuredly, I say to you, the hour is coming, and now is, when the dead will hear the voice of the Son of God; and those who hear will live. For as the Father has life in Himself, so He has granted the Son to have life in Himself, and has given Him authority to execute judgement also, because He is the Son of Man. Do not marvel at this; for the hour is

coming in which all who are in the graves will hear His voice and come forth -- those who have done good, to the resurrection of life, and those who have done evil, to the resurrection of condemnation."

Mick spat on the ground at the words. 'Can't believe preachers are still peddling that crap. We're twenty years into this goddamn war, and there ain't no ...

Xavier's last memory was him by the beach.

He lived near the sea, but never felt the need to visit it until today. It was an aching need that pulled him to the seaside. The sun was beautiful, droplets of light falling on the deep aqua waves. The wintry wind was soft, gently bringing to him the fresh and salty scent.

He distinctly remembered the

feeling of the grains of sand that had made their way into his shoes, more and more getting through his socks and in between his toes as he walked. The little pricks didn't hurt -- they were just annoying enough that he couldn't ignore it.

And then he turned and was walking into the sea. The water moistened the sand and he made wet squelching sounds with every ...

A fantasy begins with a legend.

This particular legend says that people from all tribes lived in harmony with each other and with the energy in the air. The energy glowed like liquid gold and one could see flashes of it like rainbows after rain. Everyone was able to take control of it, but there was only peace. No one looked down on one another for

different levels of power and no one took advantage of their skill.
All was well.

But then a man began using the energy to do harm. He relished in the newfound power that he could acquire with the energy. And these dark thoughts quickly spread like a virus through the peoples of Aislandia. The continent was overtaken by chaos, the ancient civilization fallin...