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CrankyA/N: Warning for Shayera's potty mouth.Cranky by ShiyaHawk
John had done it this time. Well it was an honest mistake and a rather vicious mood swing put together. The poor Green Lantern had inadvertently called his pregnant wife fat. He didn't say the word fat but Shayera had implied the meaning from what he had said. To say the least he was in the doghouse now. She had refused to talk to him the entire day, besides the few choice words she had graced him with earlier, and shot him death glares whenever she could. John found out just how pissed she still was when he tried to go to bed that night.
John slowly opened the door to the bedroom and peeked inside. There she was his angelic, though incredibly temperamental, little pregnant demon. He closed the door and crept across the room before slowly sliding in beside his wife. As he began to wrap his arm around her, he received an incredibly powerful blow to the side of his head.
"What was that for?" He asked the back of her head.
Ghirahim x Reader - My Mistress (Part 3)Ghirahim x Reader - My Mistress (Part 3) by Neresma
The previous evening sure had been… eventful. You had never expected that night - or any night in your life - to be as special as that one. You were now the mistress of Ghirahim, a powerful demon lord… You had never intended such a destiny. But however, mistress or not, you absolutely had to know what kind of demon you were dealing with, since each power required a grand responsibility and a certain wisdom. So you had decided to return to “The Sealed Grounds” and ask the shop owner all possible questions about Ghirahim, in hope he could give you some useful advice. Since he was the one to find Ghirahim in the first place, he sure knew some things about him. And since the shop would only open the morning after, school had to be denied for that day. You tried to get some sleep to wait off, which was pretty hard when being so excited…
The next day, the first thing that went through your mind as soon as you woke up was to get ready for “The Sealed Ground
Ghirahim x Reader - My Mistress (Part 2)Ghirahim x Reader - My Mistress (Part 2) by Neresma
(Y/N) = your name
You desperately tried to keep your breath under control, not taking your eyes off the man. You crawled away from him, your whole body trembling uncontrollably.
You believed you knew who he was: the demon inside the ruby, which the owner of “The Sealed Grounds” had told you about so frightfully. But how was it possible for him to be real? After all, he was supposed to be only a legend… You had never seen such an unbelievable phenomena before, and you could have done anything to know what you had to do that moment. Disbelief began to slowly engulf your mind, combined with fear…
You ended up bumping with your back against a wall, with no way to escape. Sweat drops ran down your forehead as you stared at the man, awaiting an attack… But the demon only chuckled at your sight: “I may guess you have absolutely no idea what is happening, do you, my poor, unconscious young mistress?” “P-Please… Don’t hurt me!” y
Ghirahim x Reader - My Mistress (Part 1)Ghirahim x Reader - My Mistress (Part 1) by Neresma
You took a deep breath as you felt a fresh, autumnal breeze caress your skin. You looked at the small building in front of you: "The Sealed Grounds", an antiquity shop that just had opened near your home. That place had won your curiosity as soon as it had showed up, so you decided to visit it on that Sunday.
As you entered the humble building, an old man, at the end of the shop, the owner, warmly greeted you from behind his desk. You were stunned by the vintage, rather eloquent decoration the shop had. Wooden shelves, which were the main furniture, contained many different items. You got nearer to them and took a close look, studying each object. There were ancient vases, colorful, large bird feathers, and also a few accessories, like bright-colored ranges. All of them had an own price etiquette, on which not only their surprisingly low prices stood, but also their area of origin: a place known as "Skyloft". Where on earth was that? You couldn't tell. However, you decided to walk home
Unopened Letter To The WorldWhat has become of our lives today?Unopened Letter To The World by Dudette-36
Living in sin or running away,
We turn around to save our own sanity,
From the people we call our friends and family,
We cry, we laugh, we die, we dream,
And yet our dreams turn to nothing but a suffocated scream,
Our hopes are nothing more than a sarcastic laugh in our face,
That eventually crashes down and is left without a trace.
What is this emptiness that takes over our lives?
Filled with a pain that stabs you like a thousand knives,
We're never given the chance to speak,
Constantly reminded of how much we're weak,
We bind ourselves to promises that are hardly kept,
Not caring, not remembering the last time we wept,
Our lives turn bleak like the freezing cold,
With no one to offer a kind comforting word.
How can we live in a world full of hate?
Tripping and falling and taking the bait,
Our eyes are always brimmed with unshed tears,
Fighting them, willing them away throughout our growing years,
Hoping for the chance to prove who we are,
DNAnimal chapter 2Do not use any of this story. I own everything about it.DNAnimal chapter 2 by okami-hanyo-chan
Chapter 2: Locked up
I might look like a pet, Im not one.
Bastian, get up I need to get some clean clothes, Kimmy hissed as she gave the boy on the floor a few soft kicks. He merely turned around and thus received a harder kick which made him grunt.
Ow, whats with the kicking, Im trying to sleep, he muttered sleepily as he looked up. Kimmy sighed, kneeled down and pulled the boy with blanket away so she could get in the closet. Quickly she searched for clothes and got out of the closet again. Bastian picked the blanket up by his mouth and pulled it with him back into the closet. There he lay down again, although he was half out of the closet.
The girl heard her mother coming and pushed the boy further into the closet.
Oi, he complained, but Kimmy locked the door
DNAnimal Chapter 1Do not use any of this story. I own everything about it.DNAnimal Chapter 1 by okami-hanyo-chan
Chapter 1: A guy with wolf ears and tail
What started as a normal day, completely turned out to change my life forever.
The fifteen year old Kimmy sighed when she exit the supermarket. Looking up at the rain, she became a little depressed and hated it she didnt bring an umbrella with her. Luckily she didnt have to walk that far and it wasnt raining hard so the girl started walking. Her light brown hair was waving into her face because of the strong wind that was blowing in the same direction she walked.
As always she went through the little alley that would reduce the time of walking drastically. But today someone else was there as well and snatched something out of her shopping back.
Hey, give that back thief! the girl exclaimed when she saw someone running away with the bread. Holding her bag tightly she ran after the thief, who clearly hadnt been in that are
DNAnimal chapter 3Do not use any of this story. I own everything about it.DNAnimal chapter 3 by okami-hanyo-chan
Chapter 3: Busted?
Bastian sat up in as he heard the front door close. Did Kimmy leave already? The wolf boy stretched himself and opened the door. He saw Kimmy laying in bed, so it would be her mother who left.
"Kimmy. Kimmy!" the boy said as he tried to wake the girl up. But it was no use, so Bastian jumped on the bed and licked the girl's cheek. She pushed his face away, slowly opened her eyes and screamed as soon she saw the boy on her bed. This caused Bastian to get shocked and in this shocked moment he fell off the bed.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Kimmy freaked as she rubbed her cheek, "Don't lick me like a dog, you moron!"
"I case you forgot, I'm a WOLF," Bastian snapped from the floor. He sat up and licked his wrist, "And because of you my wrist is now hurting."
"That's your own fault. You suddenly jumped on my bed and licked me!"
StelvioTornerò con un leone. Voglio impagliarlo e regalarlo a Bartali. (cit. Fausto Coppi)Stelvio by queenseptienna
Scendere lo Stelvio sarebbe stato una passeggiata, ma risalirlo era una lunga ed estenuante impresa che aveva decimato il gruppo, facendo da sé una preziosa cernita. Infatti erano molti quelli che non se l’erano sentita di affrontare la montagna, un po’ perché nessuno di loro era scalatore ed un po’ perché molti erano sfiancati dal tratto di strada in costante pendio affrontato in precedenza.
Bartali sorrideva a quel pensiero, fiero della propria preparazione atletica che gli permetteva, come al solito, di essere in testa. Il freddo pungente non lo turbava più di tanto, la sua mente non era concentrata sulle condizioni atmosferiche, bensì sul muovere le gambe come un mantice - una macchina - senza fermarsi mai, perché sapeva che altrimenti non sarebbe più ripartito.
Non si permetteva nemmeno il lusso di bere un sorso
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire by WordOfChen
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
Sweet SerenityI have searched the very depths of my being,Sweet Serenity by WordOfChen
Seeking the essence of the void...
To understand its nature,
To become a part of nothing...
For where else can we be free of turmoil,
Where else can a beaten soul go to rest?
If not in the comforting embrace of eternal oblivion?
Such is what I seek, away from the noise that burns at my ears.
Away from the many voices that drill into my mind.
For these are not the whispers of psychosis,
Nor the delusions of a twisted psyche.
Instead they are the whispers that are heard all around us;
The whispers of the every-man.
He who desires the body of another.
He who desires the fat of his wallet.
He who cares only for self-satisfaction
And He who wishes to stand above all.
Voices, voices, noisy voices...
Eternally spitting their foul words into me.
Even in the realm of fantasy I can no longer escape!
For they are here, and I read their words scrawled across th
La Fine dei SogniSimona ha lunghi capelli raccolti in due lunghe trecce, un vestito rosa, calze arcobaleno e un sorriso orfano di due denti.La Fine dei Sogni by Evil-Ataru
Simona corre velocissima: è imprendibile, irraggiungibile, quasi invisibile. Sfreccia su sottili fili d'erba verdissima, sotto un cielo azzurrissimo, con un sole giallissimo e bellissimo che ha disegnato proprio lei.
Sì: tutto da sola.
Si riposa, respira l'aria, affannata e felice, con un piccolo balzo all'indietro si lascia cadere tra fiori indefinibili, ma coloratissimi: viola, rossi, arancioni, blu e rossi.
Qualche nuvola le finisce negli occhi e tra i pensieri:
due persone che si baciano a bordo di un elicottero,
Corre. Si alza all'improvviso e via di nuovo, e forse è solo un lungo decollo per poter poi spiccare il volo.
Quello che sembrava infinito, infinito non è.
Guarda: c'è un muro di nebbia, una coltre biancastra e densa oltre la quale è impossibile vedere. Così: netto. Taglia l'erb
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