Hi, hi! ♫
I`ve not been lately around here. Personal troubles made me to put away a little of social networks and just some automatic tasks and my partner in the story of Fat Neko and Tanuki Girl was giving me a hand handle it!
But things are returning slowly to normal and i think i can take my routine again :D
I wanted to share with all of you that "Angel Guardian" is having its kindle edition in Amazon!! I`m very happy to have decided to give this step
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MQEZIGY
Soon more chapters will be available in English and Spanish. I`m working with many other things and you will get news about it soon ;)
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Manners || Claude Faustus X Reader by OppaFaustusStyle, literature
Literature
Manners || Claude Faustus X Reader
No friends. No family. No one. You were completely alone.
You stood there, taking in the desolation of your surroundings. The bitter cold nipped at your exposed skin, sending a chill run up your spine. Freezing wind stung your eyes, forcing hot tears to spill down your pale cheeks.
Where were you supposed to go? What were you supposed to do?
Everyone was gone. Everything was destroyed. Everyone you had ever grown to love and depend on had ultimately left you. Some by meeting an untimely end, but most had chosen to abandon you without a second thought on the matter.
Collapsing to your bruised knees, your emotions were too overwhelming to
Immortals- (Jeff The Killer x Reader) Part 3 by MidnightRainbowFire, literature
Literature
Immortals- (Jeff The Killer x Reader) Part 3
"Tell me."
"You probably read the story where my family moves to another town and me and my brother Liu...we..." He stopped.
"Recalling the story must be hard for him..." You thought.
Before another word could be said you pulled Jeff into a hug.
Jeff sighed and brushed your hair with his hand. "Me and Liu were bullied by this guy named Randy on the first day of school. After he started messing with us I started to get this feeling...."
"I remember reading that part... what kind of feeling?" You asked, letting go of Jeff and looking him in the eyes. Jeff just shrugged.
"Thats just it.... I cant really explain the feeling... burning? Any
Immortals- (Jeff The Killer x Reader) Part 2 by MidnightRainbowFire, literature
Literature
Immortals- (Jeff The Killer x Reader) Part 2
You stared up at Jeff, your cheeks turning a bright red. You struggled to stand up, Jeff let you, standing up as well, he looked a bit wary, like he thought you were gonna run.
"U-Uh..." You stuttered.
Jeff sighed. "I understand, You probably think I'm a monster." His expression turned distraught, and he curled a hand in his hair in frustration, averting his gaze from you.
"Dammit. I'm so stupid."
"N-no! I mean... You're not a monster. I heard about what happened when you were younger. I just... I didnt know you... actually exsisted.
Run you idiot, you probably pissed him off! You thought.
You didn't move. You watched Jeff as he glanced
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Undertaker by VampireGodesNyx, literature
Literature
Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Undertaker
It was finally your turn to draw from Grell's purse. You walked up to where he was standing, and placed your hand inside. There were items of all shapes and sizes, but there was one that was very easy to recognize. You lifted your selected item from the purse and held it up. "Who put the bone in the purse? Wait, is this, a cookie, or, a crumpet?"
"No, no, my love." The Undertaker walked up to you and snatched the bone from your hand. "It's my biscuit." He bit into it and let out a strange sort of laugh. "They just taste better when they look like this. I have more if you want to try some." He moved behind you and started playing wit
Immortals- (Jeff The Killer x Reader) Part 1 by MidnightRainbowFire, literature
Literature
Immortals- (Jeff The Killer x Reader) Part 1
The alarm on your ipod jolted you awake.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and sat up, turning the intrusive noise off.
Thankfully there was no school today
.
Getting out of bed you went straight to the shower.
You dressed in a soft black tank top, (f/c) cardigan sweater and black jeans. Heading downstairs and into the kitchen you listened for your mother who would usually be in the kitchen cooking breakfast by now. But you heard nothing.
"Mom?" You called.
No response.
She was probably at her friend Celeste's house watching boring musicals from the 70's and drinking tea.
You sighed and opened the cupboard, pulling out a
Summary: Snape hated Wormtail. Drabble, one-sided Snape/Lily.
"You can't treat me like this! I'm not your slave!"
Snape waved his hand lazily, not even looking up. "If you have a problem with my instructions, Wormtail, perhaps you should have someone talk to the Dark Lord for you. I'm sure he could find you another assignment..." The faintest smirk crossed his lips. "Keeping Nagini well-fed, perhaps?"
"You—you—"
Wormtail looked like he was about to shout, but instead he spun around and scurried away like a rat, allowing the bookshelf to slam shut behind him. As soon as he was gone Snape's snide expression turned into a scowl,
Waking up. No memories available. Scanning surroundings. In sight is a door, a wood chair infront of a wood desk, and a bed. The bed is what you are laying on. Checking memories. Nothing available. Getting up. Checking door. Locked. Scanning room again. There is something on the desk. At the tabel is a line of objects. A daisy, a undergarment, a broken ring, a empty bottle, a baby toy, a toy car, a rose, another empty bottle, a gun, and handcuffs. Pick up daisy and examine it. Seems fresh. Emotion changes when daisy is picked up. Happiness. Set down daisy. Pick up undergarment. Emotion changes. Jealousy. Set down. Pick up parts of broken
He was dreaming again. Most nights he didn't; just sleeping in a black void that engulfed him. When he did dream, Victoria was always there and always ended with her being dragged away from the beasts that held her.
However, tonight was different. Instead of the forest that he had grew accustomed too finding himself in, Blu was standing within a small room. It was cramped with a work table and equipment. He could have mistaken it for Victoria's room back in Fable if it weren't filled floor to ceiling with books. She may have been a collector of fine tomes, but she never had this many.
Victoria raced around the room; locking windows and boar