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METAL!!He hurt me with one word, without seeing me, he just looking straight behind me. WHO towards vixen he had scowled only happiness I had. I saw angels WHO always smiles everywhere. Without another word he left with her.
At night the day I ran after him to run away from me, it took a female demon. I was lost and walking the labyrinth in a not want to know where. Suck my dark circles and it turns out I'm being chased by my imagination.
Woke up and realized it was just a dream. I was in my room filled with strips of photos lying on the bed mattress.
Tell me I'm forgiven, say you'll always be mine!
But just look at pieces of a picture I already Knew That he had indeed been decided me.
"WAKE UP! BITCH!"
Kerberos come and break rooms. He Snatch my hair and beat me.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS during? NOTHING AT ALL COSTS! CHILDREN JUST LIKE YOU BETTER DISAPPEAR! You better DIE!"
Nothing I can do, always and always just be silent tortured and locked my mouth shut. And She began to pi
Emptineess Bab 5* Ethan POV *
Silent screams, "You're just so beautiful in blue"
gaze of yours ran out of breath lasting
you're blind to the sorrow and sympathy for me?
This will all soon be over for you as soon as he disappeared from the world
length of time for hugs will be ours alone
her life would end so fast ...
drown all the fantasy with the end of the broken promises
I was lying on the ground were destroyed, after losing sight of the stars
Scattered my blood because my soul thief, bitter loss
come to give up easily when hope is lost
"You're going to beat me? You might think you're smart, but you do not. You'd better get the coffins out. Believe me, that's where you're going to sleep tonight" I could feel the pain in my head, he kicked my face. Silver smiled like a king with darkness in his heart. underestimate face and facial features have changed sadistic, he was no longer her former self.
I looked towards her, she passed out with injuries the same way, Silver beat us both. Pokemon is dying ar
Harvest goddess the cupidChapter 2: What the hell?!
Why should white clouds? why is the sky blue? should not appear in the morning sun, the rain came saharusnya so I do not need to water the plants and around the village. Forcing myself to not do that, look at his face, talking, even near it this time. Have not forgotten about the incident yesterday from my brain, my feelings have not been normal. Sour pout my lips when I realized that I had to take a scythe to the blacksmith who ask corrected.
These days almost everyone outside the house, busy with their work. Blacksmith near the people gathered, they talked and exchanged greetings.
"Hey, claire!" cypress Rick when he saw me. Karen waved a greeting. I nodded.
"Spirit!" Kai fist at me. Popuri jump next to them and raised both hands.
"Claire, do not think the words of Gray yesterday." Cliff tried to comfort me knowing dimukaku sour face. Ann hit my back. I groan. Ann raised his thumb and winked.
I'm happy, all care for me. Console and remove the blac
Harvest goddess the cupidHarvest goddess the cupid
Chapter 1: annoyance Harvest Goddess
I know about Gray, he is quiet, smooth-rough, pembentak and not like a joke. But although he had not grounded his bad intentions, maybe just feeling upset because her grandfather who did not appreciate the hard work that made him angry. Gray is actually very sensitive to the feelings of a person, he has the advantage of his cool and his handsome face. Otherwise it may not crazy about her Mary, and my heart may not anchored in Gray. I love Gray, but ....
"Claire?! Not kidding! She was a girl who sucks, there's nothing nice to him and he's very fussy!"
I heard with my ears, see with eyes snapped my head and felt the tone of his mouth! I know in Mineral town for me and him are friends to fight, he was very rude and ... REALLY STUPID PEOPLE LIKE ME LOVE HIM!
I opened the door with a loud, there was silence and all eyes were on me. Cliff looks worried, Kai being choked drink because of my skin, An
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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