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MR. VIOLENCE DRACULA 3
RAPHAEL SAYS I WILL BE THERE AND HE TAKES THE INVITATION. ANTONY SAYS GOOD NIGHT SIR RAPHAEL JAMESON AND WALKS OUT THE DOOR. RAPHAEL SAYS GOOD NIGHT AND CLOSES THE DOOR. LEMORA SAYS THAT MAN IS WORSE THAN DRACULA AND RAPHAEL SAYS WHO IS HE? LEMORA SAYS I DON’T KNOW MUCH BUT I KNOW THAT ENJOYS THE BLOOD-DRINKING TOO AND I SAW HIM GIVING DRACULA ORDERS WHEN I LAST SAW HIM AND I THINK HE IS AFRAID OF HIM.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 15
Danny lay there as still as a corpse under the covers. His heart thudded faster against his ribs with every step the intruder took closer to his bed. The room was pitch dark save for the sliver of pale moonlight that crept in through the cracks in the shutters, shielding the intruder's identity...not that Danny would be able to see them very well anyway without his glasses. Soon however, he was able to make out a silhouette in his peripheral vision, standing directly over him. He tried to control his breathing and lie as motionless as possible, pretending to still be asleep. If he could surprise them, there was a chance - however slim - that he could overpower his attacker before they carried out whatever dastardly deeds they had come to enact.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 5: Code: Red (Remix Version) Part 2: The Battle of the Agency
Previous Mission First Mission <Original Plotline by Jeremiah and Nic Ellison I do not own Club Penguin, Roblox, or Super Smash Bros. Brawl. They belong to their respective owners with respect to all other character ownership rights.>
By Jeremiah Ellison3 years ago in Fiction
Hex Cycle I: Secondary Scenes
Medyuh By The Sea (3030 CE) Sitting at a seaside resort next to Mareh Kazpyuh (formerly the Caspian Sea), Empress Atharvanh is attended by a retinue of handmaidens. She’s of tan complexion with tawny hair and verdant eyes. Flamingos frolic with pelicans in the water nearby while waiters serve libations to the ladies. Yet they soon see the arrival of a pair of Atharvanh’s spiritual counselors; High Priests of Kekh.
By Obsidian Eagle3 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Chapter 23
Read Chapter 22 here After Mat left, the girls finished their lunch in silence. When Miriam and Ayan arrived in their history class, Mat was sitting in his usual space, his hair still down and covering his face like a curtain. Miriam sat down and opened her mouth to say something, but Ayan shook her head. She had gotten in enough fights with her brother to know the best thing to do was probably to let Mat cool down.
By Molly Marjorie3 years ago in Fiction
Natural Magic Ch. 22
Read Chapter 21 Here Miriam watched as Jo prepared her uncle's favorite tea set in the kitchen. Though Jo usually wore a short, dark-colored skirt, today she wore a long yellow robe with a green sash. Her hair, which she usually wore down, was folded in several curls and ringlets on top of her head. She even wore makeup. "What are you doing?" Miriam asked.
By Molly Marjorie3 years ago in Fiction
The Journey through Ferramoust Ch. 4
Chapter 4. Saidy’s Mission [Saidy]- Once she closed and locked the door, she quickly began to pull off her maid dress and bonnet, hanging them up by her bed to get some of the wrinkles out of them. She pulled off her soft-soul black shoes and sat them on the floor at the bottom of her bed, and then took off her stockings and laid them on the side table next to her bed. She did all this in the same order every night. Then in the morning, she would take it to the room where the maids would launder it, and she would pick it up by the time she ate lunch.
By RJ Lyons3 years ago in Fiction
The Glowing
Chapter 7 Despite Greenway’s interruption of my day, I made good time getting home, and had several hours left before Morgan would be over. I was able to simmer down on the drive home, and even realized I had probably over-reacted to Greenway's questioning. By the time I got home, I felt much better, and eager to get everything ready for tonight. I shed the pink running outfit and pulled on a cream-colored camisole and some black silk boxers. I wanted to be comfortable as I cooked, but still feel sexy – I hoped it would transfer over to when Morgan arrived. I brought my CD player out to the kitchen along with a Radiohead CD and turned to volume up. I started dancing immediately, letting my previous frustrations with Greenway melt away with the music. And, since I was alone, I even sang at the top of my lungs, stretching my voice to match Thom Yorke’s thin falsetto.
By Taida3 years ago in Fiction
The Glowing
Chapter 6 I woke up on Sunday morning feeling like my head was stuffed with cotton balls. I made myself take a good long shower, and I found myself scrubbing my skin more vigorously than normal. I turned on some music while I air-dried, ‘Beethoven for Breakfast’, and meditated, trying to clear my mind and focus. I had to call the hospital to check up on Mike; I also remembered he had a son that lived in southern California who may need to be notified if the police hadn’t already done so. I should also send some flowers to Joey’s wife, but that would need to wait until Monday at least. And then I needed to make a run to the store to pick up something to make for dinner tonight – whatever else had happened I wanted to see Morgan again, and cooking would be cathartic for me. Meanwhile, I decided to shut everything out for a while, and just lay and listen to the music.
By Taida3 years ago in Fiction
The Glowing
Chapter 5 “Morgan, we have to call the police.” I was clutching my stomach, barely holding back the impulse to let everything come back up.
By Taida3 years ago in Fiction
Hunted
Mick Fog is covering every building in sight. Fuck, if I ever slept, this would be too early. I huff, glancing at the dash. It's fucking 5 o' clock in the morning. Red flashes in the corner of my eye. "Oh, shit!" I slam on my breaks, trying to avoid running the stop sign, still cursing out loud. "Fucking fog" The rumble of my old blazer is the only noise in this small ghost town. I park by the sidewalk near what appears to be their coffee shop. If it's worth a damn, it'll be open...
By Sloan Wright3 years ago in Fiction
A Talk Beneath the Oak Tree
Disclaimer: this story will make more sense if you start with the Prologue Introductions Cynan had to wait some time for the woman to come around.
By Brian3 years ago in Fiction