Finally a small, four-legged figure emerged from the green. It jumped onto the pathway right in front of Zoro, then stared at him with red, accusing eyes. It was a fox like none of them had ever seen before; pitch black his coat, adamant his posture.
Lance never had a special relationship to fire, not as he had with water. Sometimes he felt it would have been poetic if his first love had been the ocean and his second one an inferno. But that wasn't the case.
"So, what are your plans for the holidays, Kazumi?"
While Brad was asking this question the young japanese girl Kazumi Kuraki was walking side to side with her best friend.
And then he felt Knox's lips on his. They felt nice. So nice. Knox was nice. Knox was good. Up until now, Knox had never harmed him, and it had taken him too long to see why.
The day I met him, I was still young. He was the shark everyone knew.
Sure and strong were his moves. Cold and dead were his eyes, that flickered with hidden glee at the fear perceived. Eyes that held death and worse in every glance.
Nobody dared to cr
“Oh God, Oren,” Meirav shrieked. “Help me! Nadir put Mister Slithers in my shirt!”
“He was cold,” Nadir said. Though still miserable, he was inwardly in stitches. “Snakes don't produce their own heat-”
“Fuzzy, my left testicle might give a shit,”
Slowly the demon opened his eyes. Warm sunlight flooded the bedroom of his apartment and he felt rays of sunshine on his face. It was early in the morning and as Crowley realized where he was and who laid next to him in his arm a hint of a smile ran over his face.
"Any last words?"
His view got blurry, as he saw this giant man standing above him, his glaive hovering inches above his chest. He knew his time has come, but he didn´t give up. His heart beating faster than ever.
Walking on the soft forest floor, which was covered in old and dry brown leaves and acorns you could sometimes catch a glimpse of some red squirrels running and hiding their treasures.
While on the hunt for a 'fugitive', Hifumi's life is thrown into disarray when fate tries to cut her future short. A spin-off of my previous novel "New Line", in honour of one of my favourite characters who deserved better treatment.
"You went to hell – as me – took a bath in Holy Water – for me – and basically told everyone in hell that I'm yours in Tartan language?!”
“Oh, I thought it was only appropriate, given our side and all.”
If the incident in 1941 was the key moment Aziraphale’s walls of denial finally began to crumble and he reluctantly admitted to himself that yes, he was indeed very much and hopelessly in love with Crowley, demon, hereditary enemy and best f
Something was very wrong with him and if Crowley had paid just a little bit of attention, he would have noticed yet another change about himself. Sadly, his single brain cell was only able to process one train of thought at a time and right now Crowley's
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