“Pah, like you'd listen if I was the leader.” If he strangled him now, would anybody convict him? If they knew what he had to put up with day after day? Arrogant son of a bitch who thought he was so much better than the rest of them!
A few months back he’d have never imagined he could be with someone ever again - but it was a man of all things that showed him that there was still hope left in love for someone like him.
Their lips touched by accident, only for a few seconds and Bobbi pulled away, a faint blush covering her cheeks. "Blushing so easily?" He smirked at her, still holding her close.
Falara is turning crazy by this feeling, she is getting hot, she can’t breath anymore, she needs to get a good excitement now. She takes off her panties and she recognizes her pussy dripping. She slowly moves with 2 of her finger on her vagina and starts
“Ouuh! My shoulders are so stiff! Seungri-ah! Shut the door and massage me, please.“ “Nae, hyung.” I sat right behind Jiyong-hyung and was about to place my hands on his shoulders when he suddenly took off his shirt. // Auszug
You walked down the aisle, sipping on a cup of hot chocolate you had bought at the bakery around the corner, along with your breakfast. Not the best substance to get awake in the morning, but you liked it better than coffee. The building was a little conf
Dying. It hurts. She can tell; she´s done it dozens of times. Always waking to another reality; Always waking to another dream. When will it end? She doesn´t know.
Who is this boy?
Italy, also known as Feliciano Vargas was a young man, who lived in the house of Austria, alias Roderich Edelstein, together with the lovely and beautiful Elizaveta Héderváry, better known as Hungary.
Italy lived in Austria’s house since we was a child.
There once lived a little girl.
Her name was J.
J never had an easy live.
She was always bullied in school and she never had any friends.
She was always alone.
But J had one big dream.
And there was one person in her family, who was always there for her.
In a small village behind the mountains there lived a little witch named Ala Kazam.
The little witch went to the school of magic, because she wanted to become a great witch.
In this school there was also a little wizard named Hocu Pocu.
When Sakura first set her foot in at Uchiha Publishing as the new intern she had no idea what was coming for her. Those dark, captivating eyes of her boss, Uchiha Sasuke, would haunt her even more than before now. The same eyes as in her dreams, a mystery
But there was another god, too. He had white hair, pale skin and red eyes. His name was Nasc: god of linking, master of paths and patron saint of wandering souls.
Staring into the distance, the blonde woman stood on the balcony at the highest point of the Latverian Embassy. A soft breeze surrounded her, playing with her long hair, causing the emerald green cape around her shoulders to move.
<xxxxxxxx@aol.de> schrieb am 22:47 Uhr am 12. August 1998:
Dear Sina,
How are you? I hope you are fine. Long time no email by you and I wonder why. Maybe something in your life have changed? And I was really busy, too. Nine weeks without computer.
I wish the last years would disappear
full with emotions, mostly with fear.
I wish I could change my decisions I made
hope for forgiveness, I think it's too late.
You crossed my mind in so many ways,
always made me smile when I thought about our good days.
8 am in the morning, Friday. I'm just in the Pharell Williams Happy mood and just finished my sixties glamour makeup 'cause today I'll visit a gallery in Hamburg and go shopping afterwards. I upload a selfie at instagram. The light is not the best, it's b
Girl of my Dream
I'm standing on my balcony.
The stars above me are shining bright.
I'm thinking about the dream last night where I met you.
You stand in front me with white wings and long brown hair that fall over your back.
Your white dress was shivering in the wind.
“See? Do me a favor Tony and for once shut up. Nobody listens to you anyway…even Gibbs is more than fed up with you. And for your information, he knows that we are going against Bodnar and he even provided me with Intel about his whereabouts. We are just
Standing here in front of him tortures me a bit. Everyone around beaming with delight, his enthusiastic smile, just me grumpy. It doesn’t hurt me being the only unhappy; it hurts being surrounded of so many people.
