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You'd spent all day preparing for this. Still, you didn't feel ready at all; your hands were shaking lightly against the top of the tub that sat in your lap and the nerves were getting so bad it felt like your stomach was cramping. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at the clock on the wall as you exhaled. 6:30PM. Figuring that if left alone to do this at any time, you would've chickened out eventually, so you had set a time limit for yourself. Be there at 7PM at the latest. You set the tub down beside you on your bed, standing up to look into the mirror of your vanity desk. Standing for a moment, you watched your reflection as you turned

"Sir, I need to talk to you about-" "Not now Bidwell, I'm busy!" Saxton Hale scoffed, speed walking through Mann Co.'s headquarters. "Busy doing what exactly, sir?" Mr. Bidwell asked, jogging to keep up with the burly Australian who gave a bout of hearty laughter at his question. "Why Bidwell, Charles Darling's zoo isn't going to burn down itself now is it! Those animals don't deserve to be behind bars, they deserve to be killed in a real fight, by a real man, like me!" Hale beat a large hand against his bare chest, placing the other on his assistant's shoulder.  Mr. Bidwell sighed, lifting a page from the clipboard he was holding. "Actual

Groaning, I rolled onto my side. Jack's arm was lifelessly hung across my waist; his fingers tickling my naked upper half. I, the boy with the fair hair, gripped my boyfriend's wrist and flung the limb in a different direction, slipping out from the covers and away from the warmth of my bed. My sweaty feet padded against the floor, as I made my way to a glint of light in the shadows. Cold prickled against my bare skin, wind howled and attacked the thin glass of the window. I sat myself in front of a young man. He was scrawny, thin and pale. His hair was dishevelled and light in colour. His face was blank, staring back at me levelly. Blotchy

The school you went to was a pretty good one, though your favourite feature was its extensive list of foreign students. Your school was open to just about everyone and, though stationed in your home country, many other cultures had been introduced due to how accepting the school was. You were exceedingly happy about this, for without it, you would never have met your best friend, Lovino Vargas. Lovino was Italian and transferred over with his younger brother, Feliciano. The younger Italian was cheery and happy-go-lucky. You found him to be a breath of fresh air; Lovino found him incredibly irritating. The older Italian was grumpy, that was

King Flynnt grinned as a young servant girl handed him a slender glass of wine. He took a quick slurp, sighing contently. His wife sat at his side on her smaller, silver throne, and she smiled happily, gripping his free hand with her own. King Flynnt was a large man, his round stomach protruding slugishly from his crimson red silk shirt. He had light brown hair streaked with gray, but a bushy, orange beard. His face was wrinkled and old, the result of pulling so many strained faces over the years. His Queen, Suzal, was a young woman with dark brown hair, around half the kings age. She had peaceful grey eyes, tanned skin and a strange scar o

"Mommy, I want to hear a story!" Squealed Cass from her small bed in the corner, waving her arms in anticipation. Khrystin laughed, rolling her eyes as she wrote on the piece of parchment in front of her. It was the usual message, 'Lord Jaymes is needed at the South post.' She never delivered or wrote any interesting messages. She set the quill down gently, swivelling in her chair to get a good look at her mother who was settling down next to Cass, attempting to calm down the young girl, in order to tell her the usual story. Though Khrystin was sixteen, she enjoyed hearing her mother so enthusiastic about something other than marrying off h