When she wiped her tears with a dishrag from the sink, she realized she was alone. She thanked God that Stevie must have taken the younger children upstairs, it wouldn’t be fitting for them to witness her acting so distraught; totally unaware that two of them already had.
Out of the darkness, rivers of brilliant light and color began to flow all around her, as if a dam holding back a rainbow had miraculously burst. Then she heard the music... a melody so beautiful it tugged at her very soul. It was as if the euphony clothed her
Aomine regarded the lake with little interest as he slowed Blaze down to a halt, the large Brandenburger snorted
“MUM! Wait!” I yell. My throat is sore, partly from the yelling, but mostly from the running. The thick, night fog blocked my vision of the path ahead completely, only allowing the occasional glow of the street lamps come in sight. I don't remember why I’m running or where
Slowly the blade was raised ready to grasp the woman's throat. Armand gasped in realisation “This aristo, was my love, Angele de St. Cyr!” he thought, “How devastated I am that I cannot recognise someone who I cared for so deeply!” He exclaimed internally. Her gown was tattered and ripped, her face smeared with dirt and her once delicate hands were covered with cuts and bruises instead of the the lavish jewelry that would shine in the summer sun as he would look from a distance longing for her
I looked around. "Yeah, maybe." She threw out her cigarette and nodded to me before walking back into her room. I stood outside, just watching room five. *What the hell could be in there?* I leaned against the door, put my ear to it and I listened. It was silent for a short while, but I heard a muffled knock come from inside. I continued to listen. Another knock. Then another knock. And then, complete silence. I kept my ear at the door, just listening, waiting. Another knock, but this time, it was against the door. I jumped back, shocked by what had just happened. I knew there was somebody or something in there and the fact that I didn't know who or what it was, had me completely horrified. I just wanted to get far away from that motel.
As soon as they left and went their own directions. Audrielle had heard a loud, terrifying, frightened yelling. The yelling was her sister screaming, "HELP! HELP! KACY? ALEXIA? ANYONE HERE? NOOOO! DON'T KILL ME!" Audrielle shout with hope, "ADELINE, ITS ME AUDRIELLE! WHERE ARE YOU? I WILL COME FIND YOU!
Fianna nervously pushed several loose strands of hair behind her ears and surveyed the shadowy forest. Goose bumps popped out on her forearms, sending pinpricks of pain to her fingertips. “Do you think I should tell Mom that this place isn’t as innocuous as it seems?”
“Your grandfather didn’t just die Faith, he was murdered. My father put rat poison in his wine that night that our families got together for a dance. I tried so hard to stop him but he locked me up in my room so I couldn’t.” Embry had a shaky voice and a loud cry now. My head swarmed with terrible thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head. My whole family thought he died of a heart attack. What if my parents really knew the truth and weren’t telling me? Why is Embry going for me and not anybody else? I collapsed to the ground. Lily immediately ran out from the popcorn cart and held me tight. It felt like my world was coming to an end. Embry kept apologizing like it was all her fault.
dumbfounded described pyrrha perfectly for the few seconds that had followed her brash unveiling. she wasn’t sure if she should mildly or extremely insulted. she opted for the later and began to plan out nightmare to give the fucking fish stealer. perhaps have her be trapped in a plastic bag full of water and discover how long that thief could survive for. seemed reasonable to pyrrha. she smile at ludo’s offer. that would be fun.
Aurelia’s mother, an intelligent woman, looked around the room. There were no visible marks on his body. While Aurelia’s mother did this, Aurelia opened his shirt. His chest was bruised where his heart should be.
Chapter One Maxine woke up to a painful tugging sensation in her arm. It spiraled around, all the way up to her shoulder, and it was persistent. She groaned and rubbed the soreness away. Or at least, tried to. She had woken up like this several days ago as well for reasons she couldn’t explain. It was dull, as always, but it was still there.
Richard, as best he could, articulated the details of the planned meeting in a direct, businesslike manner, as that allowed him to focus on concrete actions. He needed to maintain a calm demeanour more for his sake than Lexi's, fearful that revealing his innermost concerns and mental turmoil could induce the Heiress to respond in the same vein, and he was uncertain if he could deal with the emotional fallout, which could be potentially much more intense than his own. For, despite what he'd endured, it paled in comparison to Lexi, who'd constantly been the one victimised and forced to face the threat of imminent consequence, whilst he'd remained free to decide the next move on his own terms.
“Why can’t she understand?” She thought silently, though the words were screaming loudly in her mind.
"You do not want that," I was so startled as a whispy, haunting voice came from behind me I almost dropped th object in my hands, she continued as I turned around to look at her, "careful, that is a very old and very special object.". She was an old woman, looked like she was in her 80s. She had waist-long frizzy grey hair framing thin her ivory colored face with a scowl on it at th moment, her skin looked paper thin, with deepset frow lines, light purple shadows under her eyes, and various spots and imperfections along her aged skin. She had on long dark indigo cloths on that seemed to swallow her entirely.