A Seraphine Alternate Ending

Isaac got up quickly with only his boxers still on. They both made eye contact with each other, standing there in surprise. Being completely embarrassed, Malessica turned around, exiting the room within seconds. Her face had completely reddened, closing her eyes tightly. Since she had exited, Isaac slammed the door shut, pressing his back against it. His face was reddened completely, having two girls appear on him without clothes twice within a span of a few minutes.

The smell of death and inevitable change, still filled the streets of Paris just like it did all those years ago when the politically fuelled Armand St. Just was fighting for the Republicans cause. Now he was in Paris with the League of the Scarlet Pimpernel saving those that he once condemned. Armand glanced at the envelope he was to deliver to one of his incomparable members, the red wax seal reminded him of when he was first handed an invitation to join the Scarlet Pimpernel, the embossed flowers glistened with pride, it signified a chance to fight for what is honourable. This was the first time he encountered Percy Blakeney the leader of the Scarlet Pimpernel, a man of many talents and faces. He vividly remembered, like dogs, hundreds of Republicans barked and snarled at Madame de la Guillotine, encouraging her to end the lives of those they despised. At the front of pack, Armand remembered standing with many of the alphas, watching them hungry for the blood of those beheaded.

The form of a young woman now stood before her, garbed in a diaphanous gown of flowing reds, golds, blues and greens, and close enough to touch. She walked gracefully in darkness, each footstep alighting an invisible path that Ashe could not

Aomine regarded the lake with little interest as he slowed Blaze down to a halt, the large Brandenburger snorted

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! DON'T

Many years ago there was a handsome immortal man named Solarius, who was the human representation of the sun. He was the offspring of the sun god Helios and wandered the earth from dawn until dusk, when he disappears with the sun. For years Solarius was oblivious to the moon rising as the sun set, until one day he turned back just before he faded away and was stunned by the beauty of the moon and it’s companion. As Solarius fades away, he vows to learn more about the mysterious maiden.

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.

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.

The ground was split wide open, making a chasm that looked to go on forever and filled with inky darkness. Proserpina looked at the cracked earth where the flowers once resided with awe, she had never seen such destructive force before. Tearing her eyes from the ground, they widened even more than before at the chariot. It was beautifully designed, appearing to be made out of obsidian and garnet and other gems that she had no name for. She stared at the intricate designs for several minutes until she heard the sound of a throat being cleared. Looking up, she gasped. A god, dressed in dark fabric with colors she couldn’t discern. He appeared very regal, but not to the extent of her father Zeus or her uncle Poseidon. She had never seen him before and she couldn’t restrain her curiosity.

“You wanted a clue, so here you are,” said a disembodied voice, somewhere amongst the shadows.

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.

“Well I guess I go first, since I was the one whom had the dream.” Lucinda said as she snatched the Gem off of the table top.

Lucia Zabini admired herself in the mirror as she applied the final touches of her make-up. She’d always been a vain woman, and to be fair she had a lot to be vain about. Her luscious raven locks cascaded like a waterfall down to her waist, which was a perfect hour glass. Men had always stopped to stare at her, struck dumb by her beauty, but Lucia rarely paid any attention to them; that is, unless they were rich. Lucia’s one true love was galleons, and lots of them.

A long time ago humans and animals lived as one. Together they lived in caves and walked on all fours. There was a young monkey names Sarah. Sara was so sweet. One day she was talking to Elephant.

Isolde did not bother to lift the bottom hem of her dress as she slogged through the mud, ankle deep after days and days of punishing rainstorms. She paused for a moment to adjust the satchel strap digging into her shoulder, promising herself she would not glance back at the castle where her husband, King Mark, slept. He would find out she had run off soon enough, and what then? What then…?