Short Story

Adel is a character in the story that we get to know quite well by Danny's descriptions of her. Physically Adel was very pretty. "The girls black hair fell to her shoulders, making a frame for her face. She looked tired, but her dace was tanned and her mouth was a warm red. Her cheeks were pink from the wind." And "In spite of her clothing, Adel w as attractive. Her hair was as black as he had remembered it and it hung in loose, natural waves. Here eyes were a dark blue. Underneath the too-large sweater, her breasts were made soft, noticeable mounds." Mentally, Adel is very shy. She rarely talked and when she did it was in a timid voice barely noticeable to hear. She didn't seem very confident with herself either if she was always wearing large, baggy clothing. Not to say that girls who wear baggy clothing are unconfident, but it just showed that she wasn't comfortable with herself. Even when Danny was living with her she was shy from him. It takes her a while to adjust to certain people, it seems. Before she can get comfortable with them.

I stepped forward and looked at the creature. “But what exactly are you? You appear so much against nature, that we can’t figure out why you are attacking us.”

“Wow,” the demon responded. “I know I’m a demon, but I’m pretty sure that’s downright evil.”

"No, my Lord. She is listening in, I'm sure, and with her origins, the creature you seek is a daemon she has probably dealt with."

Will nodded excitedly. "Yeah! And they're also rumored to enjoy DECAPITATING their victims! Anyway, I've always wanted to see one of them. They seem pretty cool! Well, not the head-chopping part, but you know what I mean, don't you?"

        “I thought you were one of them,” he admits, squirming under Walker's punishing hold. “I told them last time I saw them that if I did see them again, then I’d kill them.”

“It’s all apart of her plan,” the blue Sprite speaks up. “She’ll find a few creatures from a random dimension and torture them to the brink of insanity.”

"I'm Count Dracula, and this is just to impress the nurse, have you ever thought that someone is so beautiful that you would do just about anything for them?" Vale asks sighing as he looks at Adrien.

“I have never seen a butterfly of such beauty and color!” She exclaimed. “You are no ordinary creature… you must be one of the gods or goddesses of Mount Olympus. Why have you come before me?”

Seeing Amaimon like this, confident, even dominant, was so very arousing, so very intoxicating. He moaned throatily as Amaimon pushed him back, settling on his knees. The earth king's pale, slender hands slid up his legs, promising so much pleasure it made his mind spin dizzily. He looked at his mate with pleading, green eyes, begging for the warm, wet heat of his mouth. The hunger in his brother's gaze told the time King clearly that he would not have to wait very long for what he wanted, but Samael wasn't sure if it was the promise in the other's gaze or the thought that Amaimon was actually looking at him with such lust that made his aching arousal twitch with anticipation. A shaky sigh escaped his kiss swollen lips as finally the earth King sunk down

“Ciel, Sebastian. I have some business to take care of. I will meet you back at the mansion.” I opened a gate and step through. Leaving a confused Earl and a smirking butler. The second I close the gate I’m tackled by a familiar pink and blue blur. “Hello Rhode how have you been” I smile down at her.

“Morning private” Ben replied. It was like any other morning in the camp. Ben was a soldier in the american army. He was stationed in the rockies, fighting indians and exploring the mountain ranges. The camp was quiet, not a lot of words exchanged. The men all just sat around eating the same food and drinking the coffee as every other day.

“Well, she has to be strong, of course, and beautiful, potentially deadly, and unreadable. Fit to be queen.”

“No, but I could forgive you your mistake. You’re here because you didn’t die. You’ve spent the last several hours being healed, true, but that was simply to get you mobile as soon as possible. By the time we’d found you after your failure to report for transplant, you’d already grown most of a new liver. It had, admittedly, been several days that you’d lain on the floor, so I had you brought here so I could study you.” Lung-Tze cocked his ancient, wrinkly head to one side. “You’re not following, are you? Let me condense the story.

Millie Barker is a remarkably reserved (can you think of a better word) twenty year old. At present, she is unencumbered by the usual plights of youth and this suits her just fine. Now, aside from this Millie does not seem to be particularly remarkable. She is of average height, with average features, she received average grades, and garnered average likability from those that she interacted with. Her clothing usually consists of jeans and a comfortable top in an unremarkable color variety of grey, white, and putrid (does that make it remarkable?) green. However, what she seems to lack with external adornments, she makes up for with internal ones. What coalesces inside this seemingly unremarkably average individual is akin to a beautifully