Vesper Alternate Ending

I wake up to the smell of salt water as I set up in my bed and look out the window into the streets of Dunwall.

Lova was on her phone doing her normal thing on instagram when deer suddenly messaged her, he said they could finally meet up after 3 years of playing sso and being virtual friends, lova was indeed verrrry happy to meet deer in real that she almost forgot to bring her phone xD. Once lova got in her care she put the keys in egnision And started up the car she drove for 6 hours until she saw deers car at a local walmart near the meeting place without thinking she ran up and started to hug deer. deer on the other hand had different plans for the meetup. he then gave her a drink and told her to drink it which she did, without realizing that it was drugged she fell and slept. she then awoke on a bed she had very tight ropes around her arms. she was scared knowing nothing of where she

“And when would that be? When would I ever believe that I went from being an only child to having a lost sister just from someone telling me that in a few minutes?”

Melisande gave her such a wide smile that another wave of gratification spread through Morgana's chest. She straightened her shoulders and glanced at Merlin. He was looking at her with admiration and she hastily turned back to Melisande before he saw how pleased Morgana was by his appreciative gaze.

On a farm was this small cabin where was a women giving birth. Miles away you could hear her screams with the lights flickering on and off. When the baby was born Elvira, a beautiful brunette with blue eyes, named her son Kenneth. However, minutes later he stopped breathing and Elvira only knew one way to heal him. In her religion if someone was sacrificed to save another, the person in need of help will be revived and the sacrificed were granted eternal peace.

There was no further interaction between brother and sister that night. Vasilios slept apart, facing outward with his back to her. The following day, he awoke with the dawn, a habit now innate to his very being since his days in the army. For a moment he thought himself still in the camp of his father, rising from a simple cot on the ground in his tent. He let out a sigh as his mind wandered through the usual routines; stretches, brief exercises, a quick wash from the water basin, a brief breakfast, then off to the morning briefing with his father and the other captains. Only, when he opened his grey eyes and instead saw the rich trappings of the Royal Residence rather than the dull hues of a tent, he breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, he had forgotten. Vasilios was King now. With a smile, he closed his eyes to sleep some more.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

A new family had moved onto Tom’s street. Tom and his mom wanted to meet them.

ong, long, ago there was a god named Leonardo who was very lonely. He longed for a companion to keep him company in this vast solar system. After a while, he thought of a plan to create someone for himself. Seven days and seven nights it took him and finally he finished. A small blue and green orb he called earth.

Draco walked down the spiral staircase on his way to Potions. He was studying every night until midnight for his final exam. Today, he wasn't feeling his best. It wasn't due to lac of hours in sleep, but yesterday afternoons walk by the Black Lake where he got bitten by a Mackled Malaclaw. He visited the Hospital Wing and was told that he would have to live out the feelings of feeling unlucky. To his extent, this worried him. Today was his last exam, and he knew from this venom he would not be lucky. This would affect the situation because he had to go through the exam feeling this way. The only way to handle this event is to try to steer his emotions away from the feeling of being unlucky. So, he placed his mind onto the content he studied

Pete whistled jauntily as he left Analise in the basement, waded through the mess of comics on the living-room floor, collected his pistol and bullets, and slammed the front door shut behind him. The flinch, when he'd charged toward, had brought a satisfied smirk to his face. For the first time, the woman had demonstrated palpable weakness, and inexplicably, that served to increase his surety that she'd forge ahead with this evening's plans. Norris, whether the smart-ass bitch would admit it, felt as if he'd gained the ascendancy. At least for the time being.

Awkward. It is difficult to act when she’s around. He finds it difficult to breathe, difficult to think, difficult to move a single muscle. The point is that: he does not want to find himself under her scrutiny. Consequently, his frustration is bound to be never-ending. But why should he feel awkward in the first place? Why should he stress about this? She’s clearly the one at fault for having the audacity to still be the most beautiful girl that he knows, even after breaking his heart.

After the battle had finished, the carcasses flooded the tunnels where Thomas fled and out to the opening where the battle had begun. The bodies banked in drifts that waxed and waned from ceiling to floor. He had survived solely on sheer positioning, limiting the numbers of attackers he fought all at once in the onslaught, but he was not unblemished. Now that his adrenaline was fleeting, he felt it in his ribs, his shoulders, and his left leg. He had taken many direct blows.

“But it was.” I whine. “It was his blue eyes I saw when I took my sword...when I took my sword...” I couldn't finish.

I heard Prompto call out to me, telling me that they’re going to leave me behind. Even though, I could tell from the others that they weren’t even going to do that at all. Following the path, to the royal tomb, Gladiolus spoke up.