The day I met him, I was still young. He was the shark everyone knew.
Sure and strong were his moves. Cold and dead were his eyes, that flickered with hidden glee at the fear perceived. Eyes that held death and worse in every glance.
Nobody dared to cr
Month ago, Monroe had seen Nick nearly die and live. He had felt a strange disrupture of his equilibrium that he had never felt before. The wolf was restless.
A mysterious dream is the starting point for a story that seems like you know it already - and is still completely different.
This is an alternative retelling of the 3rd school year of Jūdai Yūki at Duel Academy.
"Crowley, whatever happens in the next few minutes, don't you ever...turn around."
"What are you up to?"
"Close your eyes."
"Why?"
"Close. Your. Eyes!"
"...
“Oh God, Oren,” Meirav shrieked. “Help me! Nadir put Mister Slithers in my shirt!”
“He was cold,” Nadir said. Though still miserable, he was inwardly in stitches. “Snakes don't produce their own heat-”
“Fuzzy, my left testicle might give a shit,”
Slowly the demon opened his eyes. Warm sunlight flooded the bedroom of his apartment and he felt rays of sunshine on his face. It was early in the morning and as Crowley realized where he was and who laid next to him in his arm a hint of a smile ran over his face.
"Any last words?"
His view got blurry, as he saw this giant man standing above him, his glaive hovering inches above his chest. He knew his time has come, but he didn´t give up. His heart beating faster than ever.
Walking on the soft forest floor, which was covered in old and dry brown leaves and acorns you could sometimes catch a glimpse of some red squirrels running and hiding their treasures.
Wie denken Orcs über den Frühling? Werfen wir einen Blick in den orkischen Jahreszeiten-Gedichtekanon. Dies und andere Gedichte erwarten euch in dieser Sammlung.
A magical explosion throws Harry through time. He ends up not ten or twenty years before his time but a hundred, placing him in 1932. He can't remember why he is there, if he had a purpose or if it was an accident. What to do?
While on the hunt for a 'fugitive', Hifumi's life is thrown into disarray when fate tries to cut her future short. A spin-off of my previous novel "New Line", in honour of one of my favourite characters who deserved better treatment.
"You went to hell – as me – took a bath in Holy Water – for me – and basically told everyone in hell that I'm yours in Tartan language?!”
“Oh, I thought it was only appropriate, given our side and all.”
If the incident in 1941 was the key moment Aziraphale’s walls of denial finally began to crumble and he reluctantly admitted to himself that yes, he was indeed very much and hopelessly in love with Crowley, demon, hereditary enemy and best f
Something was very wrong with him and if Crowley had paid just a little bit of attention, he would have noticed yet another change about himself. Sadly, his single brain cell was only able to process one train of thought at a time and right now Crowley's
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