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Bodice Ripper, Chapter 1Bodice Ripper
~I think Im in danger of losing a lot around you, Vivian, Darrow murmured into her sweet shoulder. My heart, for example.
Vivian snorted in disbelief.~
Jareth snorted in disbelief as well, unable to fathom how he had written such crap. Not even ten months ago he had been flooded with ideas, inspiration buoyed by the flocks of lonely women leaving stores with his books clutched to their chests. But the praise had tapered off and been slowly replaced by a discontent murmur. When was the next book coming out? Could it possibly live up to his previous release?
the sleeping city below.
Jareth had never doubted that he had drawn the winning lot in life. At 28 he was damned lucky to be a successful author, especially in a genre that was dominated by female writers. He had developed a wit and charm to complement his good looks, the women practically swooning at his feet. Not that they didnt do that already, he mused; the name Jareth
Roxas gazed up at the new/old house. Built all the way back in the 17th century, somehow it had been overlooked by historical societies and multiplex location scouters, and was actually up for sale to average members of society. Until now, that is. Roxas mom had bought the house, miles out of town, and they were moving in today. Lucky me, Roxas thought. Why did his mother have this uncontrollable need to blend with the past? For the past 18 years of his life, Roxas had been moving from town to town, his mother always seeking, after a few years, an older and more historical house.
Well, Roxas thought sarcastically, weve sure hit the jackpot here. Just a few more days and it would have been scheduled for demolition, and I could have stayed with my friends while mom looked for yet another house. But no, we had to get to the auction just in time to buy the damn thing, and Ill probably never see any of my friends again.
Roxas sighed as he grabbed hi
The Transience of Memory ch.1
Roxas sighed for what felt like the 10th time in as many minutes. Something had been niggling at his brain for the better part of the day, and he still couldn't figure out what. He scowled faintly.
Hayner stopped walking, noticing that he was well ahead of his friend. "What's up, Rox?" Brown eyes swept over him, studying his face.
Roxas shook his head, still bothered, but he didn't quite know how to explain it. "It's nothing, sorry. Let's go." Roxas swept past him, trying to beat down his distraction with every heavy step.
Hayner didn't move for a moment, looking thoughtful. "I thought you wanted to hang out, just the two of us."
"…" Roxas stopped, his back still turned.
"We don't have to go get ice cream..."
"Yeah, but you know that we're the only ones who really like the stuff." He threw over his shoulder with a smirk. "C'mon, I'll race you there!" he said, then started to run.
"Rox- hey! It's too HOT out for that right now," he called out to the retreating figure in prote
Dont be racist 1- XemSaiThe sun shone brightly on a blond man, with slightly pale skin, driving steadily along on the highway. A silver haired boy with caramel colored skin sat in the back seat while his twin a chocolate skinned boy with white hair sat beside him.
Tree. Tree. Tree. Car! The silver headed boy sat up as he said this, then slumped down again. Tree. Tree. Tree. Tree. Tree. Car! Tree. Tree. Tree. Car! Car! ca- oh wait that's just road kill. Cool! Tree. Tree. Bird! Tree. Tree. Tree. Tree. Tree. House! Another house! House. House. House. House. House. House. House. House. House. Xemnas, the silver-head, leaned his head against the car window.
Will you shut up, already? His brother, Xehanort, the white head, growled from beside him.
Okay, you two. No fighting. Ansem said from the driver's seat.
Yes, father. Xehanort said obediently. Xemnas rolled his eyes. His brother was always kissing up to their father. Okay, Ans
For Rude Lovers"Reno ran off again," Rude sighs, sitting in the staff lounge of the Shinra wing at Healen Lodge. "You'd think he's learn after the first three times we locked him out "
"Relax Rude," you say. "He's a Turk. He can take care of himself."
"Do you know Reno at all?" he asks you. You see one of his eyebrows raise above his shiny black sunglasses.
You just laugh.
After staring out a window at the verdant green landscape beyond for a few moments, Rude sighs again and stands. "We should probably go find him. Would you like to accompany me?"
"Sure." You stand too, straightening your tie and black jacket. You also check your hip for your weapon. You're a bit paranoid, after all, you're a new Turk trainee. Although you were constantly astounded and grateful that you got to train with such skilled Turks as Rude and Reno, you had to be extra careful. They came up with some interesting tests and situations you had to deal with. The missions they gave you were difficult ones.
Even if half of th
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