Healing Hearts11,Aug. '13
Healing Hearts (prompt 6)
"It’s gonna be a hard journey, but just believe me when I say it’ll all be worth it in the end."
Melanie could not believe what she was hearing. Essa smiled at her, gripping the young girl’s arms. It was the closest she had ever come to a hug from the woman.
"No," the preteen let out a pitiful moan, "You’re… You can’t do this!" Melanie tried to wretch her arms free, ready to fight Essa. "You’re such a damn liar!"
Essa’s smile looked sad, and two of the soldiers beside her edged closer. “You keep your men back, Archer.” she snarled, the warmth disappearing from her voice. Her red eyes staring daggers at the captain in the room.
He frowned, then motioned for his men to back off.
"Mels," she turned her tone soft and soothing as Melanie fought to pull free. "You’ve been fighting me every step of the way… I know how hurt you’ve been. Since Kaiden did that to you…. But
Dinner Date05, Aug. '13
She froze with the wine glass an inch from her mouth, her gaze focused on the sheet of paper he’d just handed her.
"I decline." she growled, her brown eyes scanning him. "Now please leave Levi."
The woman was petite in stature, and had midnight hair with eyes that matched. Her skin was a warm cocoa color, her throat, cleavage, shoulder blades and much of her shoulders exposed by the dress she wore. The man sitting across from her at the dinner table was fit, tall, and built like a bear. His face bronzed slightly by su, his brown hair neatly trimmed, combed and gelled into place. His suit looked nice on him, and had to be let out due to his height and his muscled form.
Levi swallowed the lump in his throat. “Margot. Please. Just hear me out.”
He slid the paper across the table at him. “Just… Read it.”
Margot looked at the paper, putting the glass down carefully. She read the paper, a formal apology from Levi’s Alpha for the disturb
Howling to the Moon03,Aug. '13
He wondered how long this secret had been kept from him.
Bryce stared at the little girl who clung to Seren’s leg. “Who’s dat, Mama?” she asked, big golden eyes staring back at him.
"No body, babyface. Go see Esther. She came back with sweeties from her trip." Seren smiled, a dazzling smile that Bryce missed seeing. The little girl ran off, her canter somewhat uneven.
After sometime of just studying Seren, Bryce spoke up. “….She’s beautiful,” he sounded breatless, pained. “She has your eyes.”
Seren frowned at him. “You need to leave before Rick comes back,” she adjusted her leather jacket some, crossing her arms and pushing her chest out. Bryce gave her a sad look.
"Her father?" he asked.
"No." Seren growled. "My Alpha. And Lyssa is my daughter. Mine."
"You can’t be happy with this life." he said, looking back up to meet her eyes. "Being his….his… Mistress!"
Seren glowered at him. &
Normalcy02, Aug. '13
“I’m sorry I don’t meet your standards of normalcy!”
The teen stood up, knocking over his chair from the table. He ran his fingers through his black hair, blue eyes staring daggers across the table.
"You could have gotten expelled!" his father growled, "Goddamnit Jack! Look at me when I’m talking to you."
"I wish I was expelled," the senior huffed, straightening his thin frame. "Then I could forfeit that goddamn swimming scholarship and wouldn’t have to cut my hair and wouldn’t be called freak by those assholes on my own team!"
Hugh frowned, then grabbed the boy by the nape of his neck. “We’re going over to the school and you are submitting a formal apology for this disturbance. You don’t, and I swear to god Jack, I’m sending you to the Academy and they can lock you up in the Vault for all I care.”
Off in another part of the house, Jack heard his mother wail a long cry of pain. He liked Cecilia, and th
To be a Bride 303, Aug. '13
Kimal rode with the supplies on the car, pulled by two large six legged horses, her own horse traveling behind tied to a tether. She watched at the scenery went by, and tilted her head some to look at the brothers who sat on either side of her. Neland, the elder, and Fenrir, the younger, were both stiff and not very talkative.
Maybe they thought she was homely and weird, and wanted to avoid speaking with her. Where their father was jovial and talkative, his sons were off little salamanders. She looked at the clothes she chose to were today. A orange camisole with a billow light green bownecked top that ended midrib. Her pants were rusty orange, and she wore toeless leggings to show off her clawed feet.
After almost two and a half hours of almost complete silence, Kimal stood up on the moving metal and wood vehicle, stepped over Fenrir who was not driving the horses, climbed along the side of the car, and move to her own horse. She untethered the animal then cantered around
To be a Bride 231, Jul. '13
The General Tessan looked at the small home. It was nice, clean and smelled of cedar and apples. The man of the house, a retired comrade of his, spoke over small glassed of tea and sweets.
He had known the man, Ulrich, since their service together, and they were like brothers. Their wives knew one another, but their children were vaguely acquainted. Tessan had four daughters of his own, and two sons. His daughters had all found love and lived with their husbands across the country.
His younger son sat to his left, and his older stood by a book case, admiring their literature. They spoke softly with one another, not liking the prospect of marrying some girl they didn’t know.
"For a bunch of wheat growers, they sure have an extensive collection." Neland muttered.
Fenrir glanced at the leather bound second edition book by Nassat n’Mor. A collection of religious poems from the some centuries before. The calligraphy was beautiful, and the pages felt delicate.
To be a Bride"Go back upstairs and put on the clothes I laid out for you." her mother growled.
"I’m not jumping through another on of your hoops, mom." Kimal growled, defiantly crossing her arms over her chest. Her mother moved, baring sharp fangs that reminded her of their dog, Tyria.
"The general is asking for you. And it is rude to be dressed like some…" She motioned to the loose fitting flood pants and the billowy sleeved top that showed off her tone stomach. "Trollop!"
"I can’t breath! If you make me cover up my back!" she stressed, lifting up her long locks, showing off her bronzed skin. "He lives in Grikta and it’s always humid and muggy there!"
Kimal tried to walk around her mother, but she grabbed her arm hindering her advance. “Kimal! This is a chance once in a life time in our family!”
Her mother’s golden-red eyes shown with anger, then something Kimal recognized at desperation. She was the oldest and only daughter, the odds of her being a
Your Clothes Won't Fit Me29, Jul. '13
Your clothes won’t fit me
"Your clothes won’t fit me!" she shouted through the door.
She stood in the bathroom, staring at the pajama pants and t-shirt her friends had given her. She was well into oblivion, her words slurred and she still judged the taste of tequila and vomit on her tongue.
How she had made it into the bathroom, into the tub, and not rendered unconscious was an amazing feat, in her opinion. She was sure her legs were useless noodles through a majority of the night, and she had fallen clear into the tub itself. She remembered sliding through like an otter, and begging them to leave her there to sleep. No such luck on her part as two pairs of female hands washed her face, hair and arms. After the washing, she stood in the bathroom, staring at the clothes her friends had given her.
She had the pants on, soft fluffy cupcakes adorned fleece legs.
She tugged at the shirt, testing how stretchy it was. A blonde popper her head in the bathroom to check