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      Undertaker's Daughter CH 2 2 days later   Arabella's POV                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I had fiannaly woken up after being out for god knows how long, tears forming in my eye's from my terrifying

    Undertaker's Daughter:  CH 1   3rd person POV  Undertaker smiled a genuine smile as he held his little girl for the first time, he felt that the nine months of cravings hormones and everything else in-between had fianally paid off. Of course happy moments are always when disaster decides to strike.As Undertaker handed the baby to his beautiful bride-to-be, Carlena Sutcliff, her phsycotic brother decides to stop by, and he is enraged. " Carly, how many times have I told you, Undertaker is MINE!" he screeched and proceded to drag her away. Undertaker got up and  ran toward them with a look of fury directed to Grell. But, before he cou

  Sing for freedom; never give in, to the evil that want's it gone. We must work hard; keep goals in sight, oh, I can already smell liberty. Oh dear God, answer my plea, help us be freed from this tyrany. Oh, sweet freedom, please come our way; follow our everdarkening path. Oh, dear freedom, our only beacon, omly sorce of light. In our darkness, this will guide us, Heavan help us all. I never thought that I'd go to war,must fight,must be a soldier to the core. Dear lord help us in this battle, so much loss without a gain. Why is there so much light, oh lord, I see you now...

  Resting your back against the wall, you let out a silent sigh. England in the winter time could freeze people to the core, especially the poorer who lived on the street, much like you.   Bringing a cold, shaky hand to your throat, you released another silent sigh before averting your attention to the streets before you. Richer people bustled around, warm in their coats and breezing through snow like it was nothing.   Holding your hands out, you hoped that maybe some sweet person might pass by and give you some money. Seeing a poor, mute girl alone on the street often times didn't get a good response. Usually, the richer saw

My father was an incredible man, he would always be there for me when I needed him make me laugh when I was upset, he would hold me as I cried, he would help me fight away my fears. Everyday he would greet me as I came home from school he would always praise me for my report card. He loved me and I loved him, he was a brilliant man, but after my mother died things changed. As the days rolled by the more I watched as my father sink more and more into depression since the death of my mother seven years ago he wasn't the same it hit us both hard and when I say hard I mean hard. He no longer smiled, laughed or even seemed interested in the activ

Chapter Three; World Meeting Tino crept into Berwald's room early one morning, smiling softly when he saw (Y/N) cuddled into him, breathing softly, with her small fingers wrapped in his hair. A shot went through Tino's heart. He wished he could do that, sleep so soundly beside someone. But it made him feel too exposed and vulnerable, and he wonders if he'll ever conquer this fear of his. It reminded him of battling in an open field; feeling exposed and vulnerable. Gently shaking (Y/N), he smiled when her lids cracked open. "Wakey wakey!," he beamed, "Come on, wake up. We've got the meeting today." (Y/N) groaned and tucked her head under B

  SebastianxDemon!Reader   His Princess Chapter Eight: Inadequacy                “Felis…” The Feline was surrounded in darkness and her wrists were bound. She wiggled her legs only to find her ankles bound as well. The Feline began to breathe sporadically, completely confused. “Calm down, Felis.” She stopped moving. It was him. It was his voice. It was perfectly clear and unintelligible all at once. If her hands were free, she would have covered her ears. It was King Lucifer.                  “Your Majesty.” The fallen angel chuckled and fear surged through her whole body.                  “

"Daddy?" "Yes poppet?" Oliver smiled as he place the tray of cupcakes on the counter. "Tell me a story." "Sure thing poppet~! You can take a seat if you like." "I'll just sit on the floor~" you sat down and looked up at your father, waiting for him to start. "Once upon a time, there lived a five family rabbits. One rabbit is the father named OllieBunny, the uncle named FranBunny, the oldest son named MatBunny, the other son named AlBunny and the cute daughter named [Nickname]Bunny." "Wait, why am I called AlBunny?" Allen asked, who was sitting beside you. "Shut up, AlBunny!" Oliver smiled, "Now where was I? Oh! Right! One day, they wen