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The Mansion {Maders Mansion}

The cold breeze in my face, clinging tightly to my bare arms. My arms wrapped around my torso in an attempt to keep me warm. Tears streaming down my face as memories of Harry's cruel betrayal flood my mind. Of all days, he chose my birthday to hurt me. My red pumps creating a gentle click sound with every contact it made with the tarred road. Creating the only sound the night breeze brings to my ears. Asides my sobs and the distant barks of the neighborhood dogs. My third sense is sudden activated as I sense I'm being followed. I smell danger. Walking alone on such desolate streets doesn't seem like the best idea I could have come up with. I wasn't thinking straight when I made that choice. I should have called my driver to come get me!. This creepy feeling becomes more intense and I decide to do the one thing I know I'm good at; run!. I throw my purse and phone away as I begin to run in frenzy I feel something hot on my trail, when I look back, all I see is dark fog. The more reason to run faster. The road fairly lit by moonlight, my heart in my mouth and prayers of help and mercy escaping my lips. Finally, I hear music playing from loud speakers. I'm close to civilization!. I keep running frantically. One of my pumps gone. Soon I see a club in sight with a few people outside. I begin to scream for help when a figure suddenly appears before me. In fear, I make to run in the opposite direction but another figure is right behind me. Next thing I know; i'm surrounded by darkness. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Imagine waking up in an abandoned Gothic castle in the middle of no where. With an immortal creap as your new 'mother' and over a hundred strangers as your new siblings. Where love is a crime, hope is a dream and rebelion is a death contract. A dark tunnel with no light whatsoever, would you survive?? Let's follow our protagonist into this breath taking journey and find out what could possibly be worst than this.

Aider Kwin · Terror
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Love Bird

I wake up to the chriping of birds and the suns warm kiss on my face. I adjust to a more comfortable position as I'm too lazy to want to wake up now and I feel my lips rest on something soft.

I open my eyes to see what's ever so close to me face and my eyes nearly pop when I find my lips on Desmonds. I quickly recline. ~what a grand way to start a day; with a kiss to Desmond!.

I try to move but find Desmonds arm is strongly wrapped around my waist. I try to gently remove his arm but he rather pulls me closer and tightens his grip on my poor waist.

He's pulled me so close to him, my face is a few centimeters away from his. I watch how beautiful his face is under the gift of sleep.

He slowly takes a deep breathe and I feel my lungs cling to each other as he opens his eyes. First slowly blinking open but he doesn't take his eyes off me once he sees my face so close to his.

I gulp nervously as I stare into his perfect eyes.