Not so new to Wattpad any more. The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin
Location:Inside a large encyclopedia
Joined:3 years ago
The man in front of me kept his head still, his gaze buring a hole in my forehead. “Fine, I’ll let him live,” he growled.
I love that show!
You guys... <3
He moved his arms out as if to hug me and the black robe shifted slightly. I can see he has dark pants underneath. “Did you miss me cupcake?” the hooded man questioned, and stepped closer to me...
*hands up* We did Death, love ya ;)
I suddenly feel as if I just put myself back to the top of someones priority list.
Who could this be from?
I held up the baby Jesus and the cross and shouted, “The power of Christ compels you!”
My people, they are here :)
I looked around him to see a tall scythe standing straight up in the middle of the room. He walked over to it, and turned to face me. I swallowed a huge lump in my throat, and stared at the very long...
I love you so much. That was brilliant :)
She laughed, “Ok, now you’re just being ridiculous. He had no hood.”
As I slowly took in the familiarity of the leather jacketed man who's regarded cigarette had almost penetrated my flesh, I finally realized where I had heard that voice of sultry, alluring, and smoot...