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Katie's POV "This is our house we kept it just incase we went on holiday?" I screamed to the old woman. "You bought a new house in Beverly Hills," she croaked. "What number?" I asked.
You didn't talk to me at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the week after that. But at home, when your friends weren't around, you talked to me all the time. I couldn't shut you up.
"A house divided against itself cannot stand" - Mark 3:25 Prologue: Corinne- November of 1986 Corinne sat in a large chair, crossing her arms in her lap.
All I wanted was to see him one more time. To see his face again. But it was to late. He was gone.
Chapter 3 ::: I awoke the next day and I was lying in a hospital bed with a bandage on my head. I was still dizzy and my vision was blurry.
I never thought being so immortal could change someone's life. The feeling is so cold like ice, so strong but fragile, never moving forward yet still living.
Part 11 - sorry I haven't wrote them in ages :( Josh's POV _*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_ As soon as I got back, I picked up something was wrong. It was quiet, too quiet.
Present day Azabu... "Mr. Aizawa, the head of the company would want to see you next Monday," "Schedule it 2 PM." "Okay and Ms.
I wake up the next day and find that I'm on the floor. I sit up and crack my back. It's really stiff. I hear a noise from my bed. I look up and see Kat sprawled on just about every inch of the bed.
I was eating dinner with my family and my dog Ruber. He was shaggy And brown. Plus, like dogs he loves Bacon. I was rubbing his fur under the table when my mom asked me a question.
My heart thudded in my enflamed throat, and the muscles of my legs flexed and unflexed as I pumped my body harder to carry my weight faster.
Jamie's room looked exactly the same as it always did the night of the Mass. Everything was organized, just as she liked it. Everything was there but her. I sat on her bed. It still smelled like her.
I woke up with a start by the noisy, electric hum of my mobile phone under my pillow. Swearing loudly and rubbing my eyes irritably with clenched fists I glanced at the watch. 6 am.
The world today is waking up to news that Christopher Kringle, the inventor of Christmas has disappeared.
27/22/12 It was a mistake, going to Sarah's house. I'm never going back.
25/11/12 Sarah was, to be honest, one of those people I only ended up being friends with because we worked together - we would never have picked each other out of a crowd, but circumstances forced...
I'd just like to thank @nynahunney before I start for helping me start to write again and for giving me all the praise I needed to get going ❤ "Things will be better here" -TIFFANY- "It takes a...
"Oh Phillip. They're gorgeous, where did you get them!" "All the way from Paris darling, made from the finest French silk." He said, kissing her tenderly down her neck.
Chapter 1 It was Christmas Eve . We lived in a cosy cottage in the middle of the forest,my mum and dad where In the kitchen rattling all the plaits together .
Next chapter, I hope it posts!. 'I think I'll name the boy.....' Charmai and Dave were thinking of names for the twins. Hobnob was still asleep, Thank god!. They didn't want him picking names.
When a loved one disappears, it must surely be the hardest thing in ones life to come to terms with. Especially if that loved one is never found, or worse.
Body beach 5 I awoke the next morning by a knock on my door. "Lilliana?" My mum questioned if I was awake as she walked in. "Yes." I said in a whisper as I sat up in bed.
It had been hours since Ethan had woken up from his coma. That was the official term that Doc had given it.
"Are you happy?" came the question from his therapist. "Is anyone happy?" was the reply he gave.