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#nightdwellers. Dancing blood along your back,. Lying down to await attack,. Descending monster,. Greedy lips,. Heading down to. lavished hips,. Vulnerable flesh,. Greedily devoured,.
Hey, this is chapter 10. Nothing is really happening but I knew you guys wanted it. Thanks for all your support.
Marvellous traction in moving inaction, A terrifying motion, unwittingly chosen, Turning wheels and clinking chains, Miraculous machine in pouring rains, Carving your name into the bark, Holding you...
Hey, Sorry it's been two days since I posted the last chapter. Here it is. Enjoy. Oh and just to make up for it I am posting another one tonight.
Hey, Enjoy this, it's got Cassandras mum and dad in this Chapter 12 Three days later my arm was feeling a lot better and we hadn’t heard anything from Tony.
Hey guys, I really hope you enjoy this. It's chapter 5, patch and Cassandra's date. Strange date but who cares. Chapter 5 Patch stood at the door with his mouth hanging open. I smiled, did he like it.
#nightdwellers. Take my hand,. And I'll take yours,. We'll paint the clocks all white,. For who needs time,. When you've got blood,. That mixes with the night,. Take my hand,. And I'll take yours,.
Silhouettes in the moonlight. Bodies entwined. Lovers of the night. Wild lust combined. Quenching a thirst. Taking a bite. He drinks first. keeping her in sight. He gives her eternity.
My love is on the broken wings of a fallen angel. Her tears dropping on the soft ground as flowers blossom beside her though not to cheer her up, but to take joy in her misery.
Hi guys, Chapter 9 of dreaming angels is here. It's only small but it's here. Enjoy and comment in what you think.
Chapter 13 He simply said those words. I was holding his hands. Then he said hug me or maybe hold me tight. " put your feet on mine". He said it with a playful smile. " safety first".
His tongue toxic. Releasing venom. His eyes evil. A cruel sword. His words poison. The biting sword. Shes his pray. Playing with her. Anger his food. Screaming the wind. Fire his pain.
He had mixed his powders and potions, his incense the essence of death. Black was his colour of choice today, his alter before him was set.
My sweet dark prince with silken midnight hair, that seem to be searching almost everywhere,. Vibrant deep black eyes, that see through my foolish disguise,. Hidden among the shadows,.
Glitter fairy sparkle so bright,not like your companion who echoes the night, Fairy of light illuminates the night, while the deviant one sucks it out of sight, Dark fairy drinking the blood of the...
The Gates of Hell where open, as I followed her sweet scent. The flames where all around me, as through the gates I went. I did not follow Dante, I did not follow Heracles.
(READ CHAPTER 1. Disclaimer and stuff is on there.