StarryNightsky12

Ch.1 - Bad EnD NighT Adrian breathed on his hand and rubbed his arms; it was freezing cold in the woods. He glanced at the letter he carried with him; all this trouble for just a sheet of paper. Not only it was cold, but Adrian was sure he was hopelessly lost. He bit back a sob – would he be able to make it back if he turned back now? Doubtful. Hm? Light? A small distance away, light flickered through the trees. Like… the interior lighting of a house? Adrian hurried over to the source, almost tripping a few times over tree roots. He then arrived at a clearing – looking at one of the biggest mansions he’d ever seen.

Your father was a very affectionate man. He was full of love and kindness. He had even married three times, showing each bride a love and kindness no woman had ever known before. His only major flaw might have been that he was not always a good judge of character and that showed now in your eyes as you eyed his newest bride – soon to be your new stepmother – as she walked down the aisle. She had long raven locks and a slender waist and eyes so green they could make the jade stones your brothers had once brought from the east pale in comparison. You stood there in a pale __f/c__ ball gown with a small bouquet in your hand. You hate

 You looked around and it was another normal day, you wouldn’t necessarily call it a good day but it could have been worse, besides it wasn’t your life that you were sad about. You had caring parents you were in a well off family and you had everything that you ever wanted, well almost everything. It wasn’t material things you were really interested in, you looked up and watched as one of the slaves many slaves in France were pushed forward to stumble after a rude master. How could people be so cruel to others? You didn’t understand it, but if your parents weren’t so kind and respectful of people then you could h

Taken (Viking Denmark xReader) 01 ''Good morning _______'' You tipped your head and smiled at the elderly woman that had just passed you. It was a day just like any other, you were on your way to the market to buy some freshly caught fish for today's dinner, and on the way there you met all kinds of people from the village. Your (h/c) hair in a high ponytail, keeping it away from your face as much as possible, you were wearing a simple, white linen shirt and a black skirt that barely touched the ground as you walked. You had survived you twentieth winter, and you had grown into a lovely and independent young lady. Men wanted you, the women

Readers POV It was a gorgeous day. You were out riding your mothers horse. You really wished you had your own horse, but you would take what you could get. Sometimes you felt your father was far too protective of you. He just barely let you ride your mothers old horse alone, though you were a very good rider. But on the upside, it had also drove him to teach you how to shoot arrows, throw tomahawks, hunt, and all of the necessary survival skills that normal girls from your tribe did not know. The meadow you were riding in was wonderful. The backend was surrounded by forest and to the front were hills until they faded into mountains in the d

Whisper of a Dreamer -insert awesome line break here- \ (Name and last name) was a dreamer. That, she was sure of. (Name and last name) was also a victim. How? Well, in this time, singing and dancing is a major point in high school. Well, more of singing. If you don't sing, you're not in the popular crowd. She was one of the few people (more like the only person) who don’t sing. Thus resulting to endless amounts of bullying. What they didn't know is the true story behind her strange ways. (Name) was a strange yet musical girl back at her childhood. She would sing from the moment she woke and to the moment she would fall asleep. Music

The hurried bustling of the castle staff filled the halls of (country name) with a cacophonous racket. Today was a joyous celebration for the Great King, he had finally fathered a daughter to be married off and found alliances. The older man, middle aged at most, smiled down to his young son, Brody, blue eyes crinkling around the edges into weathered crow's feet markings. The seven year old smiled back, his own blue eyes gleaming as the two walked into the birthing chambers to see the newest addition to the royal family. The mother, possessing (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, looked up at her husband and son, smiling serenely to the both of them &

Letter 1: Grade 8 Dear Pen-Pal, Hello! My name is ______! The main reason I'm writing this letter is for a class of mine in school. Isn't that a little bit odd? Anyway, I am fourteen years old and I like art, but I don't think I'm any good at it. What do you like? I don't know what else to write, sorry! -______ Dear Pen-Pal, Hello to you! I am Feliciano! My teacher at school said we would be getting pen-pal letters and I think that's shizzy! My teacher is also helping me write this since I am not the best in English yet. I am 15 and my two favorite things in the world are pizza and pasta! I love art as well! There's so much pretty art! I

[Name] wasn't the type to believe in the mythical, supernatural, or the unexplainable. Everything had a logical explanation, which was what she believed. That is, until a certain man came into her life and turned it upside down. Our story begins on just a regular day, nothing special about it at all. It was just a normal day for [Name], which quickly turned into the day from hell. First of all, her alarm didn't go off, so she was late for her get together with Ludwig and Kiku, who were very close friends of hers and they went to the same high school as her. As it was the weekend, [Name] and her friends organised a day out, and of course she a