" Morning! Girlfriend!" Samar beamed at her.
The night of our wedding, after we opened our new house, he told me to close my eyes, and there were my favorite things from the city. My starfish lamp, my comfy pillow my Mom gave me. And a new night gown, Mama Yoli's gift to me when she was still with us.
Ding!
Gone was the look of fear, worry and hope. In its place was nothing. Absolutely nothing. The boy's face looked chiselled out of stone, his eyes radiating a coldness that could freeze hell over. Matthew felt the hairs on his neck rise and unconsciously took a step back. The boy cocked his head to the side and stared at the man, as a human would stare at a fly. When he spoke, his voice was emotionless, akin to a robot, and radiated coldness as well.
'This is overpowered. I can make anything bow to me in fear.' Zachary pondered his power and moved subject. "When can I become an adventurer?"
"[Greater Stasis]"
When a hand from behind was placed delicately upon her waist, she flinched violently, pain shooting through her wrists at the sudden attempt at pulling away. The gag muffled the sounds of her frightened scream. Her whole body was tense as she began to shake her head and try to beg him not to come near her. She heard a chuckle in her ear, felt his presence horribly close to her body, and continued trying to move away. His hand snaked around her belly and pulled her backwards, in towards his body, and his voice was low and silken as he whispered soothingly to her.
In fact, even if they stayed in the dormitory and locked the doors and windows, they still would not be able to avoid the outbreak of the virus. Actually, everyone was already infected. Ten days later, it would ultimately depend on their immune system whether they would turn into a monster or not.
"Ha later Emii" I said as I walk onto the path leading to studio four. I entered studio four ready to face yet another day with crazed co-workers yapping about getting a new scoop on the royals especially Prince Casimir, who should settle down seen that he's the heir to the thrown. If I were to meet him I would tell him a piece of my mind pertaining to his fraternizing with girls who he know he'll never love them. Poor girls. But dump.
He turns to me, glass in hand, releasing the tension in his eyes.
Sying who until recently was watching his young master, now, he was on the side of Zhong Liang, his little snout was sniffing Zhong Liang's boots and he barked with pleasure.
(weakend in daylight