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Seven Mr France did indeed take you for cream but he was startled by what he watched you do. In the dress that Arthur had given you to wear, you looked almost like you must have been related to him… but your declining of tea had made France unsure. Even Russia would not say no to tea… though he’d have it black with a little lemon – so he was not sure who you were. As you sat on the corner café you waited patiently as he gained past the pot of cream towards you in fascination, instead of using it on his coffee. You stared at it expectantly. “Is there a bowl I can lap it from?” You questioned, blin

''Yes mr.D i will go to the stables feed the pegasi'' you groaned as you walked away from Mr.D. Mr.D is dionysus god of wine and parties he was punished from zeus the king of the gods stay at camp half blood and help there. He actually didnt helped at all! he just sits in the big house and drinks he diet coke and he always confusing the names of all the campers how much you couldnt stand him could not be said but unfortunately you were forced too. Sometimes you wished your mother athena goddes of wisdom   courage, inspiration, civilization, law and justice, just warfare, mathematics, strength, strategy, the arts, crafts, and skills co

You know the time that you feel the god hates you because something unlucky happends to you. Well this is what happened to you  (Name) (lastname). You just have moved to miami the perfect place with the nice beaches and the amazing night life. Actually you hated miami you never liked the place for many reasons and the biggest reasons was about your step-cousin Al. Your uncle had married a woman with a boy on your age 15 years old his name is Al jones. You had met him many times and you had tried to be nice with him but he wasnt with you. He always flirts,annoy,make fun and try to shwo who is the boss with anyone he meets. He is a big idiot

You shivered as the cold Quebec breeze cut through your coat. You grumbled about cold weather as you made your way toward the field outside of the town you lived in. It was the annual festival and each and every year, men and boys from the town would reenact a battle that some famous Canadian Mounties fought and won in. You normally wouldn't care about this certain part of the festival. But, your boyfriend, Matthew, was in it this year and you weren't going to miss it. You grinned, thinking about how you were going to blackmail him with the video you were going to tape on your phone. You finally got to the field. Your nose scrunched up as yo

____________ has the perfect life. Beauty, smarts, a loving soon to be husband. However, there was something else that caused her pain. She couldn't describe it. It was like waking up from a bad dream, one that made her terrified that she was going to lose everything. Somewhere in that fear, it created a hole in her heart as if something was missing. Artie helped that thought fade in her mind. She couldn't ask for anything more than to be with him where she was safe and happy. "I love you, Artie." She would whisper tenderly every time as he held her close. He made the pain go away, he healed the hole in her heart. "As do I, my sweet little

Slight Warning: There is cussing (Not much though) and rape is mentioned and all that good stuff. Have fun reading! You had just finished cleaning the study when he walked in. "Hmm, you organized these books wrong." He said. You rolled your eyes at the man you had to call your master. Apparently he took notice of this as he pushed you into the large work desk, making the glass lamp fall onto the cedar wood floors. "First you organize the books wrong, and then you break my great-grandmothers lamp!" He shouted raising his hand, "You son of a-"He started but you cut him off, "I'm so sorry sir! I promise it will never happen again, I will clean

| Dear Stalker | Patient! Male! Belarus x Psychiatrist! Reader “Do you… ever get the feeling that you’re being watched? Because if it bothers you, I’ll stop…”    The shifting of papers and files were all you could hear as you began unpacking into your new office. It was your first time on the job as a licensed psychiatrist, and in all honesty, you were a bit nervous.    It was mostly a case of the jitters, however. You’d recently graduated college with a degree in psychiatry, finished the internship, and were now working at a mental health institution called Sutter Medical Center. Today was your