“I have something important to say.” She told her as they walked along the gently rushing current of their favoured water source.
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Maedra linked arms with her sister. “This will be my last dinner with you... for some time.”
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"...Might as well be you."
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But the smirking face, shining eyes and rosy-pink lips made it hard for the young Earl to dismiss such a request.
Better be it from her and not some gossip-monger bent on embellishing the truth.
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“Maedra!” He said in a voice so rich and lilting it made her feel warm and special. She closed her eyes and wept for joy as the comforting warmth of his furry embrace engulfed her.
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“Ok.” I grinned. “See you tomorrow, Professor.”
I clutched Samara closer to my chest. “Time to go.”
I had zero clue.
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But it was probably just my allergies acting up.
LOL
Together, they hobbled up the stairs, into the building, and out of the cold.
The phrase “anywhere else but here” was a beautiful thing.
They were the two younger races, and Dainzel’s interest in them had earned her a hundred year exile from her own kind.
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A chill ran down his spine and Chris unconsciously raised his hand to smooth the hairs that stood on end on the back of his head.
scifi + romance + alienXhuman + future + slowburn + MPREG + lgbtq + tentacles + asexual characters
“No you won’t.” The dark haired girl grinned and turned to run. “They are here. I must tell Father.”
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The rain is coming down harder now, his hair sticking to his forehead in messy clumps.
Creative writing is fun too!
I truly thought he would prefer his memory wiped; who in the kingdom of Gala wants to deal with something this complex, this secretive, something so vile and disgusting that the mere failure will lead to their certain torture and death?
Last sentence I wrote was a dialogue:
"I miss the moon. Don’t you guys have any natural satellites here?"
“I'd like to say you're too much, but, you're just right.”
“It’s alright.” He whispered. “I’ve got you.”
Quickly, I used my hands to secure my grip on my drunken neighbor before I said goodbye to Des and started for the door.
“Kill them all.” She heard a rich voice yell in her own native tongue. “Spare not one.”
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