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My Protector 5 (SandyxReader)My Protector
There stood a boy, no more than eighteen years of age, lanky body, dirty blonde hair and green eyes on his freckled face. It was your older brother Joni.
Big brother! You exclaimed in excitement as you hugged him. Youre here!
Your older brother Joni chuckled as he accepted your hug. Im sorry if I left you alone all night. (Your Name). You werent scared were you?
I wasnt scared at all! You said proudly. If it were any other time, you would have cried and pleaded for Joni to stay home with you. But you knew things were different. I have my new protector with me!
A protector? Joni looked amused. Who is this protector and what does he look like? You then told Joni everything about how you met your protector and what he looked like. Your brother thought it was cute seeing you so very active for your age. It has been quite a while.
I Promise To Love You Jack FrostxReaderWaking up in cold sweat, you try to settle your breathing. Your body shook in terror; your head hurting from your growing headache. You try to hold yourself, telling yourself its alright. Your breathing becomes balanced, but you were somewhere else. Your mind drifting back to the nightmare.
You were running. You werent sure where or why, you just had to keep moving. Golden eyes stare, piercing you. So many more come out of the shadows, proudly showing their demented eyes. You can't help but stop in mid run, staring at them. They have beautiful ruffs of black hair, shining even in the shadows. Their long ears slicked back in predator mode, their lips pulled back, showing their glistening white teeth. Those yellow orbs never leaving your sight.
Prowling out of the shadows emerges about ten wolves. They all stare at their next meal hungrily. Mind blank, you just stare. They come closer steadily, one paw at a time. Your body shakes in an unforgetable fear, your whole frame stuck in this te
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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