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Fan fiction posted 2 months ago
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Miguel woke first. It was really early. Maybe 4 in the morning. They had barely slept at all. But the shirt he had given her lay open, astray on the bed. A corset lay on the floor. What had he done?! She lay holding his arm. Her chest was bare. He wanted look so bad! But it was not right.. Was it? He slid out of bed. She didn't move . He walked over to his dresser and got a new pair of clothes. The window was closed for once. And he got dressed.
Gabby rustled the sheets in the bed. Miguel turned around and saw her peeking...
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Fan fiction posted 4 months ago
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As they both sat by the fire, talking about their lives, it was so nice to count. And Miguel though her a perfect lady..
"I snuck away, my father won't even notice. I just know he won't..." she continued. She just looked plain depressed.
"So, you and your father almost never talk? Me and my father where close, as far as I can remember." Miguel said. "But I don't remember much..." He looked down to his watch. "This is what my father gave to me on my 5th birthday. Just before they died..." he continued.
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Fan fiction posted 5 months ago
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The Night in the snow
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Gabby landed hard and fell into the chilling fluff of snow. It was dark out and the moon was full and milky white spilling onto her face. Not more than ten feet away there was a vast ocean of crimson snow.
There was an acrid smell in the air."What is that?!" She crumpled up her nose and backed away, kicking the snow, otherwise untouched.
"Hello?"she whispered in the silent night. "Is there anyone out there? My name is Gabrielle Conrad... Hello?" Every desperate word plummeted into the snow leaving the night...
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Fan fiction posted 5 months ago
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Mrs. Bangelle sat in her study inspecting the sample of Miguel's blood. It was dry and the color rust. He had delicious looking blood. It had very easily come off the knife, and had instantly made her true form show. She loved blood. It made her mouth water. Miguel couldn't stand the way it tasted. When it got in his mouth he made a horrible face and spat for hours. But when it was outside his mouth, he was fascinated by it. But still, he loved violence.. Another asset to his becoming.
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Fan fiction posted 5 months ago
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Gabby sat quietly at the table in the dinning hall. Her and her father sat at the opposite ends of the long table. She sat at the left end; closest to the fire, and her father at the other end intently starred at his plate. He sat at the other end underneath her mother's big, green watchful eyes from her only perch.
Her mother had died while she had been giving birth, so the only way she'd ever seen her had been the portrat, and when she had once looked at it one night, and said to her father, "Daddy, I...
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