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Princely Love pt 1Ren waited outside the Prince's bedroom, waiting for the slumbering white haired prince to start out his day. Waiting avidly for the other to wake, guarding the door. He was always at Prince Nova's side, working night and day for the prince hand and food. Giving him what he wishes when ever he pleases.
"Prince Kassanova?" The guard Ren gently knocked on the door; it was way past the sleepy prince's time to wake up.
The Prince could be heard groaning on the other side of the door. He wasn't ready to wake up just yet. Being such a spoiled child he got just about everything he wanted whenever it suited him. "Gooo Awayyyyy...." He may have been a spoiled brat but he still had a very gentle sweet and soft voice that could make anyone adore him upon first hearing him speak.
Ren came in anyways, at least receiving some sort of reply from the prince. "Prince Kassanova, you must wake. I'm sorry." Ren said, coming over to the bed, not knowing how to handle the seventeen year old. It would be for
Understand "I see you don't understand the situation."
I don't understand. I can't understand. The pain you feel for such a person. I just can't. Even I don't understand why. Even though I don't know the whole situation, yet, I can't understand why.
"She's the first person I've opened up my heart to in such a long time."
She betrayed you. Threw you away like trash. You said this yourself and you still are loyal to her. Loyal to such a person. I try to understand but your logic isn't within my reach. It's frustrating but I try to understand.
I want to type the words out and send it to you, to comfort you and your broken soul. Even if it's to comfort you, to make it seem like there is someone out there in your reach, to understand you I can't lie in such a situation.
One Year...She bounced cheerfully along the corridors, not knowing just how shortly her happiness would stop. Her long hair swished by her waist and a happy smile was upon her face. As she rounded the corner a foot stuck out and tripped her.
Books flew everywhere as she fell far from gracefully to the ground. Hazel eyes blinked in confusion and then clouded with tears as the laughter and embarrassment rang into the depths of her ears.
Those she would have called friends, grinned down at her. They mocked her, they hurt her, they turned everyone against her. Or rather, she turned against everyone else. Loneliness on her horizon, she picked up her books and continued along the path. They were right; the first year of High School was absolutely terrible.
Upon arriving home that day, her sad and broken heart warmed a little. Flicking the switch for the computer to start, she sat on the chair to be taken away; taken away from the pain, the loneliness, the distrust, the paranoia and the depression.
Silence ConsumesI can distinctively describe our first meeting. It was a cold rainy day, clouds hiding the sun, showing a gray tainted color on the earth. Nothing could have been less surprising from the city of Seattle. Standing near a bus stop in front of Starbucks, you could see the difference between Seattle folk and tourists. When it rained, we let the droplets touch our skin, letting it wash away our sentimental worries. Tourists on the other hand, panic like ants, holding an umbrella close to their skull so not one drop would ruin their sweaters. Seeing this always makes me laugh meekly as I took a sip of my cappuccino.
Being the sixteen year old I was, I would observe my surroundings like there were a new adventure to explore. Then my eyes would fall upon a teen that looked around my age. Average short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a tall broad figure, which made him unbearably hard to miss. Silly as it may seem, we would stand at the bus stop every day, waiting for the bus. He would be li
Why Would You? Zoe walked to class with books pressed tightly against her chest. Walking silently down the corridor with her head memorized by the wall she walked by a group of girls who grabbed her backpack and yanked her to the floor. Her butt landed on the floor with a loud "THUD".
Damn, now that's going to leave a mark.
The girls just laughed and pointed while she quickly tried picking up the books that lay scattered on the floor of the school corridor. Zoe felt the tears coming on.
Not in front of these freaks.
"What a loser."
"What a loser."
I pressed my pen against the lined paper and crossed out the sentence I had just taken three seconds of my life to write. As I sat completely uninterested by my biology teacher's lecture I had taken th
Good Original BL ReadingNEW! New books added.
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2593142/1/The_Crescent_Sky http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2598170/1/The_Crescent_Sky_Blood_Moon http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2727713/1/Thursday_Afternoon
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2171518/1/ http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2054978/1/Terms_of_Service and http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2175322/1/Homeward_Bound
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2327503/1/Renescence http://dkstories.gayauthors.org/do-over3/index.php and Let's Do It --> http://dkstories.gayauthors.org/do-it/index.php are the sequels, respectively.
For Certain.I can hear you.
Every word you say.
I understand it all.
Having someone’s blood doesn’t make you family.
It’s the bonds you share and built together.
Being someone’s friend means loyalty.
A give and take situation.
Always being there for each other,
Even when you don’t know how
Your very presence would be enough.
Being someone’s older sibling means,
Having the responsibility to look after them in ways parents can’t.
Being someone’s younger sibling means supporting the older in ways parents can’t.
Being a parent means raising a child created from your love,
Making sure they are able to hold someone’s life in their hands.
Making sure that they are happy with themselves and their lives.
Making sure that they are strong enough to handle what reality tosses at them.
I can hear you.
Loudly, and clearly.
Every word you say, I can understand it all.
I don’t have a mother. I don’t have a father. I don’t have a brot
In The DarknessWhy? Why did I walk in a hole with a blindfold on?
I walked and crawled, away from the pleading voices. When I found my way out, there were hands reaching out for me.
Why did I slap them away? Why did I just crawl further and further away from those pleading voices?
I never knew that I was walking or crawling with a blindfold on. I had a feeling, but I didn't listen to my gut.
I crawled and crawled through that little hole I was in, further away from the light. I fought my way through vines, rough rocks, and the relentless chill. My body was scarred and my temperature is dropping.
I continued on, hoping that I could get out myself... but at one point, I decided to call out for help.
No one came.
So instead of waiting, I just crawled on by myself. I continued to crawl, but it as I got deeper and deeper, the coldness is was unbearable. I did not hear the sounds of rocks rolling down another pit, and I fell straight through...
I screamed out in fear, the feeling of me falling was frighten
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