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Kellic (BoyxBoy) Chapter Three"Who's Mike?" The police officer asked again.
"My brother." Vic stated.
"Vic, stop..." I whispered.
Vic shook his head. "Mike Fuentes did this to him for three months without letting him out of the house."
"Is this true?" The policeman looked at me and I sighed, nodding. He spoke into his walkie-talkie before looking back at us. "Police are on their way to his place now. Thank you for your time." He walked out, closing the door behind himself.
"What the hell was that?" I looked at Vic.
"He has to be arrested!"
"No! He'll be dead! Do you want your brother dead, especially when you're the one who turned him in?!"
"My dd was abusive. They executed him. Now they're gonna execute your brother."
"...Well good riddance to him."
"He's a horrible person."
"So you're okay with him dying?"
"Yes. As long as I have you as a friend, I'll be okay."
"We are friends, right...?" Vic tilted his head.
I nodded, smiling. "Yeah. I'm just not used to having a friend anymore..
Kellic (BoyxBoy) Chapter TwoVic and Mike made their way over to me in the middle of the park.
"Thanks for bailing me." I smiled.
Mike smirked. "There's a price for bailing you."
"Vic used my money. You owe me now."
My eyes traveled to Vic and he was frowning. I looked back at Mike. "What do I have to do?"
"Be my slave."
"Slave. Clean my house, cook my dinner."
"For how long?" I raised an eyebrow.
Vic pulled me to the side. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"It was his money. It's only three months."
"Kellin, you don't know how bad he can be."
"Well I don't have a choice, do I?" I walked back to Mike. "It's a deal."
Worst mistake of my life. Three months with Mike was pure hell. He may not be a druggie, but he's abusive. I limped out of the house, groaning in pain. A car pulled up in front of me. As I was about to run, or at least try to, the window rolled down and a familiar face looked at me.
"Get in." Vic demanded as he unlocked the doors. I nodded and got in the car
Kellic (BoyxBoy) Chapter OneI sat in my cell, alone. Stupid Jack, calling the cops on me. I know what I did was wrong but he agitated me so much. The door to the prison opened and everyone got up, walking to their cell doors. I grabbed onto the bars as a guy with longish hair walked through the halls, to the cell across from me.
"You have ten minutes for visitation." The guard stated.
The guy nodded. "I only need five." Him and the guy behind bars, Mike, I think, chatted for five minutes, before the guy turned towards me. I raised an eyebrow as he walked over.
"I've Vic." He smiled a bit.
"I'm in a cell. Why are you talking to me?"
"Because you seem lonely..."
"Well my best friend left me and started dating some guy, who's the one that tossed me in here."
"What'd you do?"
"I raped him." His eyes went wide as he took a few steps away. "Don't worry, it was just a one time thing."
"I still never got your name." He stepped towards my cell again.
"Kellin. Kellin Quinn."
"Fuentes. Vic Fuentes."
"So Mike is your brother
How Much Do I Mean To You Ch14~Ashley's POV~
I looked around, not knowing what was happening. Andy was on his knees on the ground, holding someone. I walked over, feeling like I was floating, seeing that he was holding me. How is he holding me if I'm right here?
"Andy." I tried calling him, but he just kept crying, as if he couldn't hear me.
"I love you..." He whispered, holding me closer.
"Andy, I'm right here..." I whimpered, trying to place my hand on his shoulder. Every time I tried, my hand went straight through him. I looked at my transparent hands. "No. This isn't happening."
An ambulance soon pulled up, two guys running over with a stretcher and setting my body on it, putting the stretcher into the ambulance. Andy hopped in the back and I soon followed.
During the long ride to the hospital, I looked up, seeing Andy staring into a mirror. My eyes followed his gaze, only to see him and myself in the reflection. I lifted my hand, and the reflection did the same. Andys eyes widened. He can see me!
Larry Stylinson (boyxboy) Chapter ThreeWhenever Louis tried coming near me, someone distracted him.
"Lads, let him through. It's been days since you let him talk to me last."
Zayn looked at me. "Are you sure?" I nodded and he let Louis through.
Louis ran over, hugging me. "Harry..."
I wrapped my arms around the boy, my head on his. "Hey..."
"I don't care if you like me." Ouch, that hurt. "But we're inseparable. I can't be kept away from you. I just can't be..."
Something wet landed on my shoulder. I looked at Louis to see tears falling from his eyes. "Oh Lou..." I held him closer.
"I-I'm sorry about what I said... I didn't mean to m-make you mad a-and I didn't know they'd make me stay away from you for days... I-I can't do that again. I can't go an hour without you, nonetheless days!"
"Sh, Louis..." I walked back, laying on the couch with Louis next to me, holding him close. "Sh... It's okay..."
Louis shook his head and rolled over so he was laying on top of me. "We can still do Larry. I don't care what Eleanor thi
Larry Stylinson (boyxboy) Chapter TwoMy eyes fluttered open, meeting Nialls closed pair. He must have fallen asleep with me... I looked up to Louis' bunk, only to find him watching us. His eyes slowly met mine and they widened, him backing up into his bunk where I couldn't see him. A smirked played on my lips, but soon went away. Maybe he was just checking who was awake... I sighed, cuddling with Niall again, soon falling asleep.
As I woke up, I noticed how cold I was. I opened my eyes, looking around. Niall must have gotten up... Sitting up and peeking out from my bunk, I saw that no one was in the bus. All alone... Why didn't they wake me? I checked my phone, seeing 20 texts, all from Eleanor.
"He's my boyfriend."
I sighed. I guess Louis told Eleanor... The bus door opened and I peeked out, seeing Niall and Liam. "Psst... Guys..." I waved them over. They walked to my bunk, sitting on either side of me. "I got these from Eleanor." I handed them my pho
Larry Stylinson (boyxboy) Chapter OneI ran from one side of the stage to the other, singing the lyrics to "Best Song Ever". My favourite part is coming up. Louis' solo.
"You know, I know, you know I'll remember you. I know, you know, I know you'll remember me..."
His voice is likes an angels... I walked over to Louis, patting him on the shoulder. "Good job." He smiled at me, our faces inches apart. Oh god... I spun away, walking to the complete opposite side of the stage. Eleanor... Have to remember Eleanor...
"Mate, are you alright?" I looked to my left, seeing Liam.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I fake smiled.
Liam rolled his eyes, walking to the couch in the middle of the stage, sitting down. Everyone came around towards him, some of the guys sitting on the arms of the couch. Louis sat on one side of Liam, so I sat on the other side. Both Liam and Louis looked at me weirdly, but I just shrugged and ignored them.
Louis sighed. "How's the concert so far?" Everybody screamed, not making any sense w
Andy Fanfic Chapter Eleven~Olivia’s POV~
“Olivia?” He asked, getting down on his knee, taking my hand. “Will you go out with me?”
My eyes widened as I stared at him. Did he really just ask me that?! “Uhh…”
“I think you froze her brain.” Ashley joked.
I smacked him in the stomach, smiling. “Of course I’ll go out with you, Andy.”
He smiled back, picking me up and spinning. I was having so much fun that I forgot about my fear of getting picked up. “I’m so glad! You won’t be disappointed!”
“I hope I won’t.” I joked, laughing.
He set me down, not letting go. “Wait… Did I just pick you up and you didn’t scream?”
My eyes widened. “Oh my—“ Someone behind me picked me up and I began screaming.
“Jake, put her down!” Andy grabbed me and I held onto him. “I guess I’m the only one who can pick you up.”
Andy walked to his bun
Andy Fanfic Chapter Nine~Olivia’s POV~
What just happened? Andy just kissed me… But he has Juliet…
“How do we finish the concert?” The manager sighed.
“…I’ll take over.”
“You know the lyrics?”
I raised a questionable eyebrow at him. “Of course I do.”
“Then get up there!”
I hopped onto stage, high-fiving the guys. “What’s up, motherfuckers?! I’m Olivia and I’m taking over today. CC, hit it!” I threw my head back as the concert continued, everyone having fun.
A little later towards the end of the concert, I looked at the side of the stage, seeing a concerned Andy.
“Come join me, Andy. It’s your band.”
The concern got replace with a smirk as he ran on stage with a microphone, joining in the last song.
“Thanks for letting me sing today, guys!” I smiled, pumping my fist in the air.
“Encore! Encore! Encore!”
“Me or Andy?”
Bathtime"Sherman! It’s time for your bath!"
Uh-oh. Sherman was trapped. This was one of the worst possible things that could ever happen.
He hated it. The cold water (which was due to the fact that he delayed his bath for as long as he could) the fact baths always stopped him from playing, the scrubbing, the inevitable bedtime afterwards…it was no fun.
What was he to do? There was only one thing for it - to hide. So that’s what he did. Thinking quickly, he hid under his crib and hoped his father wouldn’t find him. Perhaps if he lay still enough, he wouldn’t be noticed.
He could hear his father’s clunky footsteps coming closer. The door creaked open. There was a silence, then a short sigh. Sherman heard Mr. Peabody nearing his crib and within seconds, he found himself getting pulled out from under it. He shook his pudgy fists about.
"Come now, Sherman, let’s not have this," Mr. Peabody muttered.
"Nooo! I don’t wa
Sherman's Mother"Are you alright, my dear?"
Mr. Peabody’s attention had been drawn to a shifting in a nearby alleyway. He squinted at the dark, hunched figure. He guessed it was a woman from the sound of her voice. Unfortunately for her, she was retching. Despite the repulsion, the dog kept a good distance away while she finished emptying her stomach. For a few moments she didn’t move and Mr. Peabody stepped forward to see if she was alright, hand extended.
But at that moment she raised herself up, almost tripping up on her dress. She swayed outside onto pavement lit by the streetlamps, the pale light reflecting off her shiny, auburn hair. She glanced down at Mr. Peabody.
"Whadda you want, mutt?”
Mr. Peabody showed little sign of offence, knowing fully well that she was still under the influence and therefore not thinking straight. “I was just concerned for your well-being, ma’am.”
"Huh. My well-being. That’s a joke… Along with eeeverything
It had been a long grueling day out in the desert, and as usual I was on my own. I was travelling with a group of fellow archeologists in order to check out an old tomb for some possible hidden treasure and artifacts. Unfortunately for me, I was stuck navigating this hot and musty old ruin by myself! My group had chickened out after watching The Mummy the night before, and decided against following me into the ruin. I made my way through the decrepit tomb, looking for some sort of special treasure to bring back. Sadly, searching ruins isn't as glamorous as they make it out to be in movies. There aren't any large caches of treasure, mystical artifacts, or Daedric weapons situated anywhere. It's a good thing that's the case, I'd hate to be transformed by some kind of weird magical artifact again!
I wandered through the ruins, and looked about for anything worthwhile. Finally, I found a strange room in the back of the ruins. Sitting in the middle of the room was a glistening golden statue
Goodnight DadHere's some music to go with this story
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The elevator doors opened and out stepped Sherman. He was all grown-up now and had travelled all the way from his home to visit the old penthouse he once lived at. Now it was just owned by the famous Mr. Peabody, who had disappeared out of the limelight quite some time ago, due to him not appearing as often.
The reason? Mr. Peabody was too old.
Sherman’s shoes squeaked against the laminated floors as he glanced around at the mostly unchanged house he used to roam about in as a child. He entered the lounge, looking about for his father.
"Hello?" he called out.
Suddenly, there was a quiet thud at the door. Sherman swivelled around and saw it open slightly. A cane came through, shortly followed by the hunched, greying figure of Mr. Peabody himself. His green eyes sparkled the moment they set upon Sherman.
"Ah Sherman, my boy," the elderly genius greeted, "so glad to fin
The Wanderer She was known as the Wanderer.
A modern-day Forest Gump or Jesper Olsen, she went from place to place, going wherever her feet led her.
Except unlike both the fictional and non-fictional people mentioned above, she was on the back of a horse.
Sitting astride a black horse, she rarely said a word other than a simple 'thanks' when news vans and curious passerby recognized her and swarmed like bees to a congregation of pollen-laden blossoms. Her once frightened and flighty horse had turned into a trusted travel companion, merely looking at the noisy crowds with seldom a flicked ear. On her mahogany-colored custom-made saddle rested saddle bags filled to the bursting point with necessities such as her wallet, clothing, grooming supplies, a first aid kit, and other items of that nature.
One might wonder how one such person is able to feed the ravenous appetite that a horse brings. Well, when one is a national celebrity, one does fin
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HIMH Ch. 18Ch.18
“Austy... Wake up… I’m back…” Riley said poking his cheek softly trying to wake him up.
“Mm…” He groaned and stirred to the other side. “…5 more minutes…”
“Austin you’ve been sleeping since I left! Which was at like 3:27 in the morning… and its now…” She paused and looked at the time. “5:12 in the afternoon…”
“Get up.” She grabbed his legs and pulled him out. Austin being a bit on the smart side grabbed onto the bed posts to avoid getting out. “Austin! You’re taking the bed with you! Come on let go!” She kept pulling until finally he let go and they both went crashing into each other.
“Oof!” She said once she landed on her back. She shook her head and looked to see Austin on top of her… still sleeping. “Seriously?! Austin get up!” Riley pushed him off which finally cau
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Venturiantale and The reader Apocalypse Ch. 23+24Sorry that these Ch's have been held off for a while! Its here though! Also, there are multiple youtubers in this,
so if you don't know them, ill put the link to their channel in the description!
Ch. 23: Barn for a change.
The broth burns your tougue as you drink it. Isaac and Cierra had went back to the market after you and Jordan barely
got a look at it. When they did, they found chicken boulion cubes.Bethany boiled the water, and it made good soup.
You are also having turkey with it. The cubes seemed stale, and the turkey tasted like plastic, but it was the
closest thing to a feast that the group had in a while.
"If you're not gonna eat, I will." Jordan snarks at James. James wasn't eating because he said his broth was too hot.
"I WILL eat it!" James grumbles. "But it keeps scorching my mouth."
Isaac came bursting through the
Life - Chapter TwoI sat on the swing, slowly swinging back and forth.
I jumped, shoving my feet into the ground to stop the swing.
They sat by me, sheepishly smiling. Brown emoish hair, blue eyes, and a lip piercing.
"It's alright. What's your name?"
"Let's go crazy, crazy, cra--"
"Hello?" I answered, softly blushing.
"Are you at home?" My sister, Katie, said through the phone.
"I'm at the park. I already called mom, and I locked up the house."
Click. I shrugged, putting my phone in my pocket.
"One Direction? Really?"
I jumped, forgetting about Kyle.
"Sorry again. love."
"It's alright, I just forgot about you."
"Gee, thanks." He pouted.
"You're welcome! And yes, One Direction. Got a problem with it?"
He shook his head. "Just didn't expect it from a girl wearing a Black Veil Brides shirt."
"So who was on the phone?"
"My sister, nosy ass."
He put his hands up defensively, and I laughed.
"IT's fine. She just wanted to know that I made it home."
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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