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ItalyXReader Oneshot ~Rescued~As you entered the cafe, you listened to the bells jingle merrily. You thought about how much you wished your day had been happy, like the sound of the bells. You had just dumped your boyfriend's sad sorry ass after catching him cheat on you.
You moved to an empty table, slamming your purse down as you sat, tears on the brim of falling. After ordering a chocolate shake, you began to remove all traces of your ex-boyfriend from your phone. Each and every picture with him in it was gone. His contact, gone. After finishing this task, you set your phone down gently, wiping tears from your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you smiled at the waiter as he set your shake down. You began immediately slurping it after giving a small 'Thanks'.
Suddenly, a stranger's face was across from your's as he sat down on the other side of your empty booth.
"What's wrong, ragazza?" he asked, a look of worry splayed on his face. He had light auburn hair falling perfectly around a pale white face with striking amber
No Secrets Chp. 2When I woke, I was lying on the couch. The place I’d passed out at. Trembling, I brought my right hand in front of me, to find the ring was still in place.
It wasn’t just a dream.
I rubbed my temples for a moment, before kicking my boots off and going upstairs to my room. I grabbed my phone, thinking a moment before dialing a number.
First off: My best friend, Elysia Martin.
“Yo!” she answered.
“Hi!” I replied, happily, as I twirled my black hair around my finger.
“What’s up?” she pondered.
“I just found out… some… interesting information. But…. I can’t say it over the phone. Can you come over?”
“Yeah, sure! I’ll be over in a few!”
The call was over, and like her word, Elysia was there in a few minutes. I led her upstairs to my bedroom, and we sat on my bed together. I took a breath, and started to explain.
“Okay, so, you know the Greek gods?” I beg
Hetalia Fic ~Seven Minutes~Just a little fic about the Hetalia characters playing Seven Minutes In Heaven. I know this game is overused, but I don’t care. This is using my OTPs, if you don’t like the pairings I’ve used, oh well.
A few of the nations had gathered at Alfred’s house for a party, even though they all knew a silly game was in tow.
“Alright guys, time for the game!” the loud American announced, empty beer bottle in hand. He had been planning this game for weeks, and was uber-excited to see what happened.
“Lovely…,” Arthur muttered as he followed Alfred to his large, open basement.
After the countries had seated themselves in a circle, Alfred set the bottle down in the center, a grin playing on his lips.
He looked around the group, spotting the nations that were present- Matthew, Arthur, Antonio, Lovino, Feliciano, Ludwig, Gilbert, and himself. “We’re playing Seven Minutes In Heaven!”
A loud groan followed from the group, a
No Secrets Chp. 1“I’m home!” I called out to my family as I walked in the door.
It was just Aunt Mary, Uncle David, and I. My mother couldn’t take care of me- for a reason I had yet to learn- and my father wanted nothing to do with me. So he put me up for adoption. Luckily, my Aunt and Uncle adopted me. So it was Mary, David, and Kym Runiker.
“Kym, we need to talk,” Aunt Mary said nervously, sharing a look with Uncle David.
“Okay,” I replied, sitting down in the living room with them. “What is it?”
“It’s about your mother,” my aunt mumbled.
“What about her?”
“Well… darling, you know about the Greek gods, right?”
I was puzzled, my expression matching. “Yeah. Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, all them. How does this have anything to do with my mother?”
“We’re getting there. Anyways, the stories always told of heroes. Demigod heroes.” My aunt was wringing her hands, lookin
No Secrets (Prolouge)I'd always known I was different... but I had no idea how. It's always good to have secrets. I didn't know that, and took it upon myself to learn everything. That one stupid decision ruined my entire life.
"Wake up, Kym!" my Aunt's voice called out from downstairs.
I threw my blankets back, rubbing my eyes. I reluctantly got out of my warm bed, traipsing downstairs with my ebony hair a tangled mess. My Aunt Mary was already making us breakfast, and the french toast smelled delicious.
"Happy birthday, sweetie," my Uncle David said as he kissed the top of my head. Today was my fourteenth birthday.
I flashed a grin as I took a seat at our table, yawning as I sipped from the cup of coffee my Aunt had made me. My breakfast was set in front of me, and after thanking my aunt, I began eating. After finishing my food, I jogged upstairs for a shower before school.
I combed out the raven black hair falling to my mid-back, and got dressed in the usual. Skinny jeans under my knee-high boo
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