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Dominance in Despair: Chapter 8Chapter 8: DiscoveryDominance in Despair: Chapter 8 by ~inuyashalover288
The lights in the living room were turned off, the massive bay windows leaking in the dim light outside through the falling mountain snow. A young man, no older than 10, sat expectantly on the floor at the feet of an older man, easily in his early twenties, sitting in a plush leather seat. The older man's face was chiseled and firm, like something only seen in the movies. His short black bangs hung over his eyes as he looked down at his younger counterpart, whose own black hair was spiked up.
Between them was a young woman, couldn't be over 17 years old. Her long blond locks hung over the front of her body, the hair obs
My Clan (SasuSaku)IntroductionMy Clan (SasuSaku) by ~DestinyDevistation
I looked down at the bundle held securely in my grasp. Navy blue blankets surrounded his form. He wasn't even as long as my forearm, and he was mine. His face was flushed, and his cheeks were full. His Raven hair was tousled, even though he only had a small patch. His skin was smooth, pale, and completely flawless. His breathing was steady and slow. He was sleeping. He was perfect, completely and utterly perfect. He was mine, and I loved him. I might not ever say it, but I loved him. I smiled a small almost invisible smile. He made little sounds in his sleep, no words. He couldn't manage words, yet. "Isn't he perfect." She spoke
No One Wants Silence.Fakir's hair was messy, his hands running through it for the umpteenth time as Mytho sitting beside him trying to calm him down.No One Wants Silence. by *TDIloverofduncan
"Fakir everything will be alright, you just need to calm down." placing a hand on his shoulder, Mytho only got a tired glare in response.
"Mytho I have no idea what I'm doing, or what's going on, if she'll be okay! How could I possibly calm down!?" Mytho didn't move, keeping his hand on Fakir's shoulder he sighed in frustration. he'd been trying for quite a while to calm his friend down, but with the screaming they could hear from down the hall and what it meant, he couldn't blame Fakir for being on edge.