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The Luna

The night was high in the sky as she watched the moon she so adored. How things had changed in not even a few days! She should be falling asleep but his smell was everywhere. Her thoughts were fuzzy with the memory of his eyes and his lip and her embarrassment. So close, a few inches and she would have felt those plum lips on hers, and how badly she wanted that wasn't human. You are not human, stupid. His odor enveloped her in a tight embrace, surrounding her with a calmness, a stillness she had not felt in a while before falling into a world of dreams. When she woke up that morning, she looked beside her, where she had left her phone. 6 am, it read. 4 hours of sleep probably weren't enough for the stressful day ahead of her, but it would have to suffice. She shook the covers off her body and put her left foot on the cold wood floor. She had been pleasantly surprised that her affairs had been brought to the huge complex. She looked around again, still believing she was dreaming. Fo

Help

In Our Mortal World/RomeCrash

The days flew by, and a routine installed itself in their daily life. In the morning, she would cook breakfast and he made sure to always be there while she cooked. He wished he could help her, and had tried once, which resulted in a catastrophe, a mess they spent an hour cleaning afterward. Every single day, he inquired what breakfast would be, delighted by whatever it could be. For a reason that he could not grasp, she never made plain old cereals, the fastest, cheapest breakfast there was. Not that he complained. She would cook lunch, a simple sandwich or a soup or a salad, and would simply give it to him before smiling at him warmly and exiting. After that, they would dress and leave to go through the day. He soon realized that her help grandly benefitted him. She mostly provided support to Stephen and helped ensure the good functioning of the pack. It took a lot of workload off Stephen's shoulders which enabled him to fasten the paperwork and improved their efficiency. He

Helen of Troy

In Our Mortal World/RomeCrash

Her heart thumped in her chest, and she could only hear the pounding of it, resonating like a tambour. She feared what her face looked like and a glance at his made her understand that she was doing a poor job of hiding how scared she was. She took several breaths, trying to calm down enough so she could talk, but her lips were quivering and she felt as if she was drowning as the seconds became minutes. He got up, came closer to her, and sat down in front of her, on the floor. She understood what he meant and sat down too, realizing that her entire body was shaking with the kind of panic she hadn't experienced in a long time. She crossed her legs and rhythmed her intake of breath with his. A couple of seconds later, she felt better. "Start at the beginning, " he said. She nodded her head and took out her phone, but faltered. No matter how needed it was that he saw the messages, it would mean everything would be revealed. It certainly didn't please her that he learned everything like

An individual

In Our Mortal World/RomeCrash

"That wrench! That unworthy daughter my even stupider wife had given birth to hadn't come home still. " Anger boiled in his veins as Asher Remillians stood in front of the gentlemen. The only moment in her life when she could be useful was the exact moment she wasn't in his possession anymore. That infuriated the man even more as looks of reprimand played on the gentleman's face. He, who valued his pride more than anything, had no choice but to ask for their help. He knew that he simply couldn't go against the Conquerors with the fake power he had accumulated. "Asher, we will let you borrow our power for this fight alone. " The tallest gentleman, with a black fabric covering his eyes said. He had long been declared as their chief. " You have one chance Asher, one. We will only go against the Conquerors for only one battle. " He spoke slowly, instigating fear in the forty-year-old man. His baritone voice went lower and lower as his speech continued. " If, by mistake, you couldn't bring

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