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Part One  - The Fool and The Senorita ~ You pulled on your clothing, it showing skin in all the right places. Your back, your arms, your breasts, and more importantly quite a bit of your legs. Though it was highly provocative it accentuated your features nicely, hugging your curves and showing off what God naturally gave. You looked in the mirror and gave a small smirk just before you put your hair in a bun that was loose and had hair falling all along your exposed shoulders. With a cocky smile at yourself in the mirror, you slid out of your room and quickly walked downstairs where all your sisters were meeting with Mother. Sisters as a ter

Part One  - The Fool and The Senorita ~ You pulled on your clothing, it showing skin in all the right places. Your back, your arms, your breasts, and more importantly quite a bit of your legs. Though it was highly provocative it accentuated your features nicely, hugging your curves and showing off what God naturally gave. You looked in the mirror and gave a small smirk just before you put your hair in a bun that was loose and had hair falling all along your exposed shoulders. With a cocky smile at yourself in the mirror, you slid out of your room and quickly walked downstairs where all your sisters were meeting with Mother. Sisters as a ter

He is sleeping. You are being a total creep and playing with the end of his detached curl; yep, detached curl. He's weird like that. Well, you're weird for you for creepily playing with his hair while he sleeps. But in all honesty, you're bored. You're sitting on the ground in front of his face, and his face is towards yours. You're sitting close to him so you can't keep your eyes on the curl at all times. You have no idea how it can stay…detached. It freaks you out and makes you like him even more. You blush when you think of that because you're still getting used to the idea that Lukas Bondevik is your boyfriend. You're still gettin

    “There will always be women in rubber flirting with me!”    (Y/n) stared at her supposed boyfriend of one year. “Excuse me?”      “It’s not my fault that people always flirt with me…”      The fighting couple were at their one year anniversary party, at this fancy salon their friends insisted they rented. The decorations were simple, and the clothing was a casual-elegant fashion, and music softly played in the background while everyone grabbed appetizers from one big table.      At the moment, though, every guest was staring at the blond and his girlfriend.      “I’m aware

“He’s in bad shape, should we tell (y/n)?” Alfred asked as he looked at his fellow allies. “We should give them a few moments together” Francis nodded and called (y/n). “Bonjour ma cherie, I’m afraid I have some bad news. Arthur is not doing so well. He’d like to see you” Francis murmured until he shut the phone. Moments later, (y/n) rushed inside and took her place by Arthur’s bedside. “What happened to him!?” she asked and held his hand. “The WWII bombings from Germany on London have caused him great pain. He may not recover” China explained (y/n) was

What kills me everyday Is all the words you say Not the bricks, sticks and stones That always break my bones But every syllable you say That causes my heart to wither away They trample on it like a flower I'm waiting for the hour The hour where everything is done When someone has finally won What pained me everyday Was all those words you say The fading echo of your voice that used to be heard Doesn't say a single word