Run for it (Part 8 of Mutants Versus Witches)_Vines From an Old Friend_Favourite hobby_Secrets That
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Run for it (Part 8 of Mutants Versus Witches)
"What do we do?" Elysse asked, her voice strained. Beside her, Harry was crouching, bandaging up her ankle. Devon dragged over two rusted metal chairs. "How did they find us again? It keeps happening! And now how are John and Fiona supposed to get out?"I scanned the streets outside, straining my eyes to check every window. No matter how well we hid, this abandoned construction site was only going to be safe for so long. "Is anyone using their powers? Harry, start talking." I moved away from the door cautiously, taking one of the chairs Devon had placed in the centre of the room. "I'm not using...
Vines From an Old Friend
“Come on, James.” Eliss grabbed me by the hand and lead me deeper into the trees. “I told you I knew I secret spot where no one could find us.” “This seems a little dangerous,” I whispered. Eliss came to a full stop and spun around on his heel as quick a ballerina. “Impressive sp—“ “James,” Eliss said seriously. I hadn’t known before then how serious the sunny, blond boy could get. “Do you trust me?” “Of course,” I replied in a heartbeat. “Do you trust me more than you fear these woods?” “Yes!” “Do you trust me more, than you fear... you parents?” This question made me pause longer than I care...
Favourite hobby
Ding-dong!!'coming!!'Natashas high heels clatters as she hurries to get the door.!!!'oh gracie.. Your here?''wow Nathasha..you look amazing'Gracie was astonished by Nats beauty in the dress she was modeling with a height of 5、5which totally displayed the beauty of the blue petal dress she was wearing. The dress has two slit at each side showing off her hot legs. Matching a silver high heeled stilletos.and a beautiful siver necklace with blue rubies around them with a matching earrings. The dress showed off her attractive colar boneswith a 20 inch ebony black hair .' please give me a 360Nat tur...
Secrets That Want to Come Out
I licked my paw methodically. It seemed no matter how hard I tried it never got clean. I glanced around. Good, Midnight was nowhere to be seen. Midnight was my mother, and always tried to steal all the attention for herself when she got the chance. Her birth name wasn’t Midnight, as my birth name wasn’t Tabby, but that’s what one of our caretakers had named her, and she, like www.onedoor.ccme, honored her new name. Midnight didn’t look much like me. She was a black cat and I was a brown tabby, but we still got along nicely and loved each other. “Tabbyyyy! Taaaaabby!” a faint voice called my name. My ears pe...