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nylaaaaa · 4 years

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Little Secret

Chapter 1. Your Secret Is Safe With Me

Name and Surname: Natalie Fleur Estelle

Sex: Female

Date of Birth: 19th August 1692

Place ( Registration

of < District Cynthell

Birth ( Sub-District

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"Here's the birth certificate. It has nothing about her parents on it as you suggested." I gave the man standing beside me, who had grown to be a brother to me, a quick, but satisfied, grunt of approval.

"Thank you. Keep this between us and I'll keep up my end of the deal." Quintin gave me a questioning side glance. I knew he didn't appreciate me bringing up the past but I needed him to keep this between us.

"I don't see why you won't be honest to her. For all we know she might be like you..." I knew what he was suggesting, but I refused to listen. She won't be like me. She can't be like me. I waved him away, annoyance clear as day across my face. He will be annoyed too. We both have secrets. I just don't know whose is worth more.

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Today....

Today is possibly the worst day I'll have in my life. I'm honestly not sure.

Today I officially turn 18 which, unluckily for me, means I have to add another thing to my job description.

Isaieth adopted me when I was born because my father died and it caused my mum to become a drunk. I don't exactly blame her for leaving and forgetting her troubles with a drink. But I also can't say I'm fond of it. I love Isaieth with all my heart, he feels like an actual father to me. But I sometimes wish I had an actual mother to help me grow as well.

When I was born my father died. No one told me how, I just know it was traumatic enough to make my mother a drunk. Isaieth adopted me when I was 2 after he had an accident that caused him to be deaf and partially blind. He wasn't fit for work anymore so the second I turned an age where I can go to the toilet by myself he taught me how to tend his farm. He makes a business by selling wheat that he grows and whatever we can get from the few animals we own. When I was 16 I found an abandoned lamb who we later discovered was a merino sheep. Merino sheep are, in my opinion, the best sheep you can get. Their carcasses are smaller than the average sheep so they aren't used for meat but rather for the wool that they grow. The average amount of wool the sheep grows is 11kg which is enough for about 11 sweaters. Aswell as the sheep we have 2 chickens, both of which are female. They were actually, in some ways, a gift from the king. The king and Isaieth are best friends almost from birth. They both grew up in royalty but only the king kept it that way. Isaieth was the son of a knight, and so in turn, Isaieth was also a knight. The king was born a prince and then was assigned a knight who happened to be Isaieth. One of the times when Isaieth was protecting the king he ended up getting seriously injured and the king fired him for his own safety. The king doesn't exactly care for the knight's wellbeing but because they were friends he decided a knight was too dangerous for Isaieth. After the event the king offered him a plot of land on the outskirts of the city that was run down and abandoned but had potential for a farm. Isaieth's dream as a boy was to grow old and have his own farm, so like any friend the king got him his own farm. Because of the friendship and countless times Isaieth saved his life our rent was greatly reduced and we were offered a permanent job to make sure we always had the money to pay rent. The job included selling off our produce from the animals. The eggs given to Isaieth was originally just starter food but Isaieth decided to keep them and let them hatch instead. When they grew to be quite old he kept a few of the last eggs they would hatch and did the same thing. The hens we have now are 1 years old, or will be in a few days. We don't get much from our farm but because of the discount on rent sometimes we have enough money to spare to get nice things. The average price of rent can go up to 100 gold.

(100 gold is like 1k, the money in this story is, bronze= pence or cents or whatever is the lowest in your country, silver= pounds or dollars etc and gold= the hundreds +. In simpler terms, but in GBP ((Great British Pounds)) terms, 1 bronze= 1 pence, 1 silver= 1 pound and 1 gold= 100 pound.)

Ours however got put down to 45 gold. It's still a lot that we just about make each month but we're still thankful that he even gave us this place to begin with. He didn't actually have to.

It's also lucky that our farm works well with rent times. Each month you have to go to the castle and pay your rent. If you dont have enough or you skip it they go to your house and either take a child, that becomes their servent who has to work for the money you didn't pay, or they take some belongings that you don't get back unless you pay extra. Luckily we've never seen it first hand but one of my childhood friends ended up becoming a servent from it. I haven't seen her since. Our wheat takes a month to grow so we've always got that to keep our money up. Unfortunately wheat sells cheap, one wheat grain sells for 30 bronze. Every month we grow, on average, 700 wheat grains but have to keep back 350 to replant so we can get 350 the next month too. So on average every month with wheat alone we make 10 gold and 5 silver. Which by itself is almost a quarter of our rent. Replanting and harvesting wheat is one of the most tedious jobs of farming, but maintaining is by far the easiest. You only have to water the plant at most once in summer but otherwise never. All you really have to do is make sure the plant isn't dying and be on your way. The worst job I have is turning the sheeps pelt into wool. She doesn't like to be milked so doing that is an annoyance but I dread making wool the most out of all the farm jobs I have. Next to maintaining the crop the hens are the easiest too. They lay at least one egg everyday, the only thing I have to do is collect the eggs without breaking them and make sure the hens are well fed and have fresh air. With making wool you have to flatten the pelt completely and then tie the strands together to make a really long piece of wool that I have to cut and ball up. It's the worst job on the entire farm but I can't say I hate doing it. My favourite thing is balling it all up after dying it. I'm just thankful all these things take a month to do or we'd be screwed on rent every month.

(Realistically these don't actually take a month, I researched so much to make the story as legit as possible but for story sake I tweaked the timing. Hens do lay one egg a day at least, if properly cared for and also depending on breed. But wheat takes a LOT longer to grow and you can only shave a sheep once a year. I changed the timing of it all tho or I'd have to be even more creative with money and stuff and tbh I'd rather not. Coming up with these ideas for the farm was hard enough.)

On average you get 2 balls of yarn out of 1kg of wool. Luckily for us our merino sheep produces 11kg of wool giving us 22 balls of yarn. 1 ball of yarn sells for 1 gold, so for 22 balls of yarn we make 22 gold. Personally I think it's extremely expensive but it does make sense considering there aren't many sheep around, which also means clothes, blankets and shoes are harder to get. On average with the hens we get 2 eggs a day. 1 egg sells for 25 silver, meaning the 2 we make in a day gives us 50 silver. There's 28 days in a month meaning with eggs alone we make 14 gold. Altogether in one month we usually make roughly 46 gold. As good of an amount as that is, 45 of it has to go to the king, leaving us with roughly 1 gold left. Because we're human and need to eat, bathe and clothe ourselves just like everyone else, whatever's left gets spent on stuff like that. On average every month we spend about 50 silver on food. I have my own plant pots in my room that we use for our own food. There's only 2 of them but in one plant pot I grow strawberries and in the other I grow raspberries. Truth be told if I sold the strawberries and raspberries we'd probably be richer but honestly, we're both kinda used to this life and although we don't have everything we want, we have everything we need. Besides the fruits take 2 months to grow and because of my reputation people would refuse to buy them for their actual price. They just about accept the other things, if fruits were in the mix I'd probably get death glares and 1 bronze for a batch. It doesn't bother me too much though because with whatever odd bit of wheat we had spare from the 700 odd we plant and sell we use that to make bread or pastry, so every 2 months we make the fruits into a jam or crush them and make a pie. My all time favourite activity is making them into pies or bread and jam with Isaieth. It's the only thing we can properly do together. He helps me replant and harvest the wheat sometimes because there's so much of it but usually he just watches from afar. His eye sight is getting worse the older he gets so he helps less and less. It saddens me because I know he doesn't want to go fully blind, we wouldn't be able to communicate at all and what kind of life are you living if you can't see or hear anything. You might as well be dead at that point or you'd be so throughly confused.

Getting back on track. Today is a bad day because it's the first day where I have to pay for the rent. I've been a few times with Isaieth as a child but I've never gone alone. It's an adults job and should only be done by an adult. But today, aswell as being my birthday, it's also rent day. Isaieth didn't actually want me to do it but I insisted knowing that he would have severe trouble doing it himself. And what's more is that I have to go alone to sell our produce now aswell. I don't put any blame on him and I especially will never complain. But in my head I can feel bitter about the situation.

I look forward to the day.....

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No I don't.

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jacobseedvaas35 · 5 years

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A Love Like No Other

Jacob Seed X OC Ana Pearce

Warning: Violence, Smut, Mention of abuse

Word Count: 1108

Chapter Three

Jacob's been going mad. He already had nightmares to deal with when it came to not getting any sleep but now he had something else bothering him. He didn't want to tell anyone because he felt embarrassed but he knew that his brothers wouldn't judge him. Instead they'd help and guide him, so that was what he did. Jacob drove down to Joseph's compound to have a talk with him.

"What's bothering you Jacob? You seem down" John asked. The three brothers sitting inside the church waiting for the Pearce siblings to arrive.

"It's nothings" Jacob tried to shut down his little brother but John was a stubborn man.

"I don't believe you" John continued. "Somethings wrong and you aren't telling us. Not getting enough sleep again?".

"Yeah" Jacob responded.

"Nightmares again Jacob?" Joseph asked and took a seat next to his big brother.

"Partially".

"Oh so something else is bothering you? We are all ears brother" Joseph said. John joined his brothers and waited for Jacob to open up to them.

Jacob sighed and looked up at Joseph. "It's Ana".

"Ana? You mean that girl that came to the church with her brother, Sunday morning?" Joseph asked.

"Yeah. I've been thinking about her a lot" Jacob confessed.

"Oh. Someone's in love" John teased.

"John" Joseph was quick to shut his brother up. "Keep going Jacob".

"She denied being abused by her parents but her brother said differently that day" Jacob explained to his brothers.

"Maybe she's scared" Joseph suggested. "We've been through it too Jacob. We know what it's like to be afraid to tell the truth".

"I'd like to help her" Jacob informed them.

"Is there something else you'd like to tell us Jacob? Could John actually be right?" Joseph asked.

"What do you mean?" Jacob was confused.

"You like her. You've never made other people's problems yours Jacob" John smirked. "So admit it. You like her".

"I barely know the girl John. How can I like someone I don't even know?" Jacob asked.

"Well she is quite beautiful. I must admit" John said.

"Yes. You're right John. She is beautiful" Joseph agreed.

"That doesn't mean anything" Jacob barked.

"Answer me this" John said.

"Fine"

"When you think about her, do you... you know, jerk off?" W asked.

Jacob looked at his brothers and signed, admitting to them that he has. "Can you blame me? It's been years since I've gotten any action".

"Don't be embarrassed to admit it Jacob. We've all been down that way" Joseph reassured his brother. "Your little secret is safe with us. Right John?".

"Thanks".

The doors to the church opened wide and in walked the four Pearce siblings and Faith. Joseph stood up and welcomed them all with hugs, introducing himself and his brothers to Hannah and Haley. Jacob and Ana came eye to eye and then smiled at each other.

"Hi Jacob" Ana greeted him.

"Hi" Jacob responded back and walked away from the group, taking a seat on the bench at the front of the church.

Ana's smile immediately disappeared and became upset. She turned to John and asked if everything was ok. He suggested to her that it was best if she spoke to him, herself. Ana made her way next to Jacob and took a seat next to Jacob.

"Is everything ok?" She asked him.

"Yeah I'm ok. Didn't get a proper sleep last night so I'm a little tired today" Jacob replied back, not looking at Ana.

"Nice try, Jacob but I think there is something else wrong with you?" Ana continued to pressure him for a proper answer.

"Really Ana, I'm just tired" Jacob insisted.

"So we can't go to the Mountain's today?" Ana asked, hoping that would light Jacob up a bit.

"You wanna go today?"

"If you're up for it?" Ana smiled.

"I don't see why not" Jacob smiled back.

"Awesome. I got a picnic basket ready while my parents were out" Ana said, standing up and grabbing Jacob's hand. "Come on let's go".

Jacob stood up with Ana's help. They said their goodbyes to everyone and left the church together. Ana still holding Jacob's hand tightly. She grabbed the picnic basket from the back of her parent's van and carried it to Jacob's truck.

"Ana"

"Yes Jacob"

"I'm gonna need my hand to drive" Jacob lifted their hands up, for him to show Ana.

"Oh sorry" she said and immediately let go of his hand.

Jacob opened the passenger door for Ana and helped her in, before making his way to the drivers side. "Whitetail Mountains, here we come".

As they drove through Whitetail Mountains, Ana's eyes lit up when she saw the mountains in the distance. This place was beautiful. She looked at Jacob and gave him the biggest smile, before turning her head and looking out the window again.

"Oh Jacob, this place is beautiful" Ana said.

"It sure is. I'm lucky to call this region my home"

"You live in Whitetail Mountains? Oh my god, you are so lucky"

Jacob smirked. "I’ll give you a tour of this region one day”.

“You’re the best” Ana said.

Jacob and Ana spent their whole day in Whitetail Mountains. Had a picnic on top of a mountain and got to know each other a lot more. Spending all those hours with Ana made Jacob realise that his brothers were right. He did like her but the strange thing was, they’d only known each other for five days. Plus, why would a young and beautiful girl like someone like Jacob. That’s what he kept telling himself.

After Ana and Jacob returned back to the church, the Pearce siblings immediately left to go home. Jacob sat down with his brothers and sister and confessed the truth to them.

“You have to be open with her Jacob” Joseph suggested.

“I can’t Joseph. Confessing something like this might push her away” Jacob worried.

“So what are you going to do?” John asked.

“I’m going to try and keep away from her. It’s not doing me any good. I’ve got nightmares that make me have crap night sleeps, last thing I need is a woman to add to it” Jacob stood up and walked to the church doors. “If they come down again, don’t call me”.

“And if she asks us about you? What do we say?” John asked.

“I’m busy with work” Jacob replied and walked out off the church.

“Poor Ana. Blake was telling me how much Ana appreciates his friendship and closeness” Faith informed her brothers.

“Oh dear. This is going to break her heart” Joseph said and looked at the church doors.

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im-in-love-with-my-disco-deaky · 4 years

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So this is a crappy story I’m writing for our parents, Roger and Sarina (even though I can’t write for shit). And this is the first part, so they haven’t met yet.

Chapter One - Arrival

South Africa, November 2003.

Roger's P.O.V:

As soon as the aeroplane door opened I was swarmed in warm heat. On our planeride, we could see that most of Africa was a vast and barren landscape, covered with dry and dead plants. Cape Town was much more built up. It certainly wasn't London, but it was magnificent nonetheless.

The tall poodle I call Brian stepped out after me. His curly hair just poofed up at the humidity of the place and I just couldn't help but laugh. That earned me a slap and a death glare. Whoops. Ah well.

I peeled my jacket off as the heat began to take its effect on me. I glanced around, taking in the view of the landscape as well as our arena. It was, thankfully, a clear day today, although that meant we had the sun directly beaming down on us. Bri and I stared across the city of Cape Town, looking at the multitude of buildings and the moving, shining specs that we could only assume were cars.

I followed Brian with long strides as we went to our first destination of the day and, arguably, the most important of them. We were going to meet Nelson Mandela, the organiser of the concert. Was I nervous? Hell yeah, but so was Bri. He hasn't said it, but I know. I sighed softly we walked through the large doors leading us towards Nelson. I could really feel the nerves settling in now.

I held my breath as we walked in, hands in my pockets to hide my shaking. Then I blinked and bam. I was stood in front of Nelson Mandela alongside one of my greatest friends.

He broke out in a wide smile, "Ah, Brian, Roger. Pleasure to meet you."

Brian was the one to speak, "please, the pleasure's all ours." I could hear the nerves in Brian's voice.

We continued to talk for a good 45 minutes, talking about anything and everything. The concert, the schedule, practice times, our flight, we even spoke about Freddie for a while. Brought back some memories, still hits hard, even after all this time. Finally, it was time to go to the hotel. Apparently, it's some high-end place with a great view of the city. Brian and I, thankfully, had separate rooms, otherwise we'd be at each others throats.

Brian and I strolled outside to the awaiting limo, I was first to get in and watched as Bri folded upon himself to squish in.

Of course he noticed my holding back laughter, "oh fuck off, Rog. Just because you're short."

"Least I'm not a fucking giraffe." I mumbled back as the limo pulled away.

"Oh shush." The poodle rolled his eyes, adjusting.

I couldn't help but scoff. "Bitch. You're so damn tall, the only person who's seen the top of your head is God."

"At least I don't look at kneecaps all damn day long."

It was my turn to roll my eyes. "Oh fucking neh neh."

So. These are how our conversations normally go. All in good humour, of course.

We spent the rest of the ride in silence. I was daydreaming and Brian was taking in the African views. I missed my kids, I've got to admit. Lola, Rufus and Tigerlily were staying with my ex-girlfriend, Debbie. Already, I was planning on phoning tonight to check up on then, it has been a few days since I saw them last. I also decided to phone Dominique to check on Rory and Felix.

A wave of cool air surrounded me as I rolled down the tinted window and looked out. Cars zoomed past us and buildings shielded us partially from the sun. My hands were folded in my lap, still, for once, and my sunglasses were positioned on top of my head. Brian was either resting his eyes or dead in the seat beside me, head back, eyes closed. I was only able to confirm he wasn't dead when we pulled up to the hotel, as the tall man lifted his head.

The limo door opened and I got out with ease, looking up at the large building. Of course, we had to wait for Brian to regain feeling in his legs and unfold like a fucking lawn chair before getting out. Tall people problems. Can't relate. We were lead towards wide glass doors, stopping to sign a few autographs before walking through. We stopped in the grand lobby, surrounded by antique paintings and huge, swinging chandeliers. It wasn't busy, to our delight, so there was a somewhat peaceful atmosphere. Brian and I looked around whilst we got signed in, glancing between the view outside and the signs that were written in a language we didn't understand. Well, I didn't, the brainbox next to me might.

Finally, we were signed in and handed our room keys, before being led to the elevator. We stepped in and watched as our bodyguard, Andy, pressed the button, hearing the soft ding before the doors slid shut. Then I got a thought.

"Y'know whats weird?" I turned to Brian.

His tone was sarcastic, "You writing a song about fucking your car?"

"No, dumbass. And don't say shit about I'm In Love With My Car its a masterpiece."

"Yeah, sure it is." Brian rolled his eyes. "So what's weird then?"

"Elevator music." I spoke, deep in thought.

The older man furrowed his eyebrows. "Elevator music, Rog?"

I nodded. "Well, yeah. I mean, we all have a rough idea about what it sounds like and whatnot, but how many people can actually say they've been in an elevator that plays music?"

Brian stared me down. "I sure as hell haven't. Must be a Hollywood thing."

"Hmm, probably."

The elevator slowed to a stop and we stepped out. We were on the highest floor, so had some of the best views of Cape Town, which we had yet to explore. But I as tired and jet-lagged, so for now all I can see in the future is a phone call and a nice bed.

Andy led us to our rooms and we said our goodbyes before walking in. The room was big, a champagne bottle in the corner, a large double bed against the wall, suppling a great view of the city for when you woke (if you're facing the right way, that is). Above it hung a large mirror, boxed in with a couple paintings. On either side of the bed stood a wooden nightstand, a light screwed into the wall above each one. Opposite the bed there was a large TV, remote underneath, and a pamphlet beside it. Off to the side hung a small mirror and a hairdryer, inside a open, narrow, wooden storage unit. It was stocked with towels and extra pillows, with a white silk robe hanging neatly next to it. On the opposing wall, there was a door leading into the bathroom. I dropped my bag down by the door and slid my shoes off, before walking over to it, swinging the door open and stepping in. Immediately, I as met with a large bathtub, big enough for two people, lined with jets for a nice massage after a long day. There was a shower head on the wall in case you didn't fancy a bath, with various soaps, shampoos and conditioners lining the wall alongside it. The toilet sat under another mirror set back in the wall, more towels and spare essentials spread across the ledge it created. I walked back out and shut the door, eyes locked on the view outside. I strolled over and opened the sliding doors before stepping in into the African air.

The balcony was reasonably big, two deck chairs and a table against, but not on, the windows. The railings hung various hanging baskets of bloomed flowers, bright and lively. I stepped across the terracotta tiles and leaned against the stone rails, taking in the sight before me. There were smaller, but tall, buildings dotted around the town below the hill on which the hotel stood. Next to our hotel was a restaurant, expensive-looking and high-end, which is where I could only assume we were going to be eating in every night. Across the street there was a petrol station and a small shop, I could see our limo parked outside by one of the pumps, its driver somewhere in the store. I was also able to see the arena in which we were performing in a weeks' time off to my left side.

What really caught my eye was a large mansion not too far away, sat upon another hill. It was massive, bigger than my own home. Three stories tall, with balconies coming out of basically every room. From what I could tell with my shit eyesight, there was at least four cars outside and what looked like stables going behind the mansion. A car pulled up to the iron gates eventually, and I watched as they opened and the car slid through. It slowed to a stop and two people got out, I was too far away to pick out details, before strolling inside.

After a while of listening to the low hum of cars and the singing of birds, I stepped back inside. After plopping on the edge of the bed, I pulled out my phone and dialled the number of my ex wife. We spoke for a while and I spoke with the kids before I hung up, dialling my ex-girlfriends number as I laid back, eyes closed. I spent a good 45 minutes on the phone before hanging up, a nap being next on my list. Unpacking can wait. After adjusting to a more comfortable position, I allowed my eyes slid shut once more and I could of swore my soul left my body as I fell asleep.

"Roger, get the fuck up!"

I groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. It was dusk, and the city looked almost magical with the setting sun, painting the town and my room orange. The mansion I saw earlier was almost illuminated by the orange and yellows. I stood up and stretched before sliding my shoes on and opening the door.

"What?"

The guitarist had changed into something more suitable for the weather, lanky arms crossed over his chest. Andy was lurking behind him. "We've got reservations at the restaurant next door."

I sighed and walked out, door key in pocket, making sure I locked the door before. We were once again led to the music-less elevators and stepped in. To make up for the lack of music, I began to hum. However, it was cut short by Brian whining and Andy only laughed.

We got out of the elevator and ventured outside, stopping, once again, to sign a few autographs before walking over to the restaurant. Our reservation was quickly confirmed and we were led to our table at the back, away from the crowds. We sat down and I took the opportunity to look around the room. The cream walls were covered in more expensive artwork and fancy lighting. The floor was a dark coloured carpet but the atmosphere was warm and happy. At the front of the store stood a couple of statues, perfectly lined up to seem like they are pointing at the fountain outside. The tables were a dark wood, covered with a silk tablecloth that folded over our knees. I picked up once of the dark red menus and opened it, skimming the laminated sheets. We chose our meals and ordered, and sat in a comfortable silence whilst we waited.

"God, I can't wait to sleep." The taller for us complained as we stood in the cool metal box.

I hummed, "yeah, nor can I. Bet you can't wait either, Andy."

The bodyguard laughed, "yeah, I need some sleep."

We all chucked and step out of the box, going off to our individual room with a simple 'goodnight'.

After a quick shower and changing into something comfy, I laid down in the bed and looked out the window. I couldn't be arsed to close the curtains, the view was so much better. The skyscrapers were lit up and the windows in houses were turned on. The mansion on the hill was lit up in some soft lighting and the moon was beginning to surface in the sky. I sighed and closes my eyes after setting my alarm, hoping tomorrows sightseeing goes well. Finally, I let the warm embrace of sleep surround me.

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