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felice-jaganshi · 2 months

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My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 6

You moved into hell, giving your friend Zariah a heads-up, and swearing her to secrecy. The next few weeks were a blur of fun as you got to re-meet all the Sins and visit their rings in more depth. Each of them seemed intent on trying to help you and Lucifer get closer, except for Mammon. But the more you got to know of that guy, the more you hated him, so that didn't bother you really.

A few months later, you were about to enter his workshop when you heard him talking to himself again.

“Daughter calling?! She hasn't called you in months! This has to be perfect…”

You decided to just wait outside and listen… and wow was he struggling. But in the end-

“My daughter wants to see me~~ take THAT depression!” It seemed it worked out after all. Good, you were happy for him. And maybe this meant you could finally meet her too! You knock on the door and he answers,

“Becca! You won't believe what just happened!” He's grinning ear to ear.

You smile and humor him, “What is it?”

“My daughter called! She wants to see me!” He's bouncing in place, and you laugh.

“That's wonderful Luci goosey!”

He blushes at the nickname, “Will you come with me? I… I'm afraid I'll fuck it up if i go alone.”

“Of course, I'd love to. I said before I'll always stand by your side. I meant it.” You smile warmly, internally screaming your victory. His eyes light up and he screams his victory externally.

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You go with him to the hotel, and oh wow is it crazy and colorful! He introduces you to Charlie right after practically crushing Vaggie in a hug.

“Oh, that reminds me, Charlie, meet my new friend, Becca! She's been keeping me company the last few months.” He motions to you, and you wave politely, feeling a little nervous.

“Hi Charlie, it's nice to finally meet you. He's told me alot about you.”

Charlie immediately looks you over with big shocked eyes. “New ‘friend’ huh? It's nice to meet you.” She offers you a handshake, but you can tell she's unsure how to feel about you.

You shake her hand, “Yes, friend. And I'm hoping you and I will be friends too. I have something I'd like to talk to you about in private later if we can?”

“Uh, sure. Let me finish introducing everyone now.”

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The duet the two shared was so sweet, it made you tear up and cry a little. After, Charlie pulled you aside, “Hey, so… You and my dad… are you really just friends?” shit, here we go!

“Well, yes but… I really like him alot… is that okay?” You're nervous, she's literally his everything! Whether she likes you or not is the make or break of your relationship.

“I see… Do you treat him right? He needs a lot of attention.”

You nod, “Absolutely! I really love him, Charlie. I want him to be happy… I don't want to replace your mom, but I hope I can get your blessing to try dating him, and maybe you and I can be friends?” You put all your sincerity into those words, hoping she can see you for who you really are.

She gives you a once over, silently thinking… before pulling you into a tight hug. “Okay… I'll have a talk with him about mom. You have my blessing.” she then pulls back, holding your shoulders. “You came to me with respect, honesty, and genuine love. Just don't hurt my dad, ever. Don't make me regret trusting you.” She looked serious.

“I'd never hurt him on purpose. He's the best thing to happen to me since I died.” Tears start to fall from your eyes.

Charlie tries to wipe them away with a soft smile, “I believe you.”

She gives you another, softer hug. “Alright, I'm going to talk to dad about this. You just sit tight.”

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You know you shouldn't eavesdrop, it's rude… but it has to do with you, so maybe you have a right to know? That's what you tell yourself anyways. And on the other side of that door, Charlie is trying to convince her dad that Lilith isn't coming back. You hear yelling, and crying from both of them, and you feel terrible. You're not really able to make out any of the words for the most part, as you're still trying to keep enough distance to not get caught.

Eventually the door opens and you're ducking round the corner. “Alright… if that's what you think… I'll consider your words. Now I need to go ring up your uncle Michael. Or Gabriel might be better, they're more likely to actually answer… either way…” He didn't sound thrilled about that talk.

He then went looking for you, “Becca! Where'd you run off to? It's time to go home!”

You decided to sneak back to the lobby and hang out with that pink spider at the bar till Lucifer is close enough to find you, to pretend that's where you were this whole time.

The bartender raises an eyebrow, “So, what's a noble like you usually drink?”

“Huh? Oh no. I'm not a noble, I just kinda crashed into his garden and he decided to keep me.” You chuckle lightly.

“Crashed into my garden and nearly took out my rosebush!” Lucifer said, suddenly throwing an arm around your shoulders. “I've been looking everywhere for you. Are you ready to head out, or still making friends?”

You blush a little at the casual touch. He must be feeling bad, you discovered he gets more touchy and cuddly when his depression starts to creep up on him. So you place a hand on the one around your shoulder and hold it as you smile at him, “We can head out now if you've had enough.”

He smiles warmly at you, appreciating your acknowledgement of his lack of social energy. And with that, you both head home to rest and cuddle, as friends.

For now…

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siereads · 3 months

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Kingdom of Ash and Bones Review

Rating: 3/5

**This review contains spoilers**

I'll admit that I was excited to read this after enjoying the first book. That being said, it is nowhere near as good. The story's pacing doesn't have a good flow and it feels very jumping. There are a few major errors in the book regarding which characters are in place in a scene and there are more noticeable grammatical errors than the first.

I could understand some of the deaths in this book, really, I could, but killing off every tie Mari had to her childhood, her parents and her childhood best friend/protector, just felt like a quick way to take away anything that might make Mari want to stay after the Queen was defeated.

The end is also a bit of a cluster of time skips that make little sense. What was the point in having the Queen's dragon mate show up with a baby saying the Queen had died birthing the little girl? That added absolutely nothing to the story at all. Especially when Sabrathan (the Queen's mate) only showed up after Mari had defeated her to take her away since she was his mate and she was injured.

Which, for the record, having an entirely human girl able to defeat a literal dragon by drawing blood with her fingernails is insane and the blood pact between the two in the first book had been in regards to Mari fighting Zariah to the first blood, not the Queen.

The way magic works in the books is confusing at best and downrigt ass backwards at worst. The first book did not delve as much into that aspect of things otherwise I would have had something to say about it then.

Truthfully, I wish a good portion of this book had been cut out and the first book had been a slightly longer stand alone. I personally feel that would have worked much better.

#kingdom of ash and bones #raven storm #book blogging #reviews #book reviewer #*completed review #*finished

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diyunho · 4 years

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The Joker x Reader - “A.N.N.I.E.”

A.N.N.I.E. (Artificial Non-Neurological Intelligent Entity) is an outdated android model that emerged on the market two years ago. The Joker purchased her as a toy for his son not knowing she will become the recipient of desperate attempts to keep Y/N with him. After the woman’s unexpected death, experiments meant to transfer her conscience inside Annie failed yet The King of Gotham couldn’t part with the only thing that reminded him of someone he actually cared about.

“Can you fix her?” The Joker asks the two programmers that have been assessing the android for the past 15 minutes.

“Hard to tell sir, but we are trying to determine what triggered the malfunction,” Zariah points at the 4 laptop screens simultaneously running diagnostics. “Recently there’s been a spike in flaws regarding A.N.N.I.E. models; after all they were released 2 years ago. I would recommend acquiring the most current technology…”

“No need to!” J bitterly cuts him off. “Just fix her!”

“We will do our best, sir!” Mickel reassures The King of Gotham: his wretched temper might interfere with today’s agenda and the two hackers simply can’t afford it.

“Your best is not enough,” The Joker growls. “She cornered my son last night and almost crushed him against the wall. I had to use manual override to shut her down. That’s not typical machine behavior, is it?!”

“No sir, although I’ve heard of similar incidents in the past months. If it continues, Annie prototype will be pulled off the market soon,” Zariah informs.

“Her name‘s not Annie,” The Clown Prince of Crime interrupts the unwanted advice. “Her name’s Y/N!”

Awkward silence and Kase’s voice resonates from upstairs.

“Daddy?... Daddy?...”

“My son’s awake; I’ll be back,” J abandons the two men in a hurry and stumbles on the numerous cables connecting the laptops to the cyborg on his way out.

“Goddammit!”, he huffs through his clenched teeth before vanishing around the corner.

“That was fucking weird,” Mickel whispers. “What does he means her name is not A.N.N.I.E.?! Am I crazy? Is this not Artificial Non-Neurological Intelligent Entity sitting in that chair?!”

“Of course it is,” Zariah confesses in low tone. “He gives me the creeps too how he thinks she’s in there.”

“What do you mean “she”?” the obvious question follows.

“Check those cords,” Zariah urges and continues: “You noticed he corrected me with the name for the pile of rubbish.”

“Yeah,” the other guy begins typing a bunch of configurations while listening to the scoop.

“Y/N used to take care of his kid. Nobody can say who she really was: some believe she might have even been the mother, that her and Mister Joker were together. Others swear the little boy called her auntie; maybe she actually was Mister J’s sibling. Who the hell knows? She was a strange woman and she looked… different also,” Zariah’s gaze circles the premises to make sure their employer is not eavesdropping.

“No shit!” Mickel frowns at the statistics popping up on the monitors.

“Yeah, I saw her a few times, gave me the creeps. Something was off with her, you just could tell. Mister J always had jerks working for him and I guess they clashed with Y/N quite often: it got so bad they dared planning a prank that ended horribly. Do you know the warehouse on 14th street? The 6 stories one?”

“No.”

“Well, supposedly it happened there: Mister J was out of town and had no clue about the scheme plotted without his consent. The crew took his son on the roof and threatened they will toss him off the building if she doesn’t jump instead.”

“And?!” Mickel halts his typing, intrigued.

“She jumped… … they didn’t think she would.”

“Holy crap! I had no idea!”

“Dude, it was a disaster!” Zariah shrugs depicting the facts. “Y/N splattered all over the concrete, broken to pieces… Despite the severe injuries, she didn’t die immediately: she was in a coma for almost a month before passing away. Mister J had Annie already, he probably bought her as a toy for Kase when it first emerged on the market. The rumor is that while Y/N was in a coma he kidnapped scientists and forced them to work on a senseless project: transferring her conscience inside Annie.”

“You’re shitting me!” Mickel exclaims at the insane disclosure.

“Nope.”

“Can’t be done; it’s impossible!”

“And who’d dare explain the obvious to him, huh? Not the researchers he killed the moment she stopped breathing if you get my drift.”

“That’s messed up!” Mickel forcefully exhales, infinitely more nervous about being at The Penthouse for the moment.

“Do you remember the serial murders that shook Gotham 3 months ago?” Zariah has more gossip for his partner. “It was Mister J hunting down every single person that was on the roof the day Y/N jumped.”

“We shouldn’t be here,” the anxious Mickel shrugs. “Maybe we should abandon our mission.”

“Bulshit! They’ll pay us double over anything he offers so don’t be a pussy! Speaking of, you should assemble the guns prior to his return!”

Mickel is reluctant to the whole scenario, yet he compiles the two guns out of items resembling computer parts scattered in their suitcases: that’s how they were able to deceive security.

“Done,” he stashes one finished weapon under his jacket, offering the other to Zariah.

“Remain calm and we’ll be ok,” the latest mumbles. “Let’s pretend we’re here to repair this junk.”

A couple more minutes pass by and The Joker’s presence alongside his offspring makes the two guys cringe.

The little boy hides behind his father’s legs, shyly glancing the android’s way.

“Don’t be scared,” J grumbles. “She’s in power saving mode, it’s fine.”

“Yes, it’s perfectly safe,” Zariah winks. “We are almost done extracting all the data,” he gestures at the laptop’s screens.

Kase giggles and rushes to climb on Annie’s knees, excited to see her after she wasn’t allowed to sleep in his room last night which is understandable since the robot went bonkers.

“Hi Y/N,” the child softly pulls on her long hair. “I want waffles pwease.”

The hackers exchange meaningful glares and The Joker replies:

“She can’t for now,” he mutters. “She’s defective. Frost will take you out for breakfast, alright?”

“Does it hurt?” the 5 year old pouts at his parent’s affirmation: he doesn’t comprehend all the words and it’s difficult for a kid to process the concept of transference.

After Y/N died, The Joker told Kase she moved inside Annie: he wasn’t delusional about his failed experiment but it was easier to make his son cope with the loss of the woman that raised him. J doesn’t literally believe there’s any trace of Y/N in the machine: how could it be? Several months passed and nothing proved what he tried to accomplish succeeded: a twisted concept originating from a distorted mind was doomed from the start.

“It doesn’t hurt,” The Clown Prince of Crime sighs. “She’s resting.”

“Sir, I think you should see this,” Mickel gets his attention.

“What am I looking at?”

“You used voice command to lock down the android?” Zariah pinpoints at the monitor to his left.

“I did.”

“That’s not what turned off the system: see the numbers flowing borderline with the central matrix, the tiny squares? She wasn’t locked down by external command, she was terminated from within.”

“What do you mean?!” Mickel scoots over in his rolling chair, baffled.

“Somebody trespassed the firewall,” his accomplice utters the obvious.

J is less than happy with the random discovery still he requires confirmation of his suspicion.

“Meaning?”

“Annie, I mean Y/N is the recipient of a cyber-attack: she’s been hacked.”

“Hacked?” J scoffs. “What for? She’s just a companion android, it doesn’t make any sense.”

“Not sure, sir…” Zariah lifts his shoulders up, baffled.

“Can you find the source?” the green haired individual suggests.

“Analyzing the algorithm shows puzzling results: these numbers should be repeating themselves every so often, yet they don’t; never seen anything like it and I’ve been dealing with computers for a long time,” Mickel adds. “The most interesting detail is certainly challenging our expertise: tracking the root of the signal is pretty much unachievable. We should see input bouncing around from different servers because this is how hackers disguise their trail; but… this particular livestream happened simultaneously from various servers around the country.”

“There’s practically 0% chance for such abnormal hacking with today’s technology!” Zariah scrunches up his face at the baffling discovery. “How in the world was it done?!”

“You’re the experts!” The Joker barks. “I hired you based on strong recommendations from others that used your skills. Can you fix her or not?!”

“Of course, sir.”

“Yes!” the two associates ease The Clown’s doubt. “We’ll unplug the cables, we already removed all necessary info.”

Kase watches them detach the cords from Annie’s access ports, the child sulking at their action.

“Y/N, does it hurt?” he asks and hops off her lap. The empty shell doesn’t respond since the robot is in power saving mode.

“It doesn’t hurt,” The King of Gotham duplicates his earlier statement. “Frost!” he addresses the henchman entering the living room. “Take him to our restaurant on Madison Avenue for breakfast then he can play at the property on Foster Creek until we are done here. I want a 3 cars escort.”

“Yes, boss. I’ll call in advance and tell them not to open the place until we’re done.”

“Good,” J agrees with his henchman’s proposal. “Kase, go and eat!” he urges the offspring having a few more secrets to share with Annie. “Come on, let’s go!” the impatient father encourages.

The 5 year old obeys and kisses Annie’s cheek, whispering:

“I’ll bwing you beck’fast auntie, ok?” and he rushes at Frost’s side screaming up a storm. “Byeeeee daaaaaddy!!!”

The programmers are so absorbed by the mystifying enigma they stumbled upon by accident they don’t pay attention to the little nugget’s promise: even if they would, Zariah and Mickel wouldn’t be able to untangle the convoluted riddle of Y/N’s true identity.

She wasn’t The Joker’s girlfriend nor Kase’s mother: Y/N was nothing less than The Clown’s younger sister.

The woman protected the only family she had like a hawk, thus she didn’t hesitate to give her life in exchange for her nephew’s.

Too bad she had no idea those jerks were mocking her when she ended up on that accursed roof.

Too bad her brother didn’t guess their intentions and extremely regrettable he was left alone without the only person he ever trusted.

Too bad she died granted J’s desperate efforts to keep her with him.

And so sad he didn’t know how much Y/N meant to him until she was gone.

“Isn’t it weird someone breached my android in the same time it was malfunctioning and closed her down?…” J stares outdoors on the terrace. “Why would anyone go through the trouble?... What’s the purpose?”

The familiar click of safety being taken off a gun awakens The Joker from apathy and he turns around: it’s not easy to surprise J but he’s stunned to notice the two experts he recruited pointing guns at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Cashing in a huge payday, sir,” Zariah sneers. “It’s not often you become a legend for murdering…”

The Joker is not listening, his attention diverted by the strange phenomenon occurring behind the two hackers threatening his life: Annie is standing up from her chair and that’s clearly not possible; she is in power saving mode!

The android grabs Mickel’s arm and twists it to 90 degrees, using his own pistol to blow his brains out. Before Zariah can react he’s knocked to the ground with such violence J starts backing out, unsure on what to do when Annie steps on the man’s neck.

The sound of fractured bone plus the cyborg’s attention clearly directed towards him now makes him shout:

“Code 71345, emergency override!”

“Access denied!” the robot approaches still calibrating its joints and electronic synapses.

What the hell is wrong with this thing?!

“Code 71345, emergency override!”

”Access denied!”

J wants to make a run for it but he’s aware Annie is faster; why is she glitching like this?!

“Code 71…”

“Why are you trying to shut me down when I tried so hard to come back to you?” the cold voice halts the rest of his sentence.

The Joker takes a strenuous breath, dumbfounded at the shocking revelation:

“Y/N?... … Is… is… that you?!... …”

The android tilts its head to the left while an eerie smile flourishes on the plastic lips:

“Missed me?”

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ishipbullshitso · 6 years

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No, I’m Going To Stay

Erik will admit sometimes he wishes that his body count of women was not as high as it was. Sometimes. Erik really enjoys sex. He enjoys women throwing themselves at him and willing to give in to his desires simply because he wills it. That ultimate power had him feeling invincible, like nothing could stop him from living his best life.

Then a baby shows up at his door. And the thing is, he cannot even deny that it’s his. She has his eyes, bright and wide. Her smile when she looked at him...

“Listen, I can’t keep this baby,” and Erik can’t bring himself to remember this woman’s name. In the back of his mind, he thinks he must’ve been drunk when he hit her up because-

“The fuck you mean?” She sends him an annoyed look and it still hasn’t registered what’s about to happen.

“I got college and a job. I don’t have time for Zariah and it was you that knocked me up anyway so here,” she shoves the handle of the car seat into his hand. It knocks in then that ohh. This bitch is dumping her baby.

“You’re just going to leave your child like that?”

“Coming from the nigga who didn’t even know he had a baby,” she snaps, but her eyes soften as the baby makes a small noise, “listen, I brought you the stuff that she needs. I can come by later if you-”

“No I think I’ll manage just fine,” and it was Erik’s pride speaking. To be frank, he had no clue on how to cook himself a decent dinner, nonetheless take care of a baby. She narrows her eyes again, but sends a final kiss to her child who reaches for her.

“I love you, Zariah.” Erik scoffs because what kind of a mother just leaves her child? Then she leaves towards the stairs and doesn’t look back. Erik is still for a couple of minutes before he is moving, placing Zariah on the not-so-clean couch and grabbing the bags of baby crap. Erik has no idea what half of the shit is. He puts his hands in face and groans deeply, realizing that this is going to be his life now. The baby squeals and he looks at her. Zariah looks at him in wonder and Erik stares right back; she giggles and shifts in her seat towards him.

He unbuckles her from the seat and picks her up. The baby grips at the necklace that he is wearing, but he cannot find himself to force her away. Instead, Erik finds himself smiling as she wraps her small hands around his finger, squeezing.

“Hi,” Zariah leans into his hold and Erik thinks this may not be that bad.

It was that bad.

Erik had not fully comprehended that being a dad was a 24/7 thing. He had to leave behind his friends, his parties, his women, everything. Working at the gym was more than enough to suffice for his party life and his necessities, but now half of it went towards formula and diapers and-

do not get on the subject of diapers. Do not remind Erik of how much shit he had to clean up in his bathroom because he did not know how to even put on a diaper. After a week of failure, he finally resorted from learning from YouTube (He actually learned about half of the “parent necessities” from some channel of this far too ecstatic for his liking). Still, the struggle was real and there was things no other parent could teach him.

Like how to calm Zariah. She likes it when you rub her back while she lays face down. She also likes sleeping in the same bed as him (he definitely had to clean her sheets before he could ever let her in there), but her favorite position is against his chest, against his heat, with one of her hands grabbing at his necklace. She likes her apple flavor more than peach, which was learned from peach being strewn all over the floor.

And Erik hates that the only company that he has is a baby that is a couple of months old. He hates that his friends won’t come over anymore because there is a “buzzkill” in the house that is keeping him from his previous life. He hates that he takes his kid to work, placing her in the child section under the care of Theresa, but he knows that she is good hands.

He hates that almost everything that was him was swept from under him. And he cannot blame anyone but himself because it was his dick, his sperm, his child.

Erik checks the mail on the bottom floor of the apartment building. Zariah cooed in her car seat and Erik knows what that means. Her picks her up just as she began to wail, and a man walks into the building. Erik looks at him once and rubs at his daughter’s back.

“Rough day?” The man asks, smiling.

“Rough every day,” Erik replies as she begins to calm down, but he knows that he can’t put her down long enough to get upstairs before she’ll start crying.

“Need some help, then?” Erik takes notice of what the man looks like. He is attractive, no denying, with a nice smile playing on his lips.

“If you want,” but then the man is grabbing the car seat and the baby bag. They exchange names up the stairs-T’Challa is quite an interesting name. But Erik can hear the heavy accent and he is not from anywhere close to here. He is also on the seventh floor, only two above hi. Zariah is close to sleeping when they make it to the door on the fifth floor. Erik unlocks the door with a little effort and places Zariah in the crib before meeting T’Challa at the door again.

“Thank you so much.”

“Don’t be, it was my pleasure. Is she your first?”

“Yeah. Her mom kind of dumped her.”

“I am sorry, Erik.”

“Nah, it’s good.” Silence follows for a solid five seconds. Erik is shit at small talk.

“I must go, I have my studies,” T’Challa bows his head slightly before turning. Erik watches him and he really does not like being so alone.

“Wait,” Erik scratches the back of his head, “will I, um, see you again? I mean, we do live in the same apartment building.” T’Challa smiles, shaking his head before answering.

“If that is what you would like.” Erik smiles because, yeah, that is what he wants.

They’re not dating technically, they’ve never actually been on a date. Sometimes T’Challa goes to his apartment or Erik to his when they both can find time. They are both very busy people, but it seems to work out. It’s worked well for a couple of months.

T’Challa is from Wakanda, which is in Africa. He is here for school, but Erik can guess that he probably already knows more than most of them. T’Challa is brilliant in everything, including Zariah. It took a total of 3 days for Zariah want to be around the man. Zariah especially loves being squished between the two of them as they watch a movie.

In turn, Erik told him his birth name, that he been ashamed of. He hated the only thing he received from his dad came in the form of a name on a birth certificate, but he cannot really blame the man since he died in his arms. Erik tries hard to shake it off.

And they’ve kissed. The first time, Erik apologized and got another kiss as an answer. Now they’ve probably lost count, but they do not nothing more. Not yet.

The first time they do have sex, it was the most intimate moment Erik had ever experienced. He was beyond stressed out; it was time for bills to go out and he was a little short since Zariah needed to get some checkups done. T’Challa had put Zariah to bed for him (she is only compliant to sleep when T’Challa is there, so unfair) and had returned.

“I’m a fuck up. I can’t even take care of my own daughter,” and Erik is closer to tears by the second. T’Challa takes the letters from his hands and places them on the counter, then inserts himself in the area between his legs. His hands cup his cheek and grab his attention.

“You’re not. You are doing what you can, despite the circumstances. No one can judge a man who is trying.” They embrace for a while. Erik feels his.. something’s heartbeat and matches to that.

He checks his watch.

“It’s getting late. Are you gonna head out?” T’Challa shakes his head, pulling himself closer.

“No, I’m going to stay,” and they kiss. It’s nothing like their former kisses. It’s not short and sweet, it’s long and passionate, and the room heats up ten degrees. They kiss all of the way to the bed, where T’Challa wraps his legs around his waist and their bodies grind. Erik loves this, loves doing this with T’Challa, but-

“Are you sure?” Erik can’t believe he asked that question. He has never had to ask if someone wanted it-but it’s not about him wanting it. It is that Erik has never felt like this before; he doesn’t want to fuck this up. A first for Erik.

“I am ready, N’Jadaka,” and it was when T’Challa said his name, his real name, that Erik knew he was not going to let this man go if he could help it. He never felt so exposed to who he really was. He thought he was the party boy, the guy that could get everything he wanted, but T’Challa sees straight through that. Sees the man tainted, but wants him anyway. Erik almost tears up, but just kisses him instead.

For the first time, Erik made love to someone.

When he wakes up, he smells bacon. He slips on his sweatpants and walks into the kitchen. Zariah is sitting in her high chair, picking up the solid food with a little bit of difficulty, and putting it in her mouth. T’Challa is by the stove, making breakfast for them. Erik sneaks up and wraps his arms around the man, kissing at his neck.

“Behave,” T’Challa scolds, but it holds no heat. Erik sits, switching his eyes between his daughter and his man. He smiles, reaching over to help Zariah with her food. She smiles at him and he kisses the top of her head.

He could definitely get used to this, Erik thinks as T’Challa serves him breakfast, interacts with Zariah, then kisses him deeply.

Could definitely get used to this, but then Zariah throws her food at him, earning a laugh from both T’Challa and his daughter.

Erik still doesn’t reconsider.

#domestic af #killchalla #t'cherik

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tcimless-archived · 4 years

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Name: Mina Zariah O'Riley

Birthday: October 23rd, 1272

Age: 748

Species: Human-Vampire Hybrid

Location of birth: Letterfrack, County Galway, Ireland

Bio: Born and raised in Ireland during the second millennium (a.k.a. 12th century) by a Human mother and a Vampire mother, she has been all around the world. Very intelligent and kind, Mina has never lost her Irish accent. She has killed people to protect the innocent, and has even helped in every single Irish war there has ever been. Was a close friend of Lena Luthor's biological mother and donated a pint of her Human blood to her when she had to have a blood transfusion once. She wasn't able to get legal custody of Lena when her mother died and has kept watch on her all of her life.

Mina has also kept tabs on the Danvers sisters, Sam Arias, Maggie Sawyer, and everyone Lena has ever met. Almost killed Lex and Lillian on several occasions, but kept her distance so her secret wouldn't be exposed.

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myaire21 · 7 years

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@madameazzure, you asked for them, but I only managed to draw three more :”D and then Sai crashed. (It´s fixed now yay!) I´ll keep updating :)

First, we have Zariah and Nariko (Nari), who are Rael´s and Seira´s children. Zariah is older, but her brother is taller and not very friendly, so both look the same age.Secondly, we have our beloved Franky/Rai kid, Leo di Raizel (Also called Alessandro by mama Franky). He is the oldest, yet, he looks the youngest. Why? Because I´m not sure how nobles work and Noblesses are weird.

Lastly, Niko (Muzaka/M21) and Yukio(Tao/Takeo). I´ve talked about them already

Please notice that these are the grown up versions of most of them, so this au would be set in the future. They all live in Lukedonia. Under the cut you can see more details :)

Zariah: she has her mother´s looks, but her father´s personality. She can be greedy and kinda psycho, but sets strong bonds between her friends and won´t allow them getting hurt.She calls his brother Nari even though she knows he doesn´t like it (he thinks it sounds childish and that he should be addressed properly, even by her sister)

Nariko: unlike his older sister, Nariko is colder. Almost looks like he has no feelings, like a beautiful marble statue. As you can see he shares many features with his deceased uncle, Rajak. He grew up with multiple stories about how his uncle died protecting his homeland and his only wish is to do the same. Real doesn´t really know what to think about this. Nari has trained really hard during his -short- life, and probably is the most dangerous member of the Next.Gen grouup. He won´t show mercy.

Leo di Raizel, Alessandro: Leo wasn´t born. He was created by Franky (both Niko and Yukio were created the same way, a bit later), and shares his parent´s looks. He has blod hair, but looks like Rai the most (a blessing for Franky). The kid is the new Noblesse, after his father runs out of power and goes to sleep. He also loves ramen. This kid is basically Rai´s reincarnation!

Oh my god, I really want to write and draw about them!

#next gen au #noblesse #myaire21 #noblesse au #OC #frankenstein noblesse #cadis etrama di raizel #seira j. loyard #rael kertia #seirel #frankenrai #ta_keo

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fromanthonydcarter · 5 years

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New Mexico child, 2, dead after being left by nanny in car; parents say child was miracle after 6 miscarriages

Tammie Brooks, 41, was arrested after a child in her care died from being left in a hot car in New Mexico on Tuesday, police said. (Hobbs Police Department)

Zariah was an only child, according to her parents, Zachary Hasheme and Demi Petrowski. Petrowski said she suffereda number of miscarriages before successfully having Zariah.

“I had six miscarriages previously to having my…

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naijaextrablog · 5 years

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Baby born to couple after six miscarriages dies in a hot car

A miracle baby born to a couple who suffered six miscarriages was left to die in a hot car by her babysitter.

Zariah Hasheme, 2, died after babysitter Tammie Brooks, 41, left her in a hot car for at least seven hours on September 17, police say.

Brooks forgot to take Zariah to daycare, and instead left her in her car in Albuquerque, New Mexico, when she went to work at 6:30am. She realized…

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wp-blaze · 1 day

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Financial Fumbles: Fail to Plan, Plan to Fail – Avoid Debt, Budget Smart, and Secure Your Retirement!

Let’s dive into the ocean of financial challenges. Yep, we’re talking about managing debt, budgeting like a boss, saving for retirement (hello, golden years!), and handling those sneaky unexpected expenses that seem to pop up when you least expect them. First off, let’s tackle the beast known as debt. It’s like that stubborn stain on […]

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felice-jaganshi · 2 months

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My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 4

The next few weeks are an absolute delight! Visiting Lucifer has become your favorite part of every week. This week however, he's suddenly texting you to cancel your visit. Something about an extermination… you try to ask him more questions, confused by what he means, but he just says not to come today and that everything will be okay once it's over.

You spend the day a little mopey, and your friends question why you aren't gone with your secret boyfriend. You try to explain he canceled on this week's date.

Your bestie pulled you aside.

“Hey, when are you gonna introduce me to him anyways? It's not Adam, right? You're not secretly pity dating the bastard are you?” You practically gagged at the thought.

“Ugh, no way! Never! I… I don't know if I can introduce you yet. We're not that serious…”

“Not that serious? When you see eachother every week, and sometimes sleep over? Girl, no. Don't let someone play with you like that.” She frowned. “Now i really gotta meet this guy and read him the riot act! If he isn't committing to you, he doesn't deserve you!”

“He's married! Okay?!” You scream back, tears in your eyes. You wait for her to judge you… there's shock for a moment, a look of contemplation.

“okay… so are you their third, or is his partner a bitch? Because you're not normally a homewrecker.”

“I've never met their partner, they've been missing for seven years, and he's just so lonely and needs a friend. I didn't mean to fall in love!” You start to cry, and she wraps you in a hug.

“Hey, hey, okay. Everything will be fine. Who is it? You know you can tell me anything.” She smiled, and it was true, ever since you became friends in life, you two were besties.

So, you took out your phone and showed him a selfie you and Lucifer took in the duck pile on your last visit.

She gasped, “oh my god! He's so cute!! Girl, absolutely you gotta get that ring from him. Let me be your maid of honor, please!” You smile.

“That depends, how do you feel about traveling to hell?”

“To… H- what was his name again?” She looked at you with a worried dread.

You whisper his name. “Lucifer…”

“Oh. Oh fuck. How did you meet him?!” She looks amazed, and just a bit afraid.

“Remember when Adam tried to ask me out? He shoved me out of heaven when I turned him down, and I fell into hell and broke my wings.”

“Oh my fucking god! That dickbag! Nothing happened to you right?! Was your phone broken? I'd come right away if you called.” She hugged you tight again.

“No, nothing happened. Lucifer found me right away and healed my wings. He's really a nice guy, Zariah. He's so sweet…” she pulls out a handkerchief and dabs away your tears.

“I'll absolutely go to hell with you. Whenever you need me, I'll be there. You're my bestie forever. And if he really treats you so well, I'll support your relationship! You deserve a good one after all the shit you got in life. And hey, if you move there, I'll let ‘you-know-who’ know when she gets here. I'll give her your number and everything.” You hug her again tightly. The people you both left behind when you died wasn't a topic either of you liked to bring up.

After the heartfelt confession, you felt much better about your feelings for Lucifer. You could always count on Zariah's support for everything. However…

“Why did you think it was Adam that I was dating? Come on girl, I have more self worth these days than that!” You laugh, letting her know you're just playing around.

“Oh, because this is the day every year he and a bunch of other angels disappear mysteriously for some ‘heaven mission’. I'm gonna find out what it is one of these days. Guarantee you that! Oh, and my research on serial killers is going so so good .” She smiled cheerfully, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes with a smile. she was so weird, but it was part of what you loved about her.

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It was about a week later that your visits to Lucifer returned to normal. You decided to wear something a bit “nicer”. His wife had been gone for 7 years, that sounds like a long enough separation for him to find someone new. And if she couldn't see the value in this man, you'd do it for her! And maybe you'd get to meet his daughter eventually? Your heart fluttered at the thought.

As you arrived in hell, he flew up to meet you like usual only to falter at the sight of your dress. “Wowza! That's a really nice dress becca! Did I promise to take you somewhere and forget?” He grinned, struggling to keep his eyes on your face.

“Oh, no. I just bought this recently and wanted to show it off to my bestie!” You smile and do a little twirl before circling him, “I'm glad you like it.” You wink, and he blushes.

“I… y-yeah, I do.” He became flustered and slowly began his descent to his palace. You followed after, seduction plan phase one was underway!

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #fallen angel #fallen apple

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automatismoateo · 5 years

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I think I survived a cult. Wanted to tell my story somewhere. via /r/atheism

Submitted May 06, 2019 at 06:03PM by ExpatEcho88 (Via reddit http://bit.ly/2Y3w88i) I think I survived a cult. Wanted to tell my story somewhere.

My earliest memories were of living the American dream. I was the youngest child in a family of 4. We went to church on Sundays, my mother putting me in fancy dresses with ribbons and bows. We had a nice three bedroom house, with a backyard and a front yard, a swimming pool, a family dog, and a tree that I could climb. All we were missing was a white picket fence. My mother, a former school teacher, had quit her job to homeschool my brother and me. I remember hot summer days hanging out around the pool with popsicles and neighbour kids. All was well.

I remember the year I turned 5 as the year that everything changed. My mother convinced my dad to join a fundamentalist church where all of the families homeschooled. Large families with twelve children were the norm. I later learned that this pattern of large families amongst Christian homeschoolers was called the “Quiverfull movement.” My mother acquired some strong beliefs from this church, including a deep mistrust of doctors, and a belief that when the year 2000 arrived, it would bring the end of the world. I knew families that were selling their houses, convinced that the world was ending. My mother stockpiled canned goods and non-perishable foods. She instructed us to look for empty buildings where we could hide out until the rapture, and avoid government officials who would try to force us to take the mark of the beast.

Five was also the year that my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. My mother bought a salve from a man whose day job was to sell furniture. He pitched the salve as an old Indigenous remedy for various illnesses. She put it on topically over the lump on her breast, and it ate through her skin and brought pieces of the tumour to the surface where they would “sluff off.” It also meant that frequently after she took showers she would start bleeding out on the bathroom floor. When this happened it was the job of my brother and me to call my dad or family friends to come home and get the bleeding to stop. On occasional trips to the doctor’s office for checkups, the doctors were horrified. One prescribed her some intense pain medications including Vicodin and morphine. Her pain was bad enough that she said it never quite went away. Occasionally she would hallucinate and I remember her instructing my brother and me to do things that weren’t remotely based in reality. I would pretend to do them because if I didn’t, I would get in trouble.

I grew up taking care of her. I learned how to give her insulin shots, how to cook for her, how to watch the clock to remind her to take her meds. In return, she taught me that a woman’s place was in the home and that I shouldn’t go off to college. When people asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, all I was allowed to say was that I wanted to be a wife and a stay-at-home mother. When she was angry at me, she would hit me with wooden spoons or switches. When I cried, she showed me the hole that the salve had ate through her body to her tumour, tell me that she was hanging onto her life by a thread and that I was cutting that thread. She used rags to pack the open wound in her chest and put them in a bucket when they became saturated with blood and cancer and salve. It was my brother’s job to wash the rags. They smelled like death.

My mother kept books around the house like Michael and Debbie Pearl’s “To Train Up a Child” and our Pastor Reb Bradley’s 1995 book “Child Training Tips.” Early on, she would try to convince our neighbours to adopt the parenting methods advocated for in these books. Eventually, when it didn’t work, she increasingly forbade my brother and me from hanging out with the neighbour kids. These books were popular in our church Hope Chapel, our pastor having authored the second one. A related fad was adopting children from Africa. My mother admired the families who did this and told me that if she didn’t have cancer, she would want to adopt a child from Africa too. I remember one day at church, my mother called me over to introduce me to two little girls that a family had adopted from Africa: Zariah and Lydia Schatz. Occasionally, we would travel to seminars put on by Bill Gothard.

She was supposed to be homeschooling me, but in reality, she stopped teaching me anything and slept all day. My brother and I tiptoed around the house afraid to wake her. The walls of the house were lined with books. We had the entire series of 19th Century Horatio Alger and Horatio Alger Jr books, and the Elsie Dinsmore series, and the Laura Engels Wilder series. I also collected the Bobbsey Twins books. All of these being the types of books that kids grew up on around 100 years before me. There were also educational books. I taught myself how to tell time from a book, and taught myself algebra, checking my answers in the back of the book. One day she caught me doing the math, and I got in big trouble and she forbade me from doing it anymore. After a while, I took up math again and taught myself in secret.

Obviously, the world didn’t end in 2000, but the following year, one month before the terrorist attack on the twin towers and three months before my 13th birthday, my mother died. Her mother and sisters didn’t understand why I didn’t cry at her funeral. They didn’t understand that my mother had taught me not to cry. Or that as sad as I was that she had died, her death freed me from the abuse cult that had isolated me.

My father enrolled me in a small Christian high school, where we weren’t allowed to dance, and dating was discouraged. Many of the teens there were saving their first kiss for marriage. But for me, it was my first step into the world beyond fundamentalist Christian homeschoolers. I made friends with actual school kids. I didn’t talk much about my odd upbringing and tried to focus on learning how to fit in. By junior year, my love of reading had brought me to reading a host of philosophy books, and I began to question Christianity. Eventually, it ceased to make sense to me at all. I graduated high school a year ahead of my age peers, and unsure of what to do with myself I found a non-christian peer group to hang out with, where I could learn about public school kids, and meet other atheists.

In this friend group, I met my future husband when I was 16. We were married at 20, and I got pregnant at 21. He became abusive. One day when our son was 10 months old, he became angry and started punching things around the apartment. I told him that I had to leave until he calmed down. He physically blocked my exit and told me I couldn’t leave. I went to the table near a window and picked up a phone to call the police. He took the phone away from me, so I yelled for help out of the open window. He backed me up against a wall, put one hand around my throat and with the other he held the tip of a knife to my temple and told me I couldn’t leave. Just then my son woke up from a nap in the other room and began crying. He let me go so I could get him. As I was picking him up, a neighbour knocked on our door to see if everything was okay. My son’s father opened the door and said everything was fine. The neighbour insisted on talking to me. I went to the door, barefoot with the baby in my arms, and suggested I go over to her house to calm down. He let me go, and in my neighbour’s living room I told her what had happened. She went and got the keys from my son’s father, telling him I needed to take a drive to calm down. I drove to the police department, barefoot, and reported what had happened. A police officer went to the house and arrested him. He only spent three days in jail, which was enough for me to pack my bags and leave. The state issued a temporary protective order for him to stay away from us, and I followed that up with a restraining order and filed for and won sole custody with no parental rights to the father.

The following year I was accepted to a university in the UC system to complete an undergraduate degree. I moved with my not yet two-year-old by myself into family housing and managed to graduate with straight As in my major. I even studied abroad with my son when he was 3.5. My last year in college, I happened upon the website Homeschoolers Anonymous and realized that my brother and I weren’t alone in our experiences of child abuse while homeschooled. In fact, Lydia Schatz, the girl I had met in our church, had died of the sort of abusive parenting techniques advocated for in our church and homeschooling circles.

After graduating, I took some time off to work and figure out what I was going to do next. I met a single father who I have been dating for three years, and I am currently finishing up a master’s degree from one of the top 20 best graduate schools in the world for my major. My son is a sweet natured, happy and intelligent 8 year old who is doing well. I always wanted to find the words to tell my story somehow. Homeschoolers Anonymous Reaching Out recently went inactive and has been archived, so I thought I’d post my story here for now.

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atiyasworld · 5 years

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Revenge is Certainly Sweet

Summary: Living as the only heir to the Royal family of a fallen kingdom is not easy. Zariah Sivoillard, the princess of Edeline, the only leader of her few subject swears to herself that she will murder the king that did this to her kingdom. All she need is the perfect opportunity...

Zariah Sivoillard was behind a bush in the woods. A few Craeston guards were coming her way, Zariah did not want to be caught by them, she would be as good as dead. A hot rush of anger came across her body. These guards that were coming her way came from the Craeston king’s palace, the king that destroyed her country. Zariah would not hesitate to kill that slime ball of a man if he happened to be with his guards.

Footsteps could be heard crunching on the leaves. Zariah could hear men laughing. “Did you see the look of his face before he died? He looked like he was to wet himself!” A man exclaimed. The others laughed. Those men were unbelievable. They were laughing about a man’s death, her citizen no doubt.

Zariah was going to kill every one of these men.

They were just about to come past the bush that she was in. There was a vehicle of some sort among them, a carriage. Zariah has never seen one of them, her country didn’t have them. Zariah jumped out of her bush, startling the men, and the carriage pulled to a stop. All the guards pulled out their swords when they quickly recovered. Zariah waved her hands across the guards, making them fall to the ground. Yells and screams erupted the air. Zariah threw her hands at a few guards, while mumbling a few spells. The guards slumped to the ground, dead.

The remnant of the guards stood still, all of them afraid. She was about to kill them too but stopped. She could send a message to the Craeston king. “I will not kill you.” Zariah said clearly, her voice deadly. “Go to the king of Craeston and tell him that Zariah Sivoillard, Princess of Edeline, will come after you, and when she does, she will kill you and your entire murderous family.” The three guards that she hasn’t killed, stiffened. Zariah smirked at that “You may go.”

They didn’t move. They kept looking at her and the carriage. So, they had someone important in there, did they? More of a reason not to allow them to take the carriage with them. “I said, you may go now, or I will disable you all, and you can go like that” Zariah hissed. They scurried off without looking back.

Zariah turned towards the carriage. It was rather fancy, it was white and gold. The gold decorated beautifully across the white background. It was beautiful, and it make her want to hurl. She could have had that luxury if the Craeston king hadn’t destroyed her palace and kingdom.

The woods were serene, except for a sound of faint breathing from the carriage. Zariah smirked and strode to the carriage. Much to Zariah’s pleasure, It was clear the person inside was terrified. Zariah pulled the door of the carriage by force, revealing a terrified girl. She was visibly shaking, her breathing fast. She had a jewel covered tiara on her head. She was a very pretty girl. “S-stay a-away. I am the princess of Zindaria, I will get m-my guards on you.”

She was a princess, was she? She had the courage to threaten her when most of her guards were dead. “Your guards are dead.” Zariah said sharply. She stepped up to the carriage to get the princess.

“S-s-stop! You are committing a crime! If you come near me, I will send you to an arraignment in court!” The Princess sniveled. Zariah burst out laughing. She grabbed the princess by the arm and dragged her out the carriage, the princess screamed.

“Shut up, before I make you!” Zariah yelled. She quietened, her lips trembling. The princess’s eyes were glued to the corpses of her ‘brave’ guards, tears swimming in her large amber eyes.

They both proceeded to walk through the woods, only the princesses quiet sobbing could be heard. Along the way, Zariah spotted a herd of deer. Animals were the only thing Zariah was fond of these days.

Zariah looked down at the princess. She was a combination of Zindarian and Craestonian. She smelled a bit like cinnamon rolls, reminding her of her palaces food. Zariah scrunched up her nose. Now that Zariah closely, the appearance of the princess’s tiara looked suspiciously like a counterfeit, but Zariah decided not to comment on it. Zariah assumed that the tiara was a fake because the princess didn’t want the real one to get stolen on her journey.

“You are going to get an indictment of the kidnapping of the Zindarian Princess.” The princess mumbled.

Zariah looked down sharply at her. “What did I say about you shutting up?” She demanded. The princess looked away. Zariah softened her tone. “What’s your name?”

The princess didn’t say anything for a while. “Evangelina, Princess of the kingdom of Zindaria.”

Zariah nodded.

Once they arrived at the Edeline camp, both Zariah and Evangelina received weird looks. Zariah knew what it must look like, their princess holding another princess captive.

Evangelina was looking at a pair of boys throwing spells at each other, their trajectory at each other’s heart. Edelinians were the only race in human kind to have magical blood running through their veins.

Zariah’s thoughts drifted off to her memories before the Craeston king destroyed her kingdom. Zariah had both her parents and her older brother, the heir to the kingdom. Her family was the most powerful in the world. Their magic was stronger than the entire citizens of the kingdom combined, that was the reason the Craeston king killed the Edelinians, they were a threat to him. It took them by surprise when the king of Craeston marched to her parent’s room, in the dead of night, and killed both of them in their sleep. The Craetonian king’s wife, Queen Maria, murdered her brother in the same way. Zariah was the only survivor.

Thousands of Edelinians died that night. The palace was also burned to the ground. Without a monarchy, the kingdom was in chaos. People died more and more as the years grew. When Zariah finally came out of her hideout, most of the Edelinian population was dead. Here they are now, with only 2000 Edelinians.

The biggest catastrophe was that Edelinians came to her for help and refuge, the only heir to the throne of Edeline. Zariah didn’t know what to do then

Zariah took Evangelina to her hut. It was a rather poor place for a royal to live, but it was the best right now. Her roommate in the hut was the custodians of the maids and servants at the palace. She was the only survivor from the palace that Zariah was fond of, she is a motherly figure to Zariah after her mother got murdered.

There were two bookshelves in a corner, they both looked like it would fall apart any second. Zariah made it herself, she wanted to keep the books that she managed to save from the fire. Zariah wanted to memorise everything from before the war, the books that was her father’s bought lots of memories.

Zariah treasured every single memory before the war. The most memorable memory that she had was when she and her brother were working on a project to show their parents. Her brother was the projector. Zariah was the creator. The materials that they needed was only on subscription, so they both had to go to their parent for the equipment.

Zariah shoved Evangelina in the hut and closed the door behind her. “So, princess, there is a few questions that I would like to ask you.” Said Zariah, menacingly

“What do you want from me? I will not participate in your rebellion to the King of Craeston if that’s what you are asking.” Evangelina said.

“Ask you to join my rebellion? Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t need a damsel in distress to make more work for me.” Zariah said with a laugh, then made her tone more serious “Where were those guards taking you?”

Evangelina chewed on her lip. “Well?” Zariah demanded. “If you don’t answer me, I will kill you just like your worthless guards.”

“They...” Evangelina said, unwillingly. “They were taking me to Craeston, where I am supposed to wed the Crown Prince. It will make the alliance between our two countries stronger.”

Of course, the two kingdoms would marry their heirs to make their alliance stronger. That was a smart move. Well, not anymore. The non-anymore future Queen of Craeston was right here, at her mercy.

“Your alliance is not going to be stronger now.” Said Zariah with an intimidating smile. Zariah slowly lifted her hands, as if she was going to throw a death spell at her. The princess gulped.

“Please,” Evangelina said. “Let me go. I will do anything. “

Zariah thought for a moment. “Anything?” she asked.

“Anything.”

Zariah cocked her head to the side and smiled. Boy, this was a great opportunity. “Alright. I will let you go,” she said. Evangelina’s shoulder relaxed. “Once I let you go, and you arrive at the palace, you are going to kill the Craeston Royal Family.” Evangelina stiffened, her eyes as big as a cows.

“I-I cannot do that. I will not do that! They are my soon-to-be family!” Evangelina cried hysterically.

Zariah frowned, and her eye brows drew together. “I will murder you here, if you don’t, And I will make it very slow. Very slow” she said dangerously. “Listen here, princess. All it takes is one flick of my wrist to rip your head from your pretty little throat.” The princess whimpered. Zariah made her voice quieter until it was no more than a whisper, and she leaned head near Evangelina.” One flick. Do you understand?”

Tears slid down the princess’s face. She nodded. Zariah smiled. “Once you arrive at the palace, make the king and queen adore you. They will never expect it. If you tell anyone what you are doing, and I will know if you do, I will personally come after you myself.” The princess nodded. This was easier than Zariah thought. Evangelina was coward, she only cares for herself.

‘I will take you to the carriage tomorrow, and you will go by yourself to the place. I didn’t kill all your guards, I sent a few to the palace to tell the king that I will murder his family. Hah. He doesn’t know that his own daughter-in-law is going to kill him! When the king asks you how you got away from me, you will say that you got away from me at night and escaped. Kill all of them when they least expect it, preferably when they are asleep.”

Evangelina nodded, her hands shaking

Zariah clapped her hands together. ‘Wonderful!” Zariah exclaimed “You may sleep here.” With one last sadistic smirk at the Zindarian Princess, Zariah left the hut and stood outside, breathing in the night air.

Zariah smiled to herself. Evangelina is the perfect weapon to kill The Craeston Royal family. She could easily persuade people with her pretty looks. Now, the Craeston king can get the death that her parents got. Once he was dead, his kingdom would be in disaster. That is when Zariah and all the Edelinians could attack there. Even though Craeston had lots more people and they have an army, but each Edelinian could take out thousands of humans. Now she can avenge her parents and the entire Edelinian race. Revenge is sweet. Zariah smiled grew wider

Revenge at last.

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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seputarbisnis · 7 years

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Pesantren Kebakaran, Lima Kamar, Pakaian, Serta Barang Berharga Milik Santri Ludes

Diduga akibat arus pendek listrik lima kamar santri di Pondok Pesantren Badiattul Zariah di Kampung Pasir Santri, Desa Cimenteng, Cianjur, Jawa Barat, ludes terbakar, tidak ada korban jiwa dalam peristiwa tersebut. http://dlvr.it/PMcykz

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ibizcoach-blog · 7 years

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Hidup Ini Akan Lebih Indah Bila Bermanfaat Bagi Orang Lain

Sumber: https://ibizcoach.com/hidup-ini-akan-lebih-indah-bila-bermanfaat-bagi-orang-lain/

Hidup Ini Akan Lebih Indah Bila Bermanfaat Bagi Orang Lain

iBiz COACH : Ingat sahabatku, Hidup Ini Akan Lebih Indah Bila Bermanfaat Bagi Orang Lain.

Sebagian besar menjadi pengusaha sukses adalah impian setiap orang. Pertanyaannya jika Anda telah menjadi pengusaha yang sukses, apa yang akan Anda lakukan terhadap orang yang berada di daerah Anda. Di lingkungan Anda maupun di kehidupan sekitar anda.

Apa yang dapat Anda berikan manfaat bagi lingkungan sekitar anda? Manfaat itulah yang menjadikan hidup kita penuh makna dan berarti bagi orang lain. Menjadi manusia yang bermanfaat bagi lingkungan sekitar Anda adalah suatu kebanggaan tersendiri.

Pernahkah Anda merasakan indahnya dalam berbagi?

Misalkan Anda mendapatkan sebuah ilmu, setelah itu Anda ajarkan kepada orang yang ada di sekitar Anda. Beberapa tahun kemudian orang yang Anda ajari tersebut mengalami kesuksesan karena ilmu yang Anda berikan. Itu akan menjadi sebuah kesenangan tersendiri di dalam diri kita melihat orang yang kita ajarkan tersebut memperoleh manfaat dari ilmu yang Anda ajarkan. Selain itu juga, akan menjadi amal zariah bagi Anda setelah meninggal nanti.

Percayalah semakin besar manfaat yang diberikan diri Anda terhadap orang lain maka semakin besar juga rejeki yang akan Anda dapatkan karena di dalam Alqur’an pun Allah telah menjanjikan hal tersebut.

“Katakanlah: ‘Sesungguhnya Tuhanku melapangkan rezeki bagi siapa yang dikehendaki-Nya di antara hamba-hamba-Nya dan menyempitkan bagi (siapa yang dikehendaki-Nya)’. Dan barang apa saja yang kamu nafkahkan, maka Allah akan menggantinya dan Dialah Pemberi rezeki yang sebaik-baiknya.” (Q.S. Saba 34:39)

Oleh sebab itu manfaat yang kita berikan untuk orang banyak tersebut akan kembali kepada diri kita sendiri, namun alangkah buruk dan ruginya diri kita jika kita tidak berguna untuk orang disekitar kita. Bagi Anda seorang pebisnis yang sukses alangkah indahnya jika Anda bisa berbagi ilmu kepada orang yang berada di daerah Anda atau di lingkungan sekitar Anda.

Berbicara soal hal tersebut, kami iBiz Coach lembaga pelatihan bisnis yang telah berdiri sejak 8 tahun yang lalu dan alhamdulillah telah banyak membantu para pebisnis dalam menaikkan omset mereka. Kami dapat membantu para pebisnis di dalam menyelesaikan masalah yang dihadapi mereka.

Bulan Juli ini, kami akan menyelenggarakan sebuah Workshop Akbar yaitu TFCC.

Training For Candidate Coach, ditujukan kepada Anda yang senang berbagi dan memiliki pendapatan minimum 50 juta perbulan. Dimana dalam pelatihan itu kami akan ajarkan Anda bagaimana menjadi seorang perwakilan untuk menyalurkan ilmu kami sesuai dengan daerah Anda masing-masing.

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