“That doesn’t mean we can’t try,” Rachel knew that her voice sounded whiny, but she didn’t care. “I mean, if you’ve lived through on break up you’ve lived through them all. As for the dying thing, you’ve survived this long, haven’t you?” “Lived through…” Dean smiled and shook his head, looking away from her. That was an interesting choice of words because if she was around Sam and Dean, there was a good chance that she wouldn’t live. He would get her killed like so many other people, forget him staying alive. How much blood was he going to let be on his hands? Yet, he couldn’t tell her no. He wanted her. He wanted to be happy. Why couldn’t he be happy for at least a little bit? If it got too dangerous, he would break it off. “Dean, if you don’t want to, just tell me. It would be better than us both pretending that nothing is going on,” Rachel got to her …show more content…
They needed to talk about what they were doing, the rules for dating angels and all that, but honestly too much had happened today to do that. I mean it was the first time that they kissed, no need to start talking about the ins and outs of it right now. Castiel might have just been caught up in the moment of it all. It might not happen again. As soon as that thought came through her head Castiel leaned forward and kissed her, lightly this time. It was lacking the heat and passion of the one in the closet, it was soft and hesitant. Somehow, that set her body more on fire than the other one had. Every part of her body started to tingle, even though Castiel was treating her as if she would break at any moment. So careful, so sweet, so delicate. It took her breath away. “If you two are going to start making out, I can find another room to have a concussion in,” Connor said after a few moments. “I hate to kill the mood, but I’ve almost been killed today and if no one is kissing me I would rather not see
I looked up at Gabriel from the grass. I never actually got to inspect the full extent of his features. His dark brown hair was tussled and looked as if he had been running his fingers through it from stress. His green eyes resembled emeralds. He had a bit of muscle on him, but he wasn’t too broad shouldered. You could see a small rose tattoo on his upper bicep. He wore a dark green t-shirt and jeans. He was definitely handsome, and all his features complimented each other.
“Oh you noticed!” Rachel said trying to be coy, “You looking pretty sexy today too babe!” she then wrapped her arms around his waist and pecked him on the cheek.
Castiel will only come for Dean because he is in love with him. In season seven episode one Castiel has become God. “The first action Cas takes as Godstiel is to smite a preacher rallying his flock against homosexuality” (Flutiebear). He says to the preacher and the people attending church that “God doesn’t really care that much”.
Kat confesses she’s been there and Levi kissed her. Just as quick, she points out Jakes ongoing affair with Angela. Jake denies it.
The desert sun beats down on her as she runs. She has never had to run like this in her life. She is fast, but they are faster, and it’s only moments until they realize she is gone.
Friday Evening Alaric occupies a familiar stool at the Grill; a sulky, raven-haired vampire beside him, filling him in on recent developments. “So apparently this Elijah asshole is one of the originals, and Klaus is the original, original.” “So, old then. And apparently hard to deal with.” “Right. Too hard,” Damon gestures with his drink, nearly sloshing amber liquid onto the bar top. “And Katherine says Klaus needs Elena because she’s from the ‘Petrova’ line?” “Because she’s The Petrova Döpleganger. Whatever the hell that means.” “Ok, there’s something I don’t get here though. Rose, I kind of understand giving her the benefit of the doubt. She’s done nothing to indicate duplicity here. But Katherine? Why should we believe anything she says?” “It jives with what Rose knows, and explains why she was so keen on getting to Elena in the first place.
"Rachel!" Franklin says. He kneels beside her and craddles her in his arms. "Are you okay? Why would you do something like that? I'm so glad your alive."
The hallways always seemed to have a chill around this place. The cold, crisp, and synthetic air the roamed through the interior of the Venator Class cruiser (fig. 1) felt better than naturally produced oxygen of a planet. Too hundreds of thousands of clone soldiers, Venator Class cruisers were home. After being in countless battles, the cruiser known as The Providence had become a well-known vessel amongst the outer rim territories. This cruiser was what CT-2532 called home. CT-2532 was just his rank number, he preferred to be called Jex.
“That certainly would” she said sarcastically, not returning his kiss. He moved to the stairs, took a deep breath and boomed “BRIAN ARE YOU UP YET!!!” as laud as he could,
Some time ago there was an 18 year old girl named Angel, who possessed many talents that were not known to human beings. She had the talent to control everything with her brain as well as her physical being. But like any other gifted kid she was oblivious of her talents. Her mother ,Teresa, however knew all about her but had passed away when Angel was only three years of age. Angel had then moved in with her uncle and was destined to never know who she was until the day came when all was suddenly shown.
In Christina’s vast, shadowy and handicapped world, there was nothing that seemed to make her feel as free as she would ever physically be able to, which was to sit on her doorstep, and soak in all her surroundings. She had developed a sense of oneness with nature. But this was not enough to pacify the yearning for freedom. Although she always saw the glass more than half full, it was still empty, and nothing seemed to fill up the hollow patch.
To tell you anything about this game, we must start from the beginning. It all started with a war. It was a war between humans and monsters. The humans wanted the monster’s land so they could expand and own everywhere. It is never told where this story takes place, but I have been told to assume it is in the Rockies. The monsters lost the war and were forced back into a mountain, where they were sealed away forever. Anyone could get in, but no one could get out. It was told there was a need for seven human souls in order to break the spell, and all the souls of the monsters in the underground and ruins would only equal to one soul. The humans had something the monsters didn’t, a thing called, “Determination”. Years passed and the underground evolved, making an entire world beneath the earth.
The Creature That Opened My Eyes Sympathy, anger, hate, and empathy, these are just a few of the emotions that came over me while getting to know and trying to understand the creature created by victor frankenstein in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. For the first time I became completely enthralled in a novel and learned to appreciate literature not only for the great stories they tell but also for the affect it could have on someones life as cliché as that might sound, if that weren’t enough it also gave me a greater appreciation and understanding of the idiom “never judge a book by its cover.” As a pimply faced, insecure, loner, and at most times self absorbed sophomore in high school I was never one to put anytime or focus when it came time
Who am I? I am Number 17. I am a treasured daughter of the One True King, and a child of two precious parents. I am reserved; I often find myself being the most content when I am alone, studying, reading God’s Word, or thinking. I love to think and orchestrate my plans. I can find myself thinking so far into the future that my head will start to pound, resembling a heartbeat. When I feel like my brain is writhing, throwing itself against my skull, I then have to remind myself to release my immediate and far off future, to The Lord. I am the girl who constantly has to remind herself to rely on Jesus and His plans for my future. When I do this, the headaches melt away. My pulsing, discerning brain finds its home inside an olive skinned head with
"I heard every thing you fainted and started talking. If I have to die then my only wish is to have your one last kiss," she said in a fit of tears a hiccups.