Chanyeol sat back in the smooth, leather seats of the Audi A8 taking a heavy drag of the Purple Kush. The Indica filled his lungs, and he held it there letting the relaxing properties start to course through his body. He needed this, after that tense meeting just now with Makoto and his men, Chanyeol needed to shake off the events of the night. He turned up the music, the heavy bass of Mobb Deep flowing through the car. This song would forever be his anthem. Shook Ones was a classic and you couldn't tell him any different; fuck Tyler the Creator, this is where it was at. Taking another drag, he spewed the smoke through his nostrils and leaned his head back against the rich leather of the seat. He thought back to Korea, he thought back to his …show more content…
After a pause Chanyeol knew his answer, and walked backwards a few steps in respect, but his father's voice stopped him. "I wouldn't even send you if I thought he was innocent." Coming out of his reverie, Chanyeol sat up in the seat listening to Jongdae. "What are you thinking about?" Jongdae spoke, his voice light. "Nothing. Just speculating." Another drag and he was certainly feeling it now, his head getting cloudy. "Yea right." Hand over hand, Jongdae turned the wheel turning down another street. "I'm serious." Chanyeol smiled at his oldest friend, earning a head shake from Jongdae. The square jawed man sighed. "The sooner you speak about it, the sooner we can talk, make a plan and be done with it. You know I hate procrastination." Chanyeol groaned. "Fine. I'll tell you. We had to sit up in that damn meeting for so long that Chick-Fil-A is closed. why do they close at 10? All I was thinking about is getting me a chicken sandwich and drizzling Polynesian sauce all over it." "Sometimes I hate you." Jongdae answered, stopping harder than necessary at a red light. Chanyeol jerked forward with a laugh. "You
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
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
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I was hoping you and your friends could solve that mystery.”
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.
I burst through the front door of the quiet country home, shotgun in hand as a monster of a storm let loose with a waterfall effect outside. The house itself looked abandoned, all the lights were out, and a layer of grimy dust covered everything.
I woke up one morning to the sun shining on my face through the stingy, old blinds. It was 7:40am, I had class at 8. I pulled the covers back, jumped off the top bunk and grabbed my toothbrush, than ran to the bathroom. I looked like a mess when I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a fresh new zit staring right back at me in the mirror, I thought to myself of course, just what I need. I was stressed, I had a big test in bio that day, and I was already on a time crunch. Minute by minute kept going by and I was still trying to get all my stuff together when Madi walked in at 7:52 to walk to class with me. I wasn 't ready, I felt like my whole world was going to change because I was going to be late for my Bio test.
You heard your ringtone suddenly go off, disturbing the quiet of your bedroom. You felt really lousy that morning so called in sick at your job and you didn’t get out bed all day. Except to go to the bathroom to throw up. You didn’t know what time it was but you didn’t move to answer your phone. It was all the way on the other side of the room and you really didn’t feel like moving when you didn’t have to. Just as the ringing stopped and you tried to go back to sleep, you had the throw up. In your haste to run to the bathroom you didn’t register the fact that your phone went off again.
“Urgh!” I groaned as I nonchalantly tossed my rent bill after seeing the amount due. The bill slide underneath my bed, “ Oh my goodness” I said annoyed. This was the third month in a row I was going to have to ask for an extension on my rent payment, I could hardly buy myself food, and ontop of that college was getting pretty expensive.
There are many factors that can rapidly change the chances of harvesting a whitetail deer: the moon, precipitation, time of day, or wind to name a few. When all of these variables fall into place, the likelihood of getting that shot is dramatically increased. There is one other influence that can greatly change a hunt--patience. I have always struggled with grasping the discipline it takes; if you can find such discipline, it alters the entire game. There is one story in particular that stands out in regards to patience. There is a buck that that has interested me for over 3 years; he has eluded me on many occasions, causing an exceeding amount of frustration and anger. I call him Albert. Albert is a 6 year old mature
Alonte’ was running to the pool. He jumped in with both feet and moved water with his hands. He looked up at his brother. Then walk out of pool and climbed up ladder with his left foot first then right. He sat the top the slide and watch Jayden go down the little slide first into the pool.
Chapter One: Crimson rain, a mysterious girl appears! The rain pelted down in torrents, stinging like hornets against the skin of the figure that rested beneath the golden glow of the streetlamp, her teal eyes trained on the crumpled piece of paper that she held as she tried to read the numbers through the rain smeared ink. House number 280.
What happy days they were the only really delicious days she had ever enjoyed, and how quickly they were over And then her discovery of the penalty she paid What anguish of that journey to the South, that long journey, her sufferings, her constant terror, that secluded life in the small, solitary house on the shores of the Mediterranean, at the bottom of a garden, which she did not venture to leave. A little farther on the road passed beneath a clump of trees, which hid a few houses, and they could distinguish the vibrating and regular blows of a blacksmith's hammer on the anvil; and presently they saw a wagon standing on the right side of the road in front of a low cottage, and two men shoeing a horse under a shed. "Take the road to the left, close to the inn, and then go straight on it is the third house past Poret's.
"We need to meet him at another secure warehouse. He won't tell me why the plan was changed, but I need to go meet him. So, I have a question to ask you... Do you want to continue being under his control?"
The Haunted A whole village went to sleep the normal way in their own homes only to wake up the next morning all of them in a field outside the village, what happened? It all started when my friend Coco was playing with a ouija board and what my friend jack had asked is, “what can you do”? It said “go to sleep and you shall find what you seek”. So when we went to sleep we woke up in that field, it was so cold and dark, I couldn't see anything it was pitch black so we had to walk the whole 20 miles back
“Oh my! I’ll call the exterminator first thing in the morning, dear. How awful that that happened to you!” Mrs. Ketchens stood on her stoop and made a sour face at her visitor. “It’s really, OK, Mrs. Ketchens.