Lilith smiles as she knew something that would bring Mameo around without to much trouble. Her right hand reaching up as she pulls down the top of her dress as she reached out grabbing Mameo head. It was not to attack him but to pull his face into her naked cleavage so she could rub her nipples on his face. "Then how about I give you something that is from my forbidden garden. You know my body is the thing of wants and can give you everything that you need for pleasure." Lilithmon smiles as she frees his head from her breast as she walks over to a large pair of demonic looking doors. Mameo could see that on the other side was a large bed much bigger then any single person could ever need for them self. The grinning demon lord soon walks into
She heard shuffling behind her, and all of a sudden she was flying through the air and it all went black. Little did they know I was watching the whole time. What do I have to do with this situation, you ask? Well, I am in charge of this scheme after all. I start laughing out loud to make my presence known. “What did I tell you Alvah?” I asked, a deadly smirk had plastered itself onto my face. “I told you to bring the girl to me,” I started, running towards his frightened face. “I told you to bring her to me, not kill her. That was my job!” I shouted, grabbing his neck. “T-T-Thánatos,” he stuttered, struggling to get out of my grip. I drop him to his feet and take off my glove. He stumbled, trying to regain his balance. He stared me right in the face and touched my hand, he then turned to dust. “Death! My name is Death!” I smirked, then vanished into the night, seeking my next victim who dares to go into the forbidden library, and makes preposterous deals with the
Art Spiegelman’s graphic novel Maus unfolds the story about his father Vladek Spiegleman, and his life during the WWII. Since Vladek and Art are both the narrators of the story, the story not only focuses on Vladek's survival, but also the writing process and the organization of the book itself. Through these two narrators, the book explores various themes such as identity, perspective, survival and guilt. More specifically, Maus suggests that surviving an atrocity results in survivor’s guilt, which wrecks one’s everyday life and their relationships with those around them. It accomplishes this through symbolism and through characterization of Vladek and Anja.
Why do you want to go to Asmsa? Why leave home for this school? Is it even the right place for you? All of these questions I have heard be asked before, by my parents, my friends, even I ask myself if this is the right choice, but every time I hear it, I have the answer ready. Of course Asmsa is the right place for me, not only is the school I’ve looked forward to going to since the 7th grade, It is the type of school I’ve always needed to put me in the mindset for learning. The school is a community of learners and full of people who want to achieve, to do more than just graduate, to be more than just valedictorian, and to ask the questions that most wouldn't even care about. The staff at Asmsa is also very educated in the fields they teach, so any and all questions you may have they can answer and don’t teach “for the test,” so to
This first bout with sexuality was certainly a grotesque one, and one which, perhaps, helped fortify his resolve not to experiment with sex for years to come. Haze reacted to the incident on different levels. Before watching the "show," he was filled with curiosity. So badly he wanted to view this "EXclusive" show. After glancing at the body, he first thought that it was a skinned animal. When he realized what it was, he at once left the tent, ashamed, and perhaps frightened of the object before his eyes.
“She put her arms around me, one hand on my chest… ‘That’s why you’re here!’ ‘I...’ I didn’t know what to say. Not yes, but not no either. I couldn’t see much of her, we were standing too close. But I was overwhelmed by the presence of her naked body.” (Schlink 24)
became jealous and decided to avenge her fate. Lilith partnered with the devil and took the form
The Godfather is most notably one of the most prolific films of its time. This "gangster" film displayed many transformations of permeating color to give the viewer observable cues in its mise en scene that drew one right into the movie. The dramatic acting set the tone of the film with a score that lifted the viewer right out of their seat in many scenes. The directing and cinematography made The Godfather ahead of its time. The nostalgic feel of family importance and the danger of revenge lets us into the life of the Mafia. Even though no other techniques would have given the viewer a feeling of inside the mob like the mise en scene of the power the godfather held, the characters are reinforced literally and figuratively because the story views the Mafia from the inside out, and the cinematography of the film gives it a dangerous and nostalgic feel.
...are pulled into the Egg of Lilith, as she watches over it in a motherly fashion. In this role, Lilith is the mother giving birth to a new creation.
Maybe it was her exotic cinnamon-colored skin or maybe it was her yellow, green, and white checkered shirt, either way Laticia should’ve expected the stares. Sighing, she sets down the top hat open-side up and pats her fluffy corgi on the head “Just another day of work isn’t it Fofo?” Fofo only responds with a lick on her hand causing Laticia to smile tiredly. Turning away from the lazy corgi Laticia picks up her unicycle and hops on cycling back and forth to keep her balance. It’s a slow day it seems with only a few coins dropped in the hat in 3 hours; on days like these Laticia regrets ever thinking she could make it solo as a street performer.
With my luck, if I turned you I'd be all set with your bossy bint ways and none of your sunshine. Come on love, let's step off it. Not gonna happen like that, you know." Pulling his mouth into a small smile at her, he still barely met her eyes. Her eyes. Wouldn't do to have 'em glow yellow. They glow enough as they are. Hazel and full of life. That's all. Buffy was still staring up at his jaw from her position, waiting for him to finish his thoughts. Bossy. "Slayer...pet, in my day dreams, evil day dreams of turning you, it was all from a place of big nasty. How if I did it, I'd finally be able to wrack your nature, dirty your white hat. How deeply satisfying it'd be to have the rats in the Watchers' Council watch a Vamp Slayer turned Vamp. It wouldn't be you, love. It wouldn't be Buffy. My thoughts on it, anyway. Satisfied, yet, love?" He finally looked to her, her face,
"Look what I found." Lorelei laughed softly as she felt Violet's body react, saw it on her face. With patient glee, she continued to toy with the little button, the slickness of Violet's juices making the passage of her finger glide effortlessly in the doing until she felt the lord's daughter begin to move against the rhythm. Then she stopped and waited until Violet's eyes opened and gazed into hers. Only then did she withdraw her finger and bring it up to her lips to taste as she had the
George headed back home to gather his things. He was digging through his desk drawers to find the money he had stashed years ago in case of an emergency. That’s when he found the leather-bound journal. He totally didn’t know who it belonged to how it got there so he decided to open it and saw his wife’s name written on the very first page. George immediately closed it and put the leather journal back because he didn't want to waste any time, then he noticed that a small note had fallen out of it. The note had the name “Lilith Simon”. George practically knew everyone in the village and he was certain that this Lilith person wasn’t from around here. He carefully turned the note around and saw a map drawn that lead to a small village about an hour away from the village that he was at and the note had the present day's date: May 27th, 1964.
She walked into the hunter=s lodge alone, covered in exotic and rare furs shaking off the snow, feeling her body chilled from the winter winds. As she removed her stoll, she revealed a golden bronze body kissed from the sun that shimmered in the firelight. Her leather corset was cinched tightly at the waist. Her thong was made of the finest deerskin and melted into her like a second skin. It was soft and supple against her toned thighs and smell of the leather aroused her. Her body fevered from the enticing aroma of the soft leather kissing her heated flesh. The snow was still falling outside, the fire crackled in the hearth as it warmed the spiced wine for the guests. As she entered, the room was filled with the essence of desire. This lodge was one of her favorite places in the mountains, especially in winter, offering quiet respite and comfort among the guests.
...then closed up the place with flesh. Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man. (New International Version)