LoligothRoseAngel

"Hm," you mumbled, under your breath. "I think this is the right house." One of your wealthier classmates from the DWMA was hosting a party. Apparently it was a big one, you could hear the bass from all the way down the street. You  were walking with your group of friends, which included Maka, Soul, Tsubaki, and of course, Blackstar. The only one missing was Death the Kid. You had no idea where Kid and his weapons were, and it was bugging you. Let's just say you had a bit of a crush on him. Okay, it was a really massive crush-you blushed every time he looked at you. And his eyes were simply gorgeous. Anyways, you were about to open the doo

I groaned as I threw another glance to the clock--4:36 AM and twenty nine seconds. Carlisle was late coming home, and I was getting anxious. I feel like an idiot, I sighed, looking down at the silk lingerie I’d bought last week. There really wasn’t much of a point to it now; I pulled it off and put my skirt and blouse back on. I crumpled the piece up into a ball and shoved it into the corner of the closet, frustrated. Carlisle and I never got to spend any quality time together anymore. He always worked the night shift, just when I wanted him most--when Jasper’s talent was spreading lust all over the house. And then he was alw

“Why not, dude!” “Kesesesese!  I didn’t know you actually liked this type of games,  _____!” “Ohnohnohnohnohn… little ______ wants to play pervy, oui?” “Oh, guys, shut up!!! I just proposed a game!!!” In fact, that was not an ordinary game. It was 7 minutes in heaven or hell. We all know the rules! You’ll be locked in a closet for seven minutes, with someone random, who you will random choose picking up the object they’ll put in a top hat. Who knows what will happen in there!!! “It’s settled guys! We will play this!!! ALRIGHT EVERYONE! PUT SOMETHING IN IGGY&

He loves me not, he says with blushing cheek. He'd rather die a fiery death than kiss A girl with zero sex appeal, a geek (he says it twice for extra emphasis). So why the constant stares? I ask. He lies. He hates the sight of me, he quickly shouts – Without the scorn his panicked oath implies. The dissonance contributes to my doubts. Alone one day, he smiles at me; I gasp. A joke? A lapse of judgment? Or perhaps A glimpse of truth at last within my grasp! I kiss his cheek and watch his walls collapse. A victory for me, like striking gold. For him, a death by kisses hot and cold.