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Masks II: 8

CHAPTER 8: Pedro contemplated his short conversation with Zecklin. He didn't rest that night, for a pang of guilt had whacked him. "Stop fooling the Princess." That rang in his brain. He didn't think going with Reina was bad. Maybe he did fancy her but he wouldn't have the in depth feelings he had for Serrian. He had to set things right. He needed to tell Reina that the kiss meant nothing, that there was nothing between them, and that all of this was a misunderstanding. They were friends, only friends. It would forever remain that way. Even though she would not accept it. The next day, he left for Stephano's. His mind was set on ending

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Mercy Currently I sway at the mercy of the wind, Bounded by the chains and the sorrow from within. Have I had enough? Isn't this a bit too far? It doesn't even matter, because all this trauma leaves a scar. Sadistically you laugh, and I cower in my shame. Somehow this is pleasing, my tears always satisfy. 'Dear,' I hear you say, and I shake at your deep voice. Then you drag me far away, into a deep frightening void. Silently I pray that you will disappear. Still you bound me in these chains with your finger on my chin. Have you had enough? Don't you think it's the limit? Now, you lock me all away, crying hard as my teeth grit. How can you

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Masks II: 8

CHAPTER 8: Pedro contemplated his short conversation with Zecklin. He didn't rest that night, for a pang of guilt had whacked him. "Stop fooling the Princess." That rang in his brain. He didn't think going with Reina was bad. Maybe he did fancy her but he wouldn't have the in depth feelings he had for Serrian. He had to set things right. He needed to tell Reina that the kiss meant nothing, that there was nothing between them, and that all of this was a misunderstanding. They were friends, only friends. It would forever remain that way. Even though she would not accept it. The next day, he left for Stephano's. His mind was set on ending

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The king was Duke Atticus, he had no shame, no guilt, no suffering or pain. But a town's maiden, his servant, stole his heart. Her name was Rillianne. Sadly, his servant wanted him dead. One morning she poisoned his tea but he refused to drink. He may know my plan, I think. Mid afternoon she came, saw him on his bed, shocked the king, Duke Atticus was already dead. He has died of my poison! She exclaimed in her mind, she knew it was a different home she should find. Oh, what great woe she had, because he was already gone she thought her life would be full of bliss. Not knowing, the sinister king is the one she would miss. ~ His only sis

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It was afternoon. Lee couldn't stop thinking about Yuri… Maybe his crush turned to an obsession… Perhaps. "Yuri…" He said in his mind. He was walking and he noticed she was there with a puppy. He's been planning to tell her how he feels but never had the guts… So this was his chance. "Y-Yuri?" He called as he walked over to her. Lee noticed his face getting warm, developing a blush. "Oh, hi Lee." She grinned. okay, this is my chance… As he walked closer he smiled at the puppy, he bent down. "Who is this little fella?" He asked. "Well, I saw him and he couldn't leave me alone. He realized the

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The feeling of hurt The feeling of pain Why have you abandoned me and You leaving me this way It ain't right Neither is this fight Because you're the Father You said you would not leave me Coming before is the thing to make it right This night is the night your holding my hand But am I holding yours? That's all up to me It's crazy why I'm saying this It's all because of him And when I say "Him" I mean Satan The one who kills and destroys The Love The Happiness And The Joy I know not to question He's tempting and controlling me Give me your compassion and your strength To employ, The winning of the battle and the sin

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Mercy by tinkerbell137, literature

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Mercy

Mercy Currently I sway at the mercy of the wind, Bounded by the chains and the sorrow from within. Have I had enough? Isn't this a bit too far? It doesn't even matter, because all this trauma leaves a scar. Sadistically you laugh, and I cower in my shame. Somehow this is pleasing, my tears always satisfy. 'Dear,' I hear you say, and I shake at your deep voice. Then you drag me far away, into a deep frightening void. Silently I pray that you will disappear. Still you bound me in these chains with your finger on my chin. Have you had enough? Don't you think it's the limit? Now, you lock me all away, crying hard as my teeth grit. How can you

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-Prologue- MASKS

-Prologue- "You don't fancy any of the men that came, Princess?" Andrew sighed. He stood behind the princess as he combed her soft red hair. "You have to get married soon. This castle isn't your fortress forever." "Andrew I'm frustrated at all your efforts in getting me a husband. I'm not pleased with any of the men; I rather stay the way I am now." He placed a clip into her hair and continued to comb," Why does mother always persist on making me marry someone? Don't I have a choice to make?" "Hah, Princess this isn't a democracy. You do what she says until you have a kingdom of your own. Then you c

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I was under my basement, putting all my pictures, all my letters and... a book telling about my old self into a wooden box. I closed it, opened the hatch in the dirt ground, and then put it inside the hole. I spat in the hole and locked it. I began walking around the dusty room, only lighted by a very dim lamp, when the door... closed and clicked, I was locked in. I turned back, wide-eyed. I ran to the door and started to push, my attempts were futile. I began to breathe rapidly trying to calm myself down. This time I pushed the door with my shoulder and a jerked back in immense pain. Who got inside my house? How did he get the key to lock i

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No, utter sense

"My king, the war has gotten too far." Leo bowed in reverence to his master. The man on the throne looked down on him, insulted at the fact he questioned his decisions. The atmosphere was filled with deafening silence as the butler waited for the king's reply. "How so?" The king raised a brow at the young man. "If I may, your majesty," He rose from the ground," I have disturbing news that may overcome you with grief." He looked down, sweating nervously at the fury he knew the king was having at this moment. "What is it?" The king replied with a worried tone, perhaps knowing what the man would say next. "The king of Margaritari has sworn

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The king was Duke Atticus, he had no shame, no guilt, no suffering or pain. But a town's maiden, his servant, stole his heart. Her name was Rillianne. Sadly, his servant wanted him dead. One morning she poisoned his tea but he refused to drink. He may know my plan, I think. Mid afternoon she came, saw him on his bed, shocked the king, Duke Atticus was already dead. He has died of my poison! She exclaimed in her mind, she knew it was a different home she should find. Oh, what great woe she had, because he was already gone she thought her life would be full of bliss. Not knowing, the sinister king is the one she would miss. ~ His only sis

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