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Tara Teller

The Siren and the Wolf- (Moved to a New Link)

“What did you see on the video?” Mishka asked in a whisper. She could not keep her curiosity to herself. She needed to know even before dinner. “We saw Myrtle call the cat into the nursery and then she fed it a live rat. She wasn’t even afraid to hold onto the rat by its tail,” Gillian responded. *** While Mishka Classens practices her singing in the woods one afternoon she runs into Bruce Cameron, a handsome, famous fashion designer. When she confides in her friend, Gillian’s mother about the meeting, Joan tells her that Bruce is an estranged cousin of Joan’s and that he is a werewolf. So, Joan wants Mishka to keep Gillian away from Bruce and keep the family secret, but Gillian already has a crush on him. Bruce wants to be a normal human because his human family does not accept him as a wolf, but he also loves his unusual powers and diverse creativity. Eventually he and Mishka confide in each other about their burdens in life and become close with regular meetings in the woods, where they exchange creative ideas about fashion and music. They also plan to do shows together. Myrtle, Mishka’s bossy grandmother is an undercover fortune teller. She had a premonition about Mishka being involved with a werewolf one day, so she wants to orchestrate Mishka’s life so that this will never happen. She almost has a heart attack when she finds out that Mishka is involved with Bruce. She tries everything in her power to split them apart. After a series of weird and bad events, Mishka and Bruce find out that Myrtle is causing the problems in their lives and in their relationship. They decide to join forces against her by confusing her spells, making them powerless.
CharlotteP_Lambert · 56.8K Views

Eternal Flame (Am I The Villain?)

"I don't believe you." I answer him with unusual calmness, trying to convince him that I know that he's just spewing bullshit to see me go crazy and that this is all just a sad, sinister joke. This can't be true. "In fact, why should I believe anything you say?" Although I'm starting to question everything, he doesn't need to know that. He just smirks, looks too proud of himself, and begins to walk backward, away from me. "You don't have to believe me, darling. You'll see for yourself, soon. Very soon." It sounds much like a promise of the unknown future that they stop my mind on the track. Goosebumps spread all over my hands and the back of my neck. A bad premonition clouds my heart. What do you mean, soon? And how does he know? No, wait. What's with him? Is he a fortune teller too, now? Am I supposed to believe his words, no question asked? The fact that I'm considering any of his words is enough proof that I'm indeed going insane. And maybe I'm a tad bit desperate to find answers to all of this mess that's my life from the past few weeks. He knows, and he's taking advantage of it. I'm not sure how he knows, but I'm pretty annoyed that he could sway me easily with a few words. I need to stay the hell away from this nuisance. Just as I'm about to turn around and forget what he says, he decides to say something that I will remember long after my journey begins. "In fact, never believe in anyone, Elena. Not even The One's above." the last word he says before he turns around and completely disappears from my sight. His words leave me puzzled and speechless. I don't know what to think anymore. All of this new information only furthered my confusion. If any of what he says turns out to be true, then what's the meaning of this? I don't know anything anymore. But I know what I need to find out first. What in the world am I?
nocommonsense13 · 110 Views

Eternal Flame trilogy (my original work)

"I don't believe you." I answer him calmly, trying to convince him that I know that he was just spewing bullshit to make me go crazy, that this is all just a sad pathetic joke. This can't be true. "In fact, I don't believe anything you've said to me." I say more to try to convince myself, although I'm starting to question everything, but he doesn't need to know that. He just smirks, looks too proud of himself and begin to walks backward, away from me. "You don't have to believe me, darling. You'll see for yourself, soon. Very soon." It sounds much like a promise of the unknown future that they stop me on my track. Goosebumps spread all over my hands and the back of my neck. A bad premonition clouds my my heart. No, wait. What's with him? Does he think that he is a fortune teller too, now? Am I supposed to believe his words, no question asked? The fact that I'm considering any of his words are just enough prove that I'm indeed going insane. No, he is insane. And maybe, I'm a tad bit desperate to find answers to all of this mess that's my life these past few weeks. And he's taking advantage of it, I'm not sure how he knows but I'm pretty annoyed that he could sways me easily like this. I need to stay the hell away from this nuisance. Just as I'm about to turn around and forget what he says, he decides to say something that I will remember long after my journey begins. "In fact, never believe in anyone, Elena. Not even The One's above." are the last word he says before he turn around and completely disappear from my sight. His words leave me puzzled and speechless. I don't know what to think anymore. All of this new information only further my confusion as it is. If any of what he says turn out to be true then what's meaning of this? I don't know anything anymore. Only one thought clouding my mind. What in the world is going on?
nocommonsense13 · 3.9K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 680.9K Views

Kelahiran Kembali Sang Manusia Serigala

"Kita akan bertemu seribu purnama lagi, Cintaku. Tapi tentu saja Kau akan menemukanku dalam raga yang berbeda, tunggu aku," begitulah suara jiwa cinta sejatinya. "Jika kita tidak bertemu dalam kurun waktu seribu purnama, maka Dewi Bulan telah mengubah takdir kita. Kau bebas memilih penggantiku di sisimu," serigala itu melanjutkan pesan terakhirnya yang cukup panjang. _______ "Rachel, I love you," Danique mendekatkan bibirnya ke wajah Rachel. Rachel membeku di tempat, ini seperti dejavu. Ia merasa seperti pernah mengalami kejadian ini sebelumnya. Berada di lift berdua bersama Danique dan lelaki itu mengajaknya berciuman. "TIDAK, INI CUMA MIMPI!" teriaknya. "Mimpi? Ini nyata, Sayang," Danique memundurkan badannya karena kaget oleh teriakan gadis itu. Benar-benar membingungkan, Rachel pernah mengalami ini tetapi di dunia mimpi. Ia terbangun waktu itu karena melihat sesuatu yang ganjil di dada lelaki itu. Rachel menggeleng dan memegang dahinya. "Mengapa, Sayang? Pusing?" ucap Danique dengan lembut. "Tidak, minggirlah," Rachel menggeser kakinya menghindari Danique. Lelaki itu berbahaya, mulutnya manis dan lembut tetapi isi otaknya tidak mungkin tidak berisi kebrengsekan. "Ada yang salah denganku?" Melihat tingkah Rachel, Danique semakin bingung. Baru kali ini Ia melihat Rachel pucat pasi, bibirnya memutih dan sangat ketara karena menggunakan lipstick yang tipis. "Tidak, hanya saja Kau berbulu," racau Rachel sembari masih memijit keningnya. "Hah, berbulu? Enak saja, aku tidak berbulu. Apakah Kau pernah melihatku melepas baju? Sini kuperlihatkan dada telanjangku," mendengar tuduhan Rachel, Danique mengotot. Danique melepas kancing jas hitamnya tetapi seketika dihentikan oleh Rachel. "Hei, mesum! Apa yang Kau lakukan? Hentikan!" Danique hanya tertawa, Ia pun mengikuti gadis itu keluar lift dengan sedikit lega. Sedangkan dalam hati Rachel, masih terpatri beberapa pertanyaan tentang kejadian di lift. Ia pernah mengalami itu dalam mimpinya, Ia masih ingat padahal sudah sembilan puluh lima tahun berlalu. Dalam mimpi tersebut, Rachel berteriak lantang karena menyadari apa yang Ia alami hanya mimpi. *** Mahaya Liliana 2 Juni 2022
MahayaLiliana · 68.1K Views

My roommate's always flirting with me

Tara couldn’t believe her bad luck. Out of all the people looking for a roommate, she ended up with her boss, Selena. Selena—known for her sharp wit, enchanting looks, and a rumored history with a few past coworkers—had a reputation as the office “temptress.” Watching Selena move with that effortless allure, Tara silently vowed to keep a safe, respectful distance. But on the very first night of living together, that same untouchable boss ended up sleepwalking… right into Tara’s room, wrapping herself around her with surprising softness and refusing to let go, nestled into Tara’s chest as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Keeping her calm, Tara gingerly extricated herself, stepped onto the balcony, and drank a full glass of ice water—despite the frigid winter temperatures. “She’s straight. You’re just roommates. Don’t even think about catching feelings,” Tara told herself, hoping her resolve would hold. But Selena seemed determined to ignore any “distance.” After dodging yet another one of Selena’s friendly but borderline flirtatious invitations, Tara found herself cornered in the underground parking lot after work. Under the dim lights, Selena’s eyes sparkled with a hint of red at the corners. “Are you like everyone else? Do you hate me?” she asked, her voice tinged with unexpected hurt, a stubbornness that was oddly… sweet. The usual polite words Tara had on hand somehow lodged in her throat. Flustered, she stammered, “No… I’m just scared I might fall for you.” Selena had a secret: she was totally smitten with the company’s new intern. There was something about Tara’s quiet warmth and that little spark of defiance that pulled Selena in. So much so, that Selena willingly traded her comfortable apartment for a cramped 700-square-foot rental—just to be closer to her crush. She even went out of her way to “accidentally” create situations that would draw them together. But her darling intern remained unmoved, cool and reserved, her demeanor bordering on chilly. When a close friend pointed out that no one wants to room with their boss, saying, “Living with your boss just feels like working overtime every night,” Selena pouted but couldn’t deny it. Resting her head against Tara’s shoulder, Selena couldn’t help but think, Too true… I do have her working ‘overtime’ every night.
Writerszai · 19.4K Views
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