《Nightmare | Dream ✔️》𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗
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"Excuse me," A girls voice rings out from behind me and I spin around, a small smile on my face. Clay and I had been hanging out for hours and were currently walking down the street together talking about everything and anything that comes to our minds.
"Oh hello," I say meeting the girls eyes. She's taller then me by much, maybe a head or so shorter then Clay and that's saying something. She has pretty inky black hair and eyes that are the same shade. She has three girls with her who seem to be looking at me in awe which makes me panic internally because I'm not ready to show my face yet and if they know who I am it will probably be easy to identify who Clay, the boy next to me, is.
"You look like Wilbur Soot," She blurts out sounding kind of confused and I smile a little, wondering how I will pull this off. Clay grabs my hand, rubbing small circles on my knuckles with his thumb.
"I'm sorry," I tilt my head to the side a little and the girls seem confused. "Who is that?" I ask trying to keep myself from laughing because that is my brother.
"Oh, he is a YouTuber," The girls friend explains while the first girl studies my face. I smile innocently and she returns the smile, thankfully falling for my lies which I feel bad about. I need to protect both of our identities though.
"And a Twitch streamer." The other friend adds in and I nod a little waiting for them to continue.
"Oh," I shake my head no. "Still, I'm sorry."
"Well anyways," I look to Clay as the girls keep talking and see that he is giving one of them a look. "You are really pretty." She says and I give her a thankful smile.
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"Thank you so much, you are too." I smile happily because she is really pretty. "Bye," I giggle a little and start to walk away back Clay grabs my hand quickly.
"Hey," Clay calls out for the girls and they all turn back towards us. "Hold on." He says and we walk over to them.
"Hello," The tall dark haired girl smiles at him, slightly confused but his attention isn't on her.
"I'm sorry but did you take a picture of my girlfriend?" He asks, a look across his face which is enough to scare anyone. The girl he is staring at looks at the ground, guiltily and I feel my heart drop. "Exactly," He says and I can feel the anger that is radiating off of him. "Do you mind deleting that for me?" Clay asks harshly and the girl pulls her phone out, fumbling around with it before Clay takes it from her hands, asking for her password which she quickly gives to him.
"I'm sorry," The girl squeaks and looks up at him as if a thought hit her, "Are you," She starts to ask but we all know the question so he gives her a quick glare. He takes my hand and leads me away from the girls, not wanting to turn back.
"Did we just meet," The first girl asks in pure shock and I peek over my shoulder to see that they are all in pure shock.
"What just happened?" The other asks in shock and I don't blame her. All I know is that they got a picture with my face in it and I don't want that.
"Thank you," I say and bury my face in his chest once we are far enough for them not to see us. "Thank you so much," I whisper and he plays with my hair, holding me tight to him.
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"It's nothing," Clay whispers, continuing to play with my hair and I sigh. "Do you want to go back?" He asks and I nod slightly, gripping his hand as we start to walk off.
When we get back to the flat no one is home which is odd, I was sure George and Will would've been home by now but they may be out getting content or something along those lines.
"I need to help George code our next video," Clay mumbles and goes through a backpack that had been abandoned on the ground earlier this morning. I yawn a little tired and Clay chuckles a little, pulling me over to the sofa with him. I lean on him but he shifts me so I'm laying in his lap so he can code the video.
I watch silently as he types away on his laptop. It makes nearly no sense to me because I haven't gotten as far as he is with Fundy's help. He plays with my hair some and I bury my face into his chest to keep him from seeing my face because I am surely blushing more then I should be.
"You ok?" He asks and I look up at him to see that his bright green eyes are off of his screen and on me. I nod a little and he gives me a smile before going back to what coding while I yawn again, snuggling closer into him feeling warm and safe with him holding me. "Your brother is going to be home soon I think." He points out and I hum not paying much attention. My heart beat speeds up but he rubs my back, wrapping us in one of the throw blankets his attention on both me and his project.
"What are you and," I yawn again, tired from the long day even though I had been asleep for a while last night. "What are you and George working on?" I ask and he clicks a few more buttons as if he were finishing a thought.
"We are working on a video where," He starts to explain and I nod a little as he goes into further description. Eventually my breathing slows and I cuddle into his chest some more before falling asleep.
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8 129Reminiscence
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8 150My life is ruled by my character stats
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8 61A Beautiful Nightmare
When someone's past come back it shall always haunt him in a tireless noisy dream...or is it a nightmare we meet? ∆ After the death of her parents, Aerial runs away to Luna into the heart of darkness where wolves, mythical creatures and monsters prowl in the shadows of the Sacred mountains. On her run, she meets a power lurking and controlling the deep secrets hidden in the heart of the forest. But what happens when that power was passed among her? Luna, the land of stars, has fallen on to great misery, people been hunted by the unknown darkness, the stars dulled from the war. But what happens when the crown passes her faith to Aerial?
8 81Let me go!
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8 78After Treason [BOOK ONE]
Twelve years ago Remo Kipling led a rebellion against king Avalon, causing the bloodiest treason in Alexanderia's history. Moira, exiled from the Mage Academy, and Eclipse, a panther entrusted as her guardian, stumble upon a terrible secret. Kipling lives. Worse yet, he has a deadly plan. Caught between her duty to protect the Innocent and her distrust of the Order she serves; she is forced to face her nightmares, self doubt and the corruption of the Alexanderia's Royal Court in order to protect her friends from Kipling's furry. Zack Dawson, Captain of the Alexanderian Knights, is not only the youngest knight in the army but the deadliest. His regimented life of right versus wrong is all he knows. But when Moira drags him into her plans his world shifts, from black and white to a dangerous grey. Can he uphold his honor and virtue or will the magic in his sword turn him into the monster he fears he is? Will both of them survive the monster haunting their nightmares or will they succumb to the darkness. Author's note: Not a sequel to A Thief's Wager.
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