《Adam and...Jonah?》Chapter 2
Advertisement
Jonah entered my house while smiling. God i love that smile of his. He sat on my bed and started to get comfortable. He always wants my hoodie, and he won't actually try to sleep if i wont give it to him. I've have many thoughts about him. I feel like he is the one, the one who i want to be together forever. His hair, his face, he is my reason to still believe love is a thing. I loved Jonah since we started to have a more deep connection. I don't know if he feels like this about me too, but as long as he's happy, i am. Jonah put on my oversized hoodie on him. He slept in my bed, with me. He always finds a way to look attractive even when asleep. He was really tired, so he immediately tighten up his body to mine in a wierd cuddling position he liked and fell asleep. I stare at him for a bit. I thank whoever is up there, i thank them for the blessing they gave me. Jonah's hugs make me feel some sort of wierd warmth and good feeling i can't find words to describe. I wasn't really tired like him, so I decided I could take a look outside the window next to my bed, while letting him get his needed sleep. Jonah's hand was pushed gently on my chest, while his leg was bent and delicately rested just under my pelvis. I have never felt this kind of happiness since my mother's death. The next morning we wake up, obviously late to school, but we didn't care. Jonah is a really sleepy person, and wants me to lay next to him. I can't deny I like it. I like him. I planned to confess my feelings tonight, I would take him somewhere far away from all our problems and talk with him about this. At least if he won't feel the same, he will like the place and will surely forget about it. I want Jonah to never leave, I want his hugs to last forever, I want to feel his breath every night, I want to witness his both beautiful yet annoying laughter at every stupid thing I say forever. No one means this much to me as he does. I can't live without him. Oh Jonah, I don't either know if you're my medicine or my disease. But I surely know you're my drug. The one that can't be taken away from me in any sort of way. I will love you forever, not even death will do us apart.
Advertisement
Advertisement
- In Serial18 Chapters
Riposte
Noël is known across the city of Portland—and not by choice. Under the care of the richest man in the city and just transferred to a new high school, she's already making close friends... and bitter enemies. A chance encounter on her first day plunges her headfirst into a secret underground tournament. Between suspicious classmates and utter strangers, Noël soon gets a taste for the addictive rush of the duel, but questions of love and trust complicate every move she makes. Cutthroat games with grim consequences await her in a shadowy world of competitors all dueling for the greatest prize imaginable. A new story from Etzoli, that one butterfly who writes things. This is a side-adventure I've written during the pandemic, as I've been having a lot of trouble getting into the correct head-space for writing my main series (The Last Science). Expect some rougher bits. Schedule is sporadic, but this will be a shorter one (closer to Snipe or Epilogue in length). I hope you enjoy it! Full-size cover art [Discord] - come hang out and chat sometime with etzy and other readers!
8 169 - In Serial9 Chapters
Contract from the Abyss
Let me tell you something: I'm an opportunist. As long there is some kind of demand there will be jobs. I do everything to survive in this painful land. Of course I won't tell you now because it may turn some heads away after all, but I will say if you ever fall to the bottom, you'll do anything and sacrifice most to scratch the top.Come and let me tell you my story...
8 70 - In Serial38 Chapters
The Mythfits - Books 1 & 2
The key was never supposed to be seen again. It was destroyed after a group of mythical warriors locked away the embodiment of darkness. So, when the key reemerges in present-day New Orleans to an easy-going college student named Aidan, a group of what goes "bump in the night" comes seeking it intent on condemning the city to a “Purge” style curse. As if supernatural slammers, malevolent monsters, and hellish hexes weren't enough, Aidan discovers he and his friends are reincarnated from the original group of mythical warriors. Is history repeating itself or are ancient and deadly secrets from the past ready to reveal themselves? A pinch of primordial evil mixed with a fist full of Fat Tuesday and it's a recipe for one hell of a party.
8 190 - In Serial14 Chapters
Chronos Rose (The Rising Of The Shield Hero x male reader)
A certain man lives a normal life with nothing unusual happening around him, although is it going to stay that way?
8 191 - In Serial53 Chapters
Dungeon of books
Jacob when rip from his world by radiation sickness, and brought to nothingness. Finds himself wandering into a world of magic and wonders. Yet when he arrives in that world he finds himself as a book with the power to create Demi-planes. With this newfound power to create worlds inside books he gets classified as a dungeon, well he was a dungeon, but now the people recognize him as a dungeon. Plus, is there any good adventure without the chance of death? So then why would Jacob baby the experience of exploring his Demi-planes? Yeah, sure, he may be slightly insane from the nothingness, but that is for another time. Yet, If anyone wants to take away his creation and passion, he will do far worse than just killing them would. The earlier chapters in the story have yet to be rewritten, and just from this brief stunt so far I have improved by a mile and more. So don't be surprised when you see the worst grammar of your life in them. But I must say I am terrible at grammar but amazing at coming up with a story. The minimum word count is, 1250 My schedule is really all over the place, so don't expect consistency. I will at least post 2 chapters per week. Cover art brought to you by kingdedede11
8 253 - In Serial62 Chapters
Ink and Tears
Poems I wrote with a bleeding pen and a bleeding heart. Pages soaked in tears and words I write while being ripped apart.
8 231

