SiriusBlack101

   A/N: Hello there =3 If you can't tell, I'm giving Ichigo a break and writing a few Star Trek Reader Inserts =D So, yeah... Onward~             You sigh as the bartender slides another drink to you, running a hand through your (H/L) (H/C) hair. Another crappy day and another crappy breakup, just your normal routine. You aren’t sure why, but you seem to attract assholes like flies and they never stop pestering you. Speaking of which…           “Hi there, gorgeous.” A man practically purred as he slid into the seat next to you. You narrowed your (E/C) eyes in a glare, hoping to dissuade him but, of course, he was s

Chapter Seventeen It was like when Peter had left on his quest, except now he was not there and Hanell stood with the family this time. They stood outside the castle, from the left they stood Hanell, Duncan, Lira, Hevel then Broderick. They had heard earlier that day that Beralas’ army from Strathlos were a few hours away. And now they came pouring through the outer gates, the people of Curtelen lining the streets to see them. They all wore strange looking helms, all finely decorated and with small wooden tusks curling at the front. Many of the soldiers carried banners of blue and green all colours of the eastern Dosea. All of the men

----------------------- Glamour Night - Sweden----------------------- Heart Of Stockholm sounds good... (Name) eyed the given card carefully, as she slammed it on the table. "Heart Of Stockholm is my choice." (Name) said proudly. "Berwald will serve you tonight, (Name)." The Norwegian said, as he poured himself a glass of Bloody Mary. "Haha, Sve, she's all yours!" The Danish bartender laughed, slamming his hands on the bar table, making the {H/C}-haired female flinch. "Mhm." Is all that came as a reply from the stoic Swede. (Name)'s {E/C} orbs averted towards the Swedish bartender, who just took out a bottle of Punsch. As he examined i

"Have you heard?" your best friend said, a gloom scary aura emitting from her. She had her face ducked down and you could see the big grin and her eyes hiding behind her glasses. Ooooh boy… another scary story. "Just tell me." you said leaning on the palm of your hand. You were in class and it was break time, and your friend just loved to freak you out. She snickered, "hehehe…. Well, it is said that in this particular school, a veeeerry bad person walks around." You raised an eyebrow, "continue," tapping your table impatientlt. "This person is said to be really old, and he's actually a student here. No one knows how he got in