Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Three
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"What?" I said, and then he pulled the trigger.
I yelped and ducked as fast as I could, and heard something hit me. I then realized I was fine, no bullet holes in me. Oh my god, I'm fine! TABRA! I jumped up to my feet and saw Tabra staring at me.
"Are tu shot?" I asked him.
"No, you?"
"No. Where is the doctor?" I dicho and saw someone else in the corner of my eyes.
I turned and saw a man about my height, which is like 5"9' ontop of the doctor, knocking him out with a puñetazo, ponche to the face, and took the gun from his hands.
"Are tu guys okay?" He asked.
"Yea," Tabra and I dicho in unison.
"Are you?" I asked him.
"Yea. I came to see Tabra, he worked with me in the Death Clan of the Fallen, and I heard he was stabbed." The man said.
"How?" Tabra asked.
"You know Marcee?" The man asked. "Well, she works here. She's the receptionist."
"Marcee? Really? Wow. So, do tu still work for Haus?" Tabra was glad to see him, whoever he was, but he was cautiously at the ready.
"No. I quit, and the others who quit formed an alliance. We are not known as a group, we are just The Alliance of Good, if tu must tag a name to us." I laughed.
"And who is this?" He asked Tabra.
"Cydnee, this is Jerek. Jerek, this is Cyd, short for Cydnee."
Jerek took a step to me and extended a hand my way. I took it, and we shook hands. "Nice to meet you." He said.
"Nice to meet you, too, Jerek." I dicho and he smiled.
This was going to get interesting, I can surely tell tu that.
Volume Three
BuffyFaithfan1
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[FOUR]
"What?" I said, and then he pulled the trigger.
I yelped and ducked as fast as I could, and heard something hit me. I then realized I was fine, no bullet holes in me. Oh my god, I'm fine! TABRA! I jumped up to my feet and saw Tabra staring at me.
"Are tu shot?" I asked him.
"No, you?"
"No. Where is the doctor?" I dicho and saw someone else in the corner of my eyes.
I turned and saw a man about my height, which is like 5"9' ontop of the doctor, knocking him out with a puñetazo, ponche to the face, and took the gun from his hands.
"Are tu guys okay?" He asked.
"Yea," Tabra and I dicho in unison.
"Are you?" I asked him.
"Yea. I came to see Tabra, he worked with me in the Death Clan of the Fallen, and I heard he was stabbed." The man said.
"How?" Tabra asked.
"You know Marcee?" The man asked. "Well, she works here. She's the receptionist."
"Marcee? Really? Wow. So, do tu still work for Haus?" Tabra was glad to see him, whoever he was, but he was cautiously at the ready.
"No. I quit, and the others who quit formed an alliance. We are not known as a group, we are just The Alliance of Good, if tu must tag a name to us." I laughed.
"And who is this?" He asked Tabra.
"Cydnee, this is Jerek. Jerek, this is Cyd, short for Cydnee."
Jerek took a step to me and extended a hand my way. I took it, and we shook hands. "Nice to meet you." He said.
"Nice to meet you, too, Jerek." I dicho and he smiled.
This was going to get interesting, I can surely tell tu that.
10. Never use English around him – instead, bark.
9. Call him a el espacio heater.
8. Tell him that perros make good pets, not good partners.
7. Ask him if he has RSVPed to the wedding yet.
6. Inform him that real men sparkle.
5. Walk up to him and claim tu have imprinted. Say tu amor him and demand his paw in marriage.
4. Tell him that even though he may run at a boiling 108.9 degrees, Bella doesn’t find him hot.
3. Inquire as to how Leah is… and if he dreams about Sam the way Leah dreams about Bella.
2. Ask him if he likes to do things… doggy style.
And the Number One way to annoy Jacob Black?
1. Make him a day-by-day flip calendar, counting down the amount of time Bella will remain human.
Source: link
9. Call him a el espacio heater.
8. Tell him that perros make good pets, not good partners.
7. Ask him if he has RSVPed to the wedding yet.
6. Inform him that real men sparkle.
5. Walk up to him and claim tu have imprinted. Say tu amor him and demand his paw in marriage.
4. Tell him that even though he may run at a boiling 108.9 degrees, Bella doesn’t find him hot.
3. Inquire as to how Leah is… and if he dreams about Sam the way Leah dreams about Bella.
2. Ask him if he likes to do things… doggy style.
And the Number One way to annoy Jacob Black?
1. Make him a day-by-day flip calendar, counting down the amount of time Bella will remain human.
Source: link
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I want to congratulate tu all for making such awesome and great fanfiction. So it must be said, so everyone can read about you're fanfiction :-)
I read most of the fanfiction (allot actually) myself and i just adore them i sometimes print them out and start lectura them like a book, it's really amazing that people are still so broad-minded :o)
*****To all fanfiction writers out there continue the great job and don't ever stop :D lol and to the people who want to start a fanfiction on there own, good luck and enjoy what tu write :D*****
I feeling really bored right now, so i guess i thought about all of tu guys/girls :D
I want to congratulate tu all for making such awesome and great fanfiction. So it must be said, so everyone can read about you're fanfiction :-)
I read most of the fanfiction (allot actually) myself and i just adore them i sometimes print them out and start lectura them like a book, it's really amazing that people are still so broad-minded :o)
*****To all fanfiction writers out there continue the great job and don't ever stop :D lol and to the people who want to start a fanfiction on there own, good luck and enjoy what tu write :D*****
Golden brown eyes, like hardened syrup in a pool like shape of a continuance lifetime of some burdened sadness.
Lifeless he is, like a beautiful statue, numb to the world around him.
Only the silent whispers of feeble minds he hears.
The red seductive toxin running through their veins, of which he hungers for… his ‘own personal brand of heroin’.
His thirst for normality is torturous to his eternal, tormented soul.
A secret torture for this masochistic lion,
This old face holds many secrets, some unable to tell but all not forgotten.
Lifeless he is, like a beautiful statue, numb to the world around him.
Only the silent whispers of feeble minds he hears.
The red seductive toxin running through their veins, of which he hungers for… his ‘own personal brand of heroin’.
His thirst for normality is torturous to his eternal, tormented soul.
A secret torture for this masochistic lion,
This old face holds many secrets, some unable to tell but all not forgotten.