"¿Cuídate si?" Me dijo despidiéndome la doncella de Mondstad en la puerta de la ciudad, Noelle la candidata a caballero. "Claro" afirmó, ví a Bennett entrar herido con una sonrisa junto a Fischl, "creo que tú preocupación debería acercarse a Bennett, el tiene aún peor suerte que yo". "Oye, al menos yo si completo mis encarg...
Recrutamento -- Parte I Nota: Esta é uma história que tem violência e temas sensíveis baseados no cenário de Vampiro: A Máscara, inicialmente voltada para a Seita Sabá Luana era estagiária em uma livraria na Sistina. A cidade ainda tinha essas lojas, mas ela sabia que seus dias eram contados. Afinal, com a Internet e vários conglomerados, era difícil manter...
Esta é uma história de modo de jogo, para ter uma melhor experiência ativem o modo de jogo. Cada personagem tem seu próprio ramo de história e eventos, mas para alguns precisa avançar com outros personagens. Esta é minha primeira vez escrevendo desse modo e futuramente pretendo adicionar a possibilidade de alterar o nome do personagem principal. A história t...
Chapter 1: The Red Rose of the Shadows Count Gonzalez De Lama was striding the narrow street with urgent steps. You can tell by the funny dance of his thick moustache that he was angry. It was not very wise to speak with Count De Lama when you see his moustache dancing. He entered the Tavern of the Big Rooster and caught sight of his two men sitting on a ta...
Rosalind was nervous; it was the first time she had ventured out into Paris alone. She took a hackney to the jewelers, and paid the coachman to wait for her. The merchant's shop gleamed with gold, silver, and gems of every color, all flashing in the sunlight. Mme. de Chartes sent her there to pick up some jewelry, a gift for her debut at court. Rosalind's li...
My wife, Mary and I are rock solid. I don't need to worry about her cheating, and god knows, I never would. It's not just bluster. I, much to my own personal disgust, in my first marriage, had cheated. That's not why the marriage ended. I don't think she ever knew. She never confronted me. I sure as hell never told her about my affair. I might not be all...
It was two days after the ball. The Duke de Nemours was playing court to Princess when Mme. de Chartes arrived with her daughter. Rosalind had dressed a little negligently, as one who has been ill does. Her face carried that glow of youth and vigor which betrayed her lie. Mary kissed her cheeks. "You look so pretty Rosalind, that I can't believe you were in...
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Her sense of mischief and dominance rankled with a feeling she could not quite control as Miss Hunter led her prize by his shiny new collar and white leash on to her bedroom. She was eager and he had a job maintaining any sort of dignity on all fours as she led him like a lamb to the slaughter. Though he had pleased her well a short time ago, she was very mo...
*De-De-De-De-Deep* *De-De-De-De-Deep* *Click* I gently pressed the large red button atop my alarm clock to stop the annoying racket of those high pitched beeps. Sitting up I began to take a look around at my surroundings, Beige wallpaper spread across the walls, the odd video game poster stuck on lazily with some blu-tack. Letting out a small sigh I swung my...