

Never Promised RosesIf hatred could kill and if inanimate objects could die then the small and carelessly wrapped package in front of him would have been completely destroyed. Hed have grasped it in his fists and let the Flames consume it except he desired his fathers approvalNever Promised Roses
He slammed his fist down on the table, rattling a few pencils and pens but mostly the package because of just how close his hand had landed beside it. Xanxus eyes flicked to the clock in his room, and he wished that the hour hand would twist itself back around just a couple hours before. They had slipped by and all the same he had been forced to endure them w


A Blue Colored RelationHe was late. That was the first thing wrong. He was late by ten minutes and fifty two seconds. The second was the fact for a dinner party, it was only three people (although right now two since a certain someone was late). It consisted of her, Timoteo, and what should have been his son. His son which as of now was eleven minutes and twenty three seconds late.A Blue Colored Relation
The Vongola IX looked around, waiting for the boy to show. His eyes lingered on the girl sitting across and he offered a pleasant smile to which the response was the corner of her mouth twitching. He certainly likes to make an entrance for himself, hm?


Happy BirthdayOne arm was possessively around the blonde boy's waist, hugging the shorter to him. He looked down at the rows of colorful treats, an annoyed look in his eyes. "Why are we here, Max?" Tala inquired, voice low and clearly stating he'd rather be at home. He continued looking at the various cakes and brownies and desserts with distaste. Sweets weren't his style, but unfortunately for him, they were his boyfriend's, though "style" might of been an understatement. With a sigh, Tala rested his head on Max's eyeing the colorful aray of unhealthy delights.Happy Birthday
"It's my birthday, Tala! You said 'I will take you to whatever place you wan
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She put pins in his smile.
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Freedom is not free. It was bought with the price of 3 nails, a cross and the blood of Jesus on a hill called Golgotha. Jesus is my savior, my defender, my rock and my strong tower. In Him I find rest, forgiveness, peace and most importantly salvation.
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Irony is the form of paradox. Paradox is what is good and great at the same time.
- Friedrich Von Schlegel
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Thanks for the watch. BD <33
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"What am I to this world if not but a shadow of someone else?"
"If I try to protect everyone I care about, who will protect me?"
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