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His Brown Eyes Ch.3: Searching - B10k3. SearchingHis Brown Eyes Ch.3: Searching - B10k by ~Darianella
Crash!
Devlin shot up in bed, panting and covered in sweat. Throwing off the suddenly-too-heavy covers, he slipped out of bed, flinching as yet another bolt of white lightening lit up his room.
Boom!
Thunder shook the base once again, causing the young black-haired boy to jump again. If there was one more thing he hated, it was storms—their anger reminded him too much of his father, their violence his rage, their spontaneity his temper. He shivered. There was no way he would be able to fall back asleep tonight.
Still trembling slightly, he decided to make his way to the bathroom, needing a splash of cool water to d
Wings of the Knight Ch. Eight - YJ Chapter EightWings of the Knight Ch. Eight - YJ by ~Darianella
The fog was so thick, so dense, so heavy. And, yet, it was strangely comforting; like a hefty wool blanket wrapped around a shivering body in the winter. It blocked out everything, keeping him safe, protected; free of pain, absent or worry. At the same time, though, it was a nuisance, hindering him from the basic necessities of life like seeing and feeling. It had been drilled into his brain from such an early age that a keen awareness of one's surroundings was the key to survival—to success—and it bothered him to no end that such luxuries were not possible through the weight. Unnerved him. Everything was fuzzy&
His Brown Eyes Ch.2: Haunted- B10k2. HauntedHis Brown Eyes Ch.2: Haunted- B10k by ~Darianella
…Devlin…?
…Devlin, honey?
"Devlin…?"
"Go away, Kenny," Devlin mumbled sleepily, rolling over and covering his head with his blanket. There was a snort from the side of his bed, and he quickly realized, even in his groggy state, that it was not his adopted brother standing in his room. "Kenny…?"
"Guess again, short stuff," a rather pretty female voice replied. Devlin flipped the bedspread off his head and peered at his guest, his eyes widening when he saw that it was Gwendolyn.
"Uh… Hi, Aunt Gwendolyn," He greeted rather shyly.
"Your mom sent me to come get you guys for breakfast," she replie
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