J'étais amoureux d'une femme méchante mais je savais qu'elle était si méchante que ça, chaque matin quand je parte au jardin public pour aider les vieilles parents. Elle s'amuse à faire des publicités toute déshabille au lieu de me faire à manger, un jour en rentrant du jardin public je le trouve déshabille entre de dansé sur des Brésiliennes, j'étais complètement choqué moi qui croyais que ma femme, en étant une femme mariée elle pouvait pas faire du mal au téléspectateurs en montra sa nudité

Everyone experiences some downfalls in life; yet the first one is the hardest to get up from. Miller had been able to overcome whatever difficulty had come his way all this time. However, this great obstacle that confronted him was incomparable to anything he had encountered before. His self-confidence was shattered. The fact that there were even more powerful ones than this creature on Earth made his entire body shudder. He softly bowed his neck and turned around to left the room helplessly...

Such tasty food I crave To eat along with some lays. I pop open a bottle of soda, Pour in the cup full of ice. While I drop some salsa, Turn on the heat for the rice. Stir it till the crispness of the chicken starts to show. I pour the food in the bowl, Chow down till the bone. I eat and drink the the best of the best, Now is time to take a rest. I have no idea what I wrote but enjoy

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

The scattering of bones can tell a story. Not this story; but the story of whether a storm is coming, or what direction to travel. For a 17 year old solitary druidess, orphaned from a slain empire, they could tell whether she'd have enough food to eat tonight. Fragments of deer bones skittered across a circle drawn in the dirt. She tossed back her red hair and pressed her lips together. Fresh boar tonight, but also, the danger of a bear loomed. She mounted her steed to track her prey.

His gaze turned downward. She was rather petite and dainty. Delicate, if you will. She had a slender, curving waist, which was much more than many Roman women could boast. He took her all in. She was pure and had spirit. He could already feel fierce protectiveness for her. He would make sure no harm befell her, for she would surely be a welcome temptation to many of his men. She was still a child though, hiding her delicate side behind a paper wall, keeping her natural smile under lock and key.

A man who lacks purpose distracts himself with pleasure.

Dark and dull eyes, pale skin, rotten to the core a beast of no remorse. Stands high before the knight on a silent stand still with one thought in mind "Revenge".

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Riggs shoved his arm off and stopped walking for a second and just stared at him. Lake felt uneasy as he stared at himself in the goggles of Riggs’ face mask. He could feel his eyes burning a hole in him so he awkwardly looked away and put his hands behind his head.  “Yeah, that’s a good way to die,” Calista said with a laugh. “He’s not the touchy type of person.”