love in change
give it a chance make a little dance, with that passion and dance. live alil be yourself, lack the hate contemplate the love that is walled in with the darkest sins like someones bins. be youself no one else, the music with in the tune to the bin. live...
What Is There Left To Say?
What is There Left to Say? ...
Enemy, Chapter 4
But there was also hatred in those green eyes, and i knew her response before she opened her mouth. "do it your own damn self, wolf."
Taste of Fire: Thoughts of Hatred
I may be built of hatred, but forgiveness is not beyond me._ _come, come to me my creators! we shall be reunited once more. the song of silence may continue with us. sleep eternal, seek nothing, know nothing._
Chapter 236 Crushing Hatred
(This was written early just to give you guys a taste of what's to come. Written by Soven.) Ember yawns loudly and lazily stretches out her arms. "Morning, honey." Shes says, stifling the yawn. Snow leans over and kisses her cheek. Ember responds...
Casual Hatred Flung This Way
Casual hatred flung this way
Chapter 23 - Hatred
hatred filled those deep, crimson orbs, and arion's skin crawled as he stared into them. arion opened his muzzle, wanting to apologize or say something, but his mouth felt dry and words seemed impossible.
A Death Knight's Tale
hatred. this is what she woke up to... the first thing she saw? darkness. she could feel hard stone underneath her. cold. seeping into her bones. but the cold did not bother her... who was she? what was she doing here? she sat up, looking around.
Chronomancer Chronicles: The Burning Rebellion 1.0
It was not love that brought them together but hatred for a common enemy. incendius is rife with hatred. ruled by humans, the church of the tower has directed hatred towards the darkened for centuries.
The Darkness
You walk down a long, dark corridor. You look around at your, now, unfamiliar surroundings. You ask yourself; "Why am I here? How did I get here?" only to be treated by the bitter sting of the cold silence. You try to find your way, only to collide...
Scars of A Slaved Idler
Suffers which can't be recuperated perennial and undying pain sorrow, relentless, yet frightening suffocate anything in its way dead and daft foul also poisoning demanding vehemence of hatred and regret intend to victimize souls curse
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 22
Inside that hatred lay _relief_. if he could just find that black pool again he would throw himself in without hesitation. he would gladly drown in it! it was the hatred that could move his arms for him.