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Prussia x reader new nanny part 1Prussia x reader new nanny part 1
[Name] drove to her new job, she was 21 with bright [e.c] eyes and [h.l] [h.c] hair, she hummed softly as she drove and in came the view of the city, her eyes sparkled.
I stared at the lights of the city, they shone brightly
"cool" I mutter and drive to my new job, a mr.Ludwig Beleshmit had hired me to watch his brother Gilbert, I guess from the details this kid was pretty idiotic, knocking on the door I wait.
"hallo" there in front of me stood a tall man with slicked back blond hair and bright blue eyes.
"hi urm are you Ludwig Beleshmit?" he nods
"ja" he takes me in
"I'm the new nanny for Gilbert" he cracks a small smirk and seems o snicker a little and lets me in.
"Gilbert! get in here!" he yelled
"ja bruder?" a man asked, he was albino and damm he was sexy
"Gilbert meet your nanny, nanny meet Gilbert, theres a list on the fridge back in a few hours if he missbehaves spank him" he says and leaves the room, I blink then it cloc
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 3
Salt Lake City, Utah- Three Weeks Earlier
Early in the morning the stagecoach approached the entrance to the 1890 Utah State Fair in Salt Lake City, carrying underneath it dozens of mice from Green River and other towns it had stopped at along the way. The Mousekewitz family rode together in the long train car-like seating area installed beneath the stagecoach, sans Tanya who was riding in a separate car with the school band and Mr. Ironside, a mole who taught at the town’s schoolhouse. Fievel had asked if he could ride with his family instead, and had his school-issued violin in a case under his seat. Accompanying the Mousekewitz’s were Olivia Flaversham, practically inseparable from Fievel as usual, her father Hiram, Tony Toponi and his daughter Aisling. Vartan Mookian rode in the other car with the band, he played the oboe, taking to the instrument rather easily due to it‘s similarity to the instrument he‘d learned to play in the Ottoman Empire as a ki
Christmas Card Mystery Chapter 2
2 Chestnuts Roasting…
The chauffeur made sure to take the scenic route, taking the girls past all the best San Francisco sights as the sun rose on the city. For Tess and her mother, it was a return home, a sentimental journey made perfect by new friends to whom to show their world. For Charity and the other girls, it was an eye-popping new adventure. The Golden Gate. Alcatraz. And especially for Charity, a swing past Candlestick Park and AT&T Park. Even a girl who thought PNC Park in Pittsburgh was the greatest place to watch a ballgame was impressed. But as the sun rose, so did the limo out of the city into the hills beyond, gated communities and manicured estates, until finally the mid-morning sun shone on ornate stone ramparts to an exquisite wrought-iron gate. There was no name on the gate, but Tess and Mrs. Vandiver’s beatific smiles announced the name as clearly as if it ha
Your Guardian Angel Ch. 2: Angel of the LordThe crickets chirped loudly tonight, the moon shined brightly high above as the neighbor's dog howled at it's beauty. It has been a very long and stressful night, but the town's drunk whistled in glee as he cooked tonight's dinner in peace. For once he was actually pretty satisfied with the outcome of his meal, the sweet aroma filling his broken home. After years of hard work, he gained a bit of extra money from the recent job he did, and decided he deserved a special treat and cooked himself a real meal as a reward. None of that old cook-under-three-minutes type of food crap. It wasn't anything too extravagant, but it was better by a mile than the crap he usually eats and it caused his mouth to just watered at the sight and smell as he served himself.
"Bon appetite ya' old bastard."
He turned to take his seat in his favorite recliner knowing a marathon of Happy Days had his name on it was just about to start in a couple of minutes. A tall human figure appeared before him in a blink of
An original story~Asfin: Ch. 2
Torches. The Asfians have torches. Why would they have torches? There's daylight. The only two reasons for torches are to see or to burn. There is not reason to burn our capital. We did nothing to them. Except for Nathan hitting that Asfian guy.
A group of men, marching towards us with red and black chariots behind a man. The shining color of Asfin. Red for blood, and black for bravery. A man emerges from the chariots, he walks up gingerly to us.
"Do you see that?" the Asfian man said. He was tall and was dressed like a roman warrior. He was pointing to the dead civilian on the ground. The pale face of person sent a cold shiver down my back. His eyes were wide open, like he just saw something frighting.
"That will happen to you if you do not cooperate with what I am about to say" said the man. He had a very angry look in his eyes. I know he wanted me to die. And I want him to die too.
" You filthy Menoians will work
I wake promptly at 7am to the blaring HONK of my alarm clock. I can tell my mother is already awake, because I can hear and smell coffee brewing and the faucet running. I roll out of bed, pushing the white comforter back in the process of standing.
In just royal blue PE shorts and a black tank top, I head out across the hall and into the kitchen to greet my mother. Even though it’s quite early, sun shines brightly through the windows that scatter the sunroom and spill into the kitchen. I sit across from my mother at a small round table, as she clicks away on her laptop without looking up at me.
She looks a bit greenish, and tired as she briefly looks at me.
“Are you ready to start your third year of high school next week?” She asks unceremoniously as she turns back to her laptop almost immediately. It’s too early for me to use my words, so all I do is grunt unenthusiastically.
I rest my head against the woo
The Disappearing Act: Chapter 1
The Disappearing Act
A.N.: This has been out for a few days on TheHurtOffical's journal but I'm just now getting around to posting it on my account. I've had a lot going on with family and this week was my boyfriend's birthday so we're doing his party today. I'll try to get at least one story up this weekend but I can't guarantee nuthin. Haha. Anyways I hope you readers enjoy the story. Its going to be one sick and twisted story I think.
I'm writing this story along with :iconTheHurtOffical: so you can find him and the information for his character Ryan Cross on his profile. The Illusionist is my character.
Part 1: "The Illusionist"
I admit that it was out of place for me, but right now my demon didn't care. It wanted blood, and it wanted it now. I stalked a group of three girls as they walked along the street. They were swooning and stumbling, laughing out and joking. I stayed close enough to them so I couldn't loose them as I kept an eye out for when to strike. I
An original story~Asfin: Ch.3
"King Tentu" I called. I want to know if were going to war. Me nor Nathan can't go to war with only our call. I need to know if we have permission to engage war on the Asfirians. I really do not want to go to war with them because they have much more powerful armor and weapons. We were once united as on nation but then they rose to power and told us to live in a small corner of the island. That created a major war and out kind was almost extinct.
I hope this time we wont lose.
"YES!" Tentu yelled. I was at the first floor of the Nation hall and he was on the third. "I need to talk to you about something!" I yelled. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs to the right of me. As he walked down to me, "yes Elie?" he asked. "I need to talk to you about the incident with the Asfirians"."Ah yes, those annoying Asfirians showing of their red and black striped armor, flag, and chariots. I really hate them for putting us here. We should have half of the island!"
Invalid IdentityLost. Empty. Clueless.
Have you felt like this?
Not knowing who you are.
I lost myself.
I lost who I was.
Now, I'm battling against mystery.
All for the sake of retrieving my memory.
My story in exchange for misery.
I'm a sinner, I'm a damned, I'm a nobody.
Time stopped. Time paused.
Time reversed. Time was fast.
I could no longer keep up.
Or was it all just in my head?
I don't know.
Once, I started waking up..
In different bodies.
I have forgotten who I am.
Nor how, when, where or why.
I don't know which is the real me.
I don't know who I really am.
What am I fighting for?
Is this my fate?
Or is it reality?
Is it a curse?
Is it just a dream?
or is my identity..
WHO AM I?
Invalid Identity [Who Am I?]
is another original story of mine.
This story will be filled with lots of COMPLICATIONS,
QUESTIONS, RIDDLES, MYSTERIES, ACTIONS,
GORE and BLOODY STUFF.
However, I'm a hopeless romantic in writing
novels like these so ROMANCE will never leave
Anyway, as I said, it's mor
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