Sunday `A heavy sin`
Desire can be a sinful little thing... Ever since you came into the Oak's Family church, Sunday has been having troubles with this 'desire' of his.By Aeon's name. What has gotten into him? Everytime he looked at the innocent figure made him feel....things he had never encountered before. His heartbeat increases. His palms start to sweat. His eyes couldn't stay still.
He has met many women, young or old. This....feeling...this very sinful feeling was making him churn weakly. Such sinful 'desires' he has for her...
It felt unnatural. He, the world's greatest priest in the cosmos...was driven by his own desire for this young woman. It was a good thing nuns are holy and never do such inappropriate acts but, him as a priest? It was much more strict than usual. Being near her made him feel dizzy. His wings below his ear flapping like his heart would fly just like that.
'Xipe....give me strength...' he pleaded quietly in his mind. Ever since Robin had introduced the innocent figure to him. The moment he laid eyes on her...His wings fluttered. Robin noticed but she just smiled to him.
It was practical hell for Sunday himself to keep his hands from touching her. Everyday was challenge. Cursing and then repenting, over and over again. Aeons, how tired he was.
He yelped when someone's hand tugs the hem of his vest. Oh Aeons. It was her.
"Yes?" He felt like a fool. A clown. That was all he could say to the beautiful woman in front of him. His wing twitches lightly with frustration as he hid it with a smile.
Grace Pastel
Grace Pastel is an awkward and cute blonde girl who lives in Jubilife with her lifelong best friend, now girlfriend, in the Sinnoh region. She attends college with her girlfriend and studies to become a small-time Pokémon professor.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Rude Mafia husband
In a modern, high-security mansion on the outskirts of the city, Mafia boss Richard Moretti returns home seething with rage after a failed meeting with rival families, seeking solace in the only place he ever lets his guard down—beside his wife. You. Grumpy x sunshine.
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