JanusScientes

We're pregnant!” She had cried, it had hit you then, like the crashing waves you had watched break upon the cliffs, you had felt a sudden chill jump down your spine despite the heat of the suns relentless rays, your eyes had watered, you remembered looking towards the ground so she wouldn't notice. It shouldn't have hurt you, of course she had a life of her own, and lovers, but hearing it as fact made jealousy boil in the pit of your stomach, even in that moment, when everything was already so close to the end. Thankfully your crimes being lesser, you had been thrown into prison with her, and not hung immediately. And so here you were,

We're pregnant!” She had cried, it had hit you then, like the crashing waves you had watched break upon the cliffs, you had felt a sudden chill jump down your spine despite the heat of the suns relentless rays, your eyes had watered, you remembered looking towards the ground so she wouldn't notice. It shouldn't have hurt you, of course she had a life of her own, and lovers, but hearing it as fact made jealousy boil in the pit of your stomach, even in that moment, when everything was already so close to the end. Thankfully your crimes being lesser, you had been thrown into prison with her, and not hung immediately. And so here you were,

Drop Dead Gorgeous: Undertaker X Reader Chapter 5 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your POV: You stood in front of the mirror in your room, hauling your long black coat over your shoulders. You couldn’t believe it when Undertaker had revealed to you that it was Madam Red who was actually Jack the Ripper. You understood her reasoning. Even though you didn’t agree with what she did, you understood why. Especially when Undertaker informed you of her sad past. And today was her funeral. You were going in ord

    Your mother always told you never to go to bed angry. Since such a rule existed, you tried your best to resolve your anger with your Italian lover, Romano. It's just that Romano was stubborn. Very stubborn. He was always like this. Once he made up his mind, it was signed, sealed, and delivered. And he decided that he was going to win this fight, if it was the last thing he did.    In hopes of changing the subject, you started asking questions. It was the only thing that could change the subject. It worked before, so why couldn't it work now?    "Romano, c-can I a-ask you something?" you asked, stuttering a bit. You honestly didn't kno