CM: Beloved's Concession [SandSkow]CM: Beloved's Concession [SandSkow] by HatakeHime
Leaves of various colors swept through the crowds of people who were making their way down the sparsely populated street, business of all the like lit up for a mildly busy Thursday night. Audible noises included the light crunching sounds of the fronds beneath busy feet, rushed voices calling out to close friends, chatter of all sort between parents and children begging for an ice cream cone, along with workers calling out what was on sale.
A young woman in particular, a college freshman who had somehow managed to make it halfway through her semester without fretting too much about grades or all the changes that came with the first step into adulthood, was walking at a relaxed pace down the sidewalk, smiling lightly as she saw the sign she had been looking forward to all through the bus ride there. It was pleasantly lit, not obnoxious or loud as the many of the other stores next to it, with the sign reading “The Duskin Diner.” Although the bus ride had also included a small
Lyanna's Mate (BWWM) (Chapter One)Lyanna's Mate (BWWM) (Chapter One) by dark-baudelaire
A/N: I haven't written original fiction in ages...So I don't know. Perhaps I should stick to fanfiction! Anyway, hope you enjoy reading this chapter
I had been adopted into the family when I was a baby. I was slim, with caramel skin and warm brown eyes. I had curly hair, which was black. My adopted dad was the Beta of our pack. He was very tall and broad shouldered. He had dark brown eyes and reddish brown hair, with a golden tan. My adopted mom was petite, and had cinnamon brown eyes. She was a brunette with wavy hair and pale skin. I was their only child. Mom was unable to have children and so when they had come across the scene of a car crash and seen me, they had taken me away. My real parents had died in the crash, and I had survived. That was all they would tell me about my adoption. It was something they preferred not to speak about. Mom in particular got upset if I wanted to ask her questions about the circumstances of the crash and my real parents. The majority of the
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