Mail Delivery BirthI got rejected when I told my boyfriend I was pregnant. He never wanted kids so he threw me out of his home. I'm 9 months pregnant and I'm working as a mailman to raise money for my child. I currently live by myself in an apartment but I'm very low on money. I got up and dressed into my uniform as usual and went outside. I had my stack of mails to deliver in my bicycle basket.
"Well, another day to go. You alright buddy? Daddy will build money for the both of us and I'll buy you everything so bear with me."
I get on my bicycle when a terrible ache increased in my lower stomach. I rubbed it to ease the pain. Ignoring it and I rode on my bicycle to the first stop. I rang the doorbell and delivered it to the gentleman that came out. I turned around to get on my bike when a sharp pain caused me to fall to my knees clutching my stomach. I moaned and breathed through the pain. After it was over, i got on my bicycle to the next stop. Meanwhile I did, I felt a burst of fluids draining from my
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Let's Make a DealDon't own, this is a roleplay between myself and my Jack. Don't know if he wants to be know. So please excuse any grammer and spelling and such.
"I finally been able to find you my sweet little snowflake, how are you doing Jack? Oh you don't remember me? Let just say, I made a deal with you, and you have yet to answer me Jack. You or Jamie?" Pitch purred as he snaked out from behide the tree he was hidden behide. He had followed Jack to his pond, and had been waiting for a time to approach the winter spirit.
"Maybe... I'm not the type who's into deals...huh? Ever think of that? I've got my Jamie and he's all I need. Whatever you want you will not find it here..." Jack spat back in a slightly playful mood, thought not liking the idea of Pitch threaten Jamie at all.
"Maybe you don't have a chose in the matter Jack. Just maybe something is beyond your control, you can't always hold the ace's in your hands forever Jack. My deal still stand Jack, I am not a bad guy, just misunderstood and a
The Holiday: Chapter EightDo you have the time?
I blinked. Her soft inquiry nearly jerked me out of my stupor, though I still could not tear my eyes away from where she sat on the bed.
The only bed.
The bed that, in a few short hours, I would be frozen upon like a mummified corpse as I lay beside her in the darkness, a beast next to a beauty.
It sickened me. Truly, it did. Oh, not the prospect of being near Christine. That was such a heavenly thought that I scarcely believed it could happen.
But when two people shared a bed, there were rather awkward implications that the aforementioned people should commence cuddling and then begin to
ah cuddle more intensely.
I should like to make it very clear that my intentions are controlled purely by love of the deepest, sincerest kind. I am not a lustful man, and I have no right to be. Although occasionally, Christine dons dresses that hug her body in such a sinfully perfect way that I begin to sweat a little. Or I w
Jack Skellington x Reader
I was one of the few who couldn't remember their deaths, nor who I was before I died. I had asked the dead scientists, the dead oracles. No one was going to tell me, saying it was better I found out on my own. All I know is I woke up here, in this land of nightmares, Halloween Town, wearing a tattered dress (yes I created that outfit set).
I sighed as I walked the grave yard, odd wasn't it. In a land of death there's a graveyard. I heard a distant barking, looking up I saw Zero the ghost of a dog. And in the distance I head a voice "Zero!" then a whistling "come here boy!". Zero simply floated over to me.
I crouched down the pet him, coming over the kill was none other than the pumpkin king himself, Jack Skellington. "Oh" he said as he saw me "I'm afraid we've never met" and that was true, I knew who he was, everyone does but we've never spoken to each other before.