+ CielxReader + Chapter 1 +You have many reasons to hate the Phantomhives.They have many riches, they are closely associated with the queen, they have many allies, and enemies. You don’t have any of those benefits. You’re just a girl, thrown out onto the streets by your fatally ill father and abusive mother, with nothing but the wild cats and the cold winter air to keep you company. But there’s something about the Phantomhives that you never got.The Earl is a kid.You have no idea why that is; much less do you actually care. All you know is that the Earl is at the young age of twelve. This is where you wonder, “Why is a kid, a pre-teen no less, ruling over the Phantomhive family and the Funtom Company?” You will probably never know the reason behind this question.“Meow~” You hear a stray cat seemingly calling for you. You, being the curious person you are, follow the ruckus the cat is making and come upon not one, not two, but three kittens in a box. You manage
Creepy ExperienceOK, I normally don't talk about this sort of stuff via journal, but I decided to since I haven't posted anything productive in a while and I thought you guys might enjoy a good story. x3So I was sitting at my computer scrolling through Youtube, watching the snow fall, and trying to write my stories without getting distracted when I heard this singing. Now at first I just dismissed it as the radio since my sister likes to sleep with it on and forgot to turn it off before she left for school, but then the song on the radio glitches out due to connection issues but the singing was still as steady and strong as ever. Naturally since the voice sounded female I just dismissed it as my sister still being in her room, singing along to a song while she got ready. Then I looked at the clock and realized it was 9 am, and my sister leaves at 6:30 to catch the bus and or make it to school on time. At first I freaked out a little bit, thinking some crazy bitch had broken into my house and sta
Renewal [Yato x Reader](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mweJjEyfPZQ Please listen while you read!)Someone help me...I’m alone...I don’t know how much longer I can take this...The grass cushioned your cheek. The frigid wind cooled the festering wounds, bloodied and hot. The metallic taste coated your tongue as a streak of red slowly rolled from the corner of your mouth. The rustling trees and the tinkling of the river like silver bells were your only company. The corpses strewn across the battlefield served only as a reminder of your imminent death. You could seen him now, the Grim Reaper clothed in ebony velvet, waiting for you to accept his cold, outstretched fingers.But, oh, what you saw struck more terror into your heart than Death himself.Ebony hair, framing sharp features, pale skin, glinting in the light of the silvery-grey, melancholy morn.And those eyes. Never had you seen something so beautiful, etherial, radiant, like jewels found only in the stars. Yet, the
Question of the DayI haven't done one of these in a while! Now, let's get started, shall we?It's late, and it's unbearably windy outside. You were just let out of work from a small diner downtown, and your boss (begrudgingly, that bastard) had chosen you to be the one to lock up. Now, as you travel by foot back home after an exhausting day, you can't help but feel watched. You glance nervously towards the dark alleyways and woods on either side of you. The road beside you is deserted, so you can't help but immediately notice the blaring of an upcoming truck that's come to make the last stops of its deliveries for the day. You sigh, clutch your jacket and book bag closer to yourself, and continue to check the daily news feeds on your phone. Unnoticed by you, a black cat walks idly before your feet. Too late to stop yourself, you screech and fall towards the road. Bracing yourself for the impact of the upcoming truck, you squeeze your eyes tight and limply prepare for your death.