#price ya pay for getting away from a crazy abuser

[lostwanderer42]

It hasnt even been a year since leaving but i already miss celebrating the jewish holidays

[anjanettexcordonia]

Chapter 4: Psycho

Book: The Royal Romance A/U

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Rating: Mature (18+); NSFW; Dark; Torture; Rape; mentions of child abuse; Death

Pairings: Liam x Riley; Drake x Olivia 

Word count: 2,922 (+/-)

A/N: Please excuse any grammatical errors. 

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Thank you @texaskitten30 for bouncing ideas with me & beta-reading! If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have finished this chapter anytime soon! 

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Clink. Clink. Clink. 

Celeste winced at every snap against the bars in her small confines. 

“Uh what’s going on Li? Why is she in there?” Drake choked out. Drake's eyes darted around the dimly lit room. He saw Celeste curled up a small cot in a jail cell. 

“Shut up Drake.” Olivia snapped. 

“Olivia Nevrakis, Drake Walker.. is.. is  that you?” Celeste choked out. Liam pressed his finger to his lips to silence them. 

“Hello, my dear Little Sister” Liam hissed. Riley could feel the heat radiating off his naked body as she stood next to him. 

“Hello brother, I had a feeling my abduction had something to do with you & her,” Celeste pointed in Riley’s direction with her long bony fingers,” when I was left in this filth of country.” Celeste eyed Riley. Celeste always felt a slight connection towards Riley. Not friendship but kinship. They shared demons, not the same demons different traumas but demons all the same. Celeste craved power. Power at any cost no price wasn’t worth paying. Riley craved blood, the blood of the powerful. Blood of those who had wronged her or Liam. 

Liam scoffed at her remark. “Cece, of course you know why you’re here?” 

“William, You know I had nothing to do with what happened to Leo. Or you. I had no idea anything was going on. Madeline she.. she.. forced me. And Regina & Adelaide.” 

“Ya know Cece, I don’t care what lies you tell yourself to clear your conscience. Better yet you're more like me than I like to admit. We don’t have a conscience, do we dear sister? Madeleine’s blood is on your hands.” 

“Go cover your dick and get out William, I’m done with this conversation. And take your whore of a wife with you.” Celeste mumbled as she turned to face the wall away from the group standing on the other side of the bars. Riley could barely contain her excitement the more defiant Celeste became. 

Riley walked over to a scanner mounted on the wall. She presses her thumb firmly to the scanner. The wall retracted into a much larger room. The room had a large bed in the center and large ornate thrones for the King and Queen. The thrones were positioned against the wall with a perfect view of the entire room. Surrounding the bed were.. torture devices to say the least. Riley grabbed a catch pole and large hook and joyfully walked towards Liam. 

“My King,” Riley knelt to one knee in front of her husband holding the pole and hook above her head, her arms outstretched towards him to take the pole from her hands. 

Liam leaned down taking the devices from Riley and caught her pouty lips into a passionate kiss. Riley wrapped her arms around his neck and her hands finding the hook in Liam's hand. Still locked in a heated kiss, Riley and Liam rose to their feet. Riley suddenly broke the kiss and snatched the hook free of Liam's hand. In a flash, she put the shaft of the hook through the iron bars and hooked Celeste around her neck pulling her towards them. Riley pulled the pole as hard as she could causing the cable around Celeste’s neck to tighten. With Liam standing behind her with a wicked grin appearing on his face she pulled Celeste flush against the wrought iron bars. Liam pried the pole from Riley’s fingers and brought his face as close as he could to Celeste. 

“Sit.” He commanded Olivia and Drake. Both of their faces twisted in fear and confusion. “I understand you’re both curious as to what’s going on. Right now, you will observe and your questions will be answered. Please be assured neither of you will come to any harm at my or Riley’s hand.” In typical Olivia fashion, laughed at Liam’s remark, “Me, harmed by either of you, I'm interested in what game you two are playing.” “Liam, I don’t know about this. Can I at least have my pants back?’ Drake runs his fingers through his thick dark hair nervously. Liam gave Riley the catch pole that held Madeline flush against the cold bars. He sat down on his throne, Olivia and Drake took their seats on a bench on the far side of the room. “Bring her to me, my Queen.” Riley bowed her head, she opened the door to the cage and jerked the catch pole pulling Celeste hard. Riley pulled her infront of Liam and slammed her to her knees on the floor. “What the fuck, you bitch?” Celeste yelled at Riley. “Let me out of here Liam NOW!” She bellowed. Riley drew her hand back to hit Celeste for her outburst “Riley stop.” Riley froze at Liam’s command.

 Riley knew, right now her and her husband were not equals. He needed her to do this for him and she was more than willing. He needed to heal and she would heal his wounds. She would save him from himself. She is saving him from his torture and hate. She will fill the void that they left behind. What’s love without obsession?

“Celeste, the more you fight, the worse it will be. Riley come here my Queen.” Riley dropped the pole and went to sit on Liam’s lap. Liam pulled her into a tender kiss. Liam kissed her down her chin to her neck and up to her ear, “Get the knives.” Riley walked over to a safe built into the wall. She typed in the password and scanned her palm. The safe opened and she pulled three small daggers out. Each dagger was adorned with a large jewel. 

“Olivia, Drake here.” Riley handed them each a dagger. “These daggers are of importance. Each one has a specific crown jewel encrusted in the hilt. Olivia, red obviously for the scarlet duchess and House Nevrakis. Diamond for you Drake. You’re a true diamond in the rough and a pillar in our reign.” Riley explained. “Riley, Liam I don’t know what to say.” Olivia thanked them as she looked at the dagger in her hand. A large red ruby was encrusted in the hilt along with Nevrakis Justice engraved along the blade.

Liam stood from his throne. “Let’s get on with it. I’m tired of waiting. Riley Rhys, Olivia Nevrakis, and Drake Walker, today I am judge and jury. You are executioner.” 

“Jesus Christ Liam, you are such a drama Queen. You’re not going to kill me and neither will these bastards. It’s treason.” Celeste snapped. 

Riley couldn’t control her blood lust any longer. She walked over to Celeste and sliced her across her back with her Rhys sapphire encrusted dagger. Riley froze as she watched the blood pour in small estuaries down Celeste’s back. “Fuck you really are a crazy bitch aren’t you!” Celeste screamed in pain. “Liam stop this NOW. I’m the mother of your first born child!” Liam’s lips curled at the sound of mouth forming the words mother. “YOU ARE NOT A MOTHER OF ANY CHILD OF MINE.” His voice boomed. “Regina forced me and so did father. You know that Liam!” “Shut up. You’re a liar.” “Do you think I WANTED to fuck my half brother over and over?” Liam sat down quietly. “Maybe, maybe not. But your natural response spoke otherwise. Every time I fought, you came harder. And what about Savannah?” 

Drake's eyebrow quirked at the sound of his sister's name. “Savannah? Li what?” “Tell him Cece. He knows you raped me. But does he know that you are the reason for his sister's death? And his father’s death? That had Jackson Walker executed for false allegations of rape. That you found out about Constantine,our father, abusing Savannah and impregnating her? Instead you helped Regina take her son away.” 

“Son?” Drake screamed. “My father… my sister… because of you..” Drake charged at Celeste. Liam grabbed Drake by the throat. “Stop. I’m not finished.” He calmly spoke. “Get the fuck off me Liam. This bitch… she.. she..” “There’s more,” Liam directed his attention back to Celeste who sat in complete silence. “What about Olivia, Celeste?” Olivia's face drained of all color. She knew exactly what Liam was about to say. She had never spoken a word to anyone before. “No Liam, stop. Don’t…” she whispered. Drake eyes his wife. “What’s he talking about Olivia?” 

“Liv I’m so sorry. I tried to stop it.” Celeste sobbed. “No, no, Cece tell the truth.” Riley interrupted. Celeste’s tears stopped abruptly as if she could control her tears. A smile formed across her face. “You’re right Riley. I’m lying. I knew what Constantine was doing. Why do you think I was your best friend, Livvy. He said he would fuck the traitor out of you. I guess he didn’t do a very good job.” She shrugged. “None of you are worthy of the crown. You’re weak. You allowed the torture. You weren’t strong enough to fight back. Liam, your own father destroyed you. I stole your illusion of innocence. No one may have touched you Drake but your poor sister and disgraceful Kings Guard of a father got it enough for you. And Liv, you were the most trusting. You are the most weak. You don’t rule Nevrakis with an iron fist. You all got what you deserved.” 

Liam returned to his seat on his replicated throne. “Riley. It’s time. We will let Drake and Olivia work out their aggressions. Drake, Liv… you may do as you please to her. Do not kill her and make sure when you are finished she is fully concious.” Drake felt the anger rising inside of him. He felt as if his skin would burst into flames at any moment. He had never felt hatred in his life until this moment, listening to the evil drip from Celeste’s lips. The hatred engulfed him and he understood. He understood Liam in a way he had never before. Drake darted from his place on the other side of the room. He felt himself losing control until he pounced on Celeste. “You stole my family. You murdered them.” Drake screamed as his arm drew back to hit her hard across her jaw. Celeste screamed as Drake pummeled her. “Enough.” Liam’s deep baritone voice boomed through the room. “Sit Drake.” Drake immediately turned to look for Olivia. Celeste lay balled on the floor. She was badly beaten and bloodied from the brutal beating Drake had given her. “Well deserved. That was for my father and my sister. And for my nephew and my mother.” Drake hissed at Celeste. Olivia kissed Drake deeply. Drake poured his anger and relief into the kiss, emotions he never knew he felt for the loss of his family and finally knowing the real truth. 

Celeste lay on the floor breathing heavily. She closed her eyes and laid her head back on the cold tile floor. “Princess CeCe..” a smooth yet sharp voice poured into the completely silent room. She felt her breath hitch in her throat. She felt the cold sharp lightly touch the sensitive skin of her throat. She felt the sharp scratch of the dagger glide down her chest between her breaths and stop abruptly at her pubic bone. She felt the dagger press harder until she felt the pierce of her skin and the blood coming to the surface. Celeste’s eyes opened in a flash. “Nevrakis” she hissed. “No need for words.. shhh.” Olivia pressed her finger to Celeste’s words. Olivia continued running the dagger down her thighs drawing the slightest bit of blood. 

Liam, Riley and Drake watched in awe of Olivia. Liam felt his cock twitch at the sensual torture taking place in front of him. He took Riley’s hand and placed it gently on himself. She gripped him hard and slowly pumped his shaft. “Bring her in. She’s going to watch.” Riley nodded her and released her husband from her grip. She disappeared into another room. 

Olivia continued to make the small cuts over Celeste’s body. Celeste was crying out for the pain to end. Olivia pressed deeper and deeper into each cut. Liam was getting more and more excited as more and more blood pooled on the floor beneath the vile creature before him. He watched as Olivia’s naked body hovered over Celeste, Olivia’s hands were deep red from the blood of Celeste. Liam snapped his head when he heard the muffled gasp. “Regina,  join us.” Liam grinned a sinister grin at her before he turned his head back to Olivia and Celeste. Riley pushed Regina down against the wall to sitting position. 

“Enough Olivia,” Liam barked. 

He stood from his throne and reached for his wife’s hand. Riley placed her hand in his, both of them transforming themselves into their regal Queen and King stance. Olivia slinked back to her place beside Drake. Liam looked at Riley, an unspoken conversation happened between them. Riley knew exactly what to do by her husband’s expression. She knew the depths of his tortured soul better than anyone. She knelt down beside Celeste’s head. She pulled Celestes arms above her head and held them in place. The catch pole cable still wrapped tightly around Celeste’s neck. Liam knelt down between Celeste’s legs. 

Regina cried out, “Liam please no.” Liam ignored Regina's pleas. “Did you stop when he begged you to stop Regina?” Riley spoke through gritted teeth. “Did you Celeste? When you forced his seed into you? Did you think he would never come for you?” Liam slammed his cock into Celeste as hard as he could lurching her forward. She let a scream, “No.” “How does it feel to to be the one vulnerable?” Riley whispered into Celeste’s ear as Liam continued to violate her body. “Hold her My Queen.” Liam commanded his wife. Her grip on Celeste’s wriggling body tightened holding her in place. Liam leaned into kiss his wife deeply as he continued his assault on Celeste. “Dagger.” He whispered. Liam could feel his orgasm building within his body not caring about the sandpaper feeling that enveloped his cock. Riley released her grip on Celeste and went to retrieve the Rhys dagger. Liam grabbed a firm hold around Celeste’s neck. The sweat dripping from burned her wounds. She looked at her mother, who was crying watching her daughter's assault, helpless. “This is your fault you fucking cunt.” Celeste whispered, as she gasped for breath at her mother. “Now Riley.” Liam removed his hands from Celeste’s neck, Riley immediately replaced his hands with the dagger. Riley watched her husband’s face twist and contort as he reached his climax. Riley pushed the knife deep across Celeste’s jugular vein. Blood sprayed over Liam as he released himself deep within Celeste. Her body jerked as more blood poured from neck. Liam slowly pulled himself out of Celeste, wincing in pain. They stood both covered in Celeste’s blood. Neither making eye contact with each other. 

Regina sobbed at the sight of her daughter's life leaving her body. Celeste became who she was her fault. The twisted monster before her, Liam, she knew was her fault. All of it was her fault. “Liam if this is what you need to lead our country, so be it.” Regina whispered through hushed sobs. 

“Our country? MY COUNTRY.” Liam thundered. “It is your fault. Celeste, my father EVERYTHING WAS YOUR FAULT. A child I can’t love like mine and Riley’s children.” A fresh anger coursed through his veins. A rage he needed satiate one last time for himself. He snatched the dagger from Riley’s hand and marched to stand directly in front of Regina. “Look at me.” He commanded Regina. “Liam..” “Your Majesty. You will call me your majesty. I am your King. You tried so hard to remove me from my rightful place. You destroyed my brother, you took everything from me. But I took it back. I have MY Queen. My family. And MY COUNTRY. And you will die here in a foreign country, and forgotten in your own.” Liam plunged the dagger into Regina’s heart. “Today I’m taking back MY power, not for me. But for her and my children. All of them.” Regina whispered, “I’m sorry.” Liam pulled the dagger out of her heart. He plunged it back in again. “DO.” The squish of flesh beneath the dagger was the only sound in the room between Liam’s cries. “NOT” “APOLOGIZE.” Liam had tears running down his blood spattered face. Riley ran over and placed her hand on his, “she’s gone, baby.” She wrapped her arms around him to hold him. He sobbed into Riley’s shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry Riley, I love you so much.” “Shh shh.. it’s okay, I love you too.” Riley comforted him. 

Drake and Olivia sat in a stunned silence at the scene that just played out in front of them. They could sense a flood of relief flow in the room. The room was covered in blood, two women lay deceased on the floor.. but somehow they sensed a peace. Evil had been exterminated and replaced with a light. 

A dim light, is still a light nevertheless. 

[shannygoatgruff]

My Brother’s Keeper

Genre: Psychological Thriller

Modern Ivar X Modern Hvitserk

Warning:  Dark story told from an emotionally distributed person’s POV with graphic and sadistic material including rape, terror, torture, kidnapping, drug use, slash, implied incest, necrophilia and insecurity. Heavy trigger warnings.  

Summary: Mama always said to be their brothers’ keeper. Now there is absolutely nothing these two won’t do for each other.  Boys will be boys...

A/N: So, I wrote this story about 10 years ago, under a different fandom.  With age and a more vivid imagination, there is so much more I want to do with it.  So, what did I decide to do?  A reboot!  

Chapter I

The amber light of the cigarette as I inhale, sends a flash of brightness across this dark room. As soon as I take in a healthy drag and feel the cool flavor of menthol opening my lungs, everything seems to have a spark of life. 

This room looks like all the others - small, dirty, and the only window in here is covered by a thick sheet of dust. I find myself wondering what this place looked like in its heyday before the demo crew came in and knocked down half the building. Did it have all of the latest amenities before the slum lord forgot that he had tenants? What kind of people lived here? The neighborhood’s changed so much, lately. 

Not that it matters much now, I guess.

This place is abandoned, has been forever judging from the size of the termite holes in the walls and floorboards where the wood has completely rotted through. It's a death trap if you don't watch your step. We spent enough time scoping out the layout in the daytime, we know exactly where we can and can't step. I know I could close my eyes right now and walk from here to the front door and avoid the hole in the floor covered by that threadbare rug.

I guess that's why we always choose places like this. They aren't so easy to escape from. I mean, if they actually manage to get away from us, they'll have one hell of a time actually making it to the outside without breaking their necks in the process. It's an unfair advantage, but it's a small price we pay to protect ourselves.

The muffled sound of whimpering makes me look over to the darkened corner by where the kitchen used to be. I can't really see what she's doing, but judging from the sound of the table leg scraping across the floor, I guess she's trying to get her hands free.

I hate that he ties them up so tight. The sound of them struggling always makes me feel sorry for them. What's even worse, is he insists on gagging them and leaving me here alone to watch them.

The least he could do is leave the gag off so they could talk to me. I know it isn’t a smart idea, especially since they could start screaming. But sometimes, when I know that he'll be gone for a while, I untie the gag so we can talk. I get bored in the dark alone and the sounds of their whimpering makes me feel weird. At least when I take the gag off, it seems to help them relax. I can always calm them down when we can have a two-way conversation. But, I can never get him to understand that.

They don't scream, usually. I don't really know why. I like to think it's because they know I don't really want to hurt them. I don't know. I can't really explain it. It's like, I don't want to cause anybody pain and knowing that someone got hurt because of something I did disturbs me. But on the same token, I love the power of fear. I love the look on their faces when they realize it's me. Really, who would ever suspect me of anything?

I don't know how I got like this. I wasn't one of those types you read about in the DSM-5 that labels sociopaths as displaying symptoms since early childhood. I didn't have a rough childhood. We had all kinds of love as kids. We had a big family, 5 boys, and our mama loved us. She made sure we looked out for each other. We protected each other. We defended each other. We loved each other.  

I wasn't abused as a child. Nobody touched me and I didn't have any early onset traumas to blame anything on. I've never had brain damage or ever been bullied before that I can remember. There's no explanation for it.

I once had this shrink tell me that was the scariest thing about it. There was nothing in my psychopathy to suggest I would turn out the way that I have. There’s just always been something in me that wasn’t quite right. According to her, that's what makes me a danger to society. 

I'm a whole lot different than him, that's for sure. He's the sick one out of all of us. Looking at him, you’d never know. I don't even ask anymore where he gets some of the ideas he comes up with. I think he's watched one too many scary movies and now he wants to play everything out in real life. He worries me some times because it's getting to the point where this isn't enough for him anymore. Every time we've got to do a little bit more, make the chase a little bit harder, punish them a little bit longer. It's like he's never satisfied now.  

I remember when we first started, it was our secret. It was pretty cut and dry. We'd see someone we wanted and we'd grab them. We'd have fun with them and drop them off in some remote area of town when we were done. Now, it's this big, elaborate game for him. He's into wooing them, getting them to come willingly and then when we get them in the car the fun begins. He's into the screaming and begging now and I honestly don't think any of them have walked away afterward in the past few months.

He's getting out of control, but what can I do about it? It's not like I can walk away from him or this life. I'm in too deep and truthfully I don't want to. I tried once. I tried to make a clean break, but the hunger got to be too much. I felt like I was going to crawl out of my own skin. My heart raced all the time, my hands shook, my mouth stayed juicy… I couldn't sleep or eat. I guess this is my addiction.

"If you don't break your wrist trying to untie yourself if you're free when he gets here, he'll do it for you." I feel like it's the least I could do. She should at least know that he's not really a person you want to fuck with. If he ties you up, when he comes back, your ass better still be tied up. It makes him crazy if they upset the scene that he has in his mind. “Besides, if he comes back here and finds out that you got your hands free, he's gonna be pissed. There’s no telling what he might do to you then."

I notice how quiet she is suddenly, but I can still hear her muffled cries. I almost feel sorry for her. Almost. But she has something I need so my sympathy only goes so far. Still, I feel like I should be doing something to try to make her stay here a little more enjoyable. I mean, she did ask to come. She wanted us to show her a good time, but this part isn't very fun though. I wish he would hurry up. 

I move over to the leg of the table that he's got her tied to and sit down next to her. "You smoke?" I notice the way she's trying to scramble away from me like I'm going to do something to her. I understand her reaction but really where does she think she's going to go? The binds are entirely too tight and I'm not tied up. Anywhere she can scramble too, I can, too.

If I felt up to it, I'd play along and show her that I'm in charge, but I’m really not that into it tonight. I just want to get this over with and go home. I'm tired. She put up much more of a fight than I thought she would. I hate it when I'm exhausted before we even get started.

I fold my legs beneath me and touch the end of the lit match to the wick of the candle. It really doesn't illuminate the room much, but at least it allows her to see my face and me hers. She really is pretty especially with the way the tears have stained her smudged face and her hair clings to her skin with sweat. Her teeth are so white against the soiled rag tied around her head to keep her quiet. She has the prettiest blue eyes, even if one is almost swollen shut. He didn't have to hit her so hard.

"You want a cigarette?" I hold the pack up to her face and watch as her eyes fix on me and not on the pack. "They're safe. I didn't put anything in them."

I try to offer a smile to lighten the mood, but she doesn't seem any more relaxed. "I'm gonna untie your gag, but you gotta cooperate, okay? If you scream, I'll cave your face in." I notice how she flinches when I talk to her. I hate threatening her, but I think it's only fair that she knows what's coming if she disobeys.

I reach over to her and put my hands behind her head. Her hair feels like silk under my fingers. Even after I loosen the tie I let my fingers curl around her locks for a few seconds longer to feel how soft they are. Once the gag hangs loosely around her neck, I sit back and smile at her. I don't really have anything to say at the moment, so I pack the box of cigarettes and select one for her enjoyment.

"Here ya go." I feel my own mouth open as I put the cigarette up to hers and my heart speeds up when I see her lips open and close around the filter. I pick up the candle and hold it close to her face and watch as the flame catches to the end of the butt. "That's better." I light my own cigarette with the candle before I place it back on the floor.

She looks like she's struggling to puff and keep the thin layer of smoke from getting into her eyes. Poor thing. I'm trying to be helpful, as I reach across and take the cigarette away from her mouth to giving her a moment to breathe in some of this moldy air.

"What are you gonna do to me?" This is the first time she’s spoken since we left the bar. While we were there I found her voice to be whiny and irritating, but now I like it. It's soft and vulnerable and it quivers with each word.

Hmm? What are we gonna do? He doesn't like to do the same thing two nights in a row, and we did so much last night. What is he planning for tonight? "I don't know. What would you like to do?"

The look she gives me amuses me. I love it when they're interactive. It’s like she’s enjoying this as much as I am. "I'd like to go home."

"I can ask if that can happen. But you have to be good." It’s better if she knows the rules, upfront. If she knows that if she pleases him, there’s a better chance of just living with the memories of tonight instead of not living at all – I think that puts the odds in her favor. See, I’m a nice guy like that.

Of course, you always get the ones that take that information and go crazy with it. Those are the ones that piss him off. Those are the ones that don't get to see the next day. Those are the ones we read about in the newspaper while we're sitting around at the breakfast table.

I place the cigarette back to her lips and she takes a deep breath. I love the way the plume of smoke dances around her face as she exhales. It seems to be working…she’s relaxing. "Why me?"

"Why not you?" No one is so special that we can't use them. That's why we pick the ones we do because they're special. "You're perfect for what we need."

"And what's that?" Her tears are falling faster as her fear is taking over.

"A fantasy woman." I can feel myself smirk as I hand her back the cigarette.

It’s something about seeing her pink tongue touch her bottom lip that ignites something in my belly and turns on a switch in my head. All of a sudden I don't feel like I'm sitting on the floor in this broken down, dirty room, instead, I'm running in a field of green grass, chasing fireflies with my brothers. I feel young, wild and free. I feel creative and imaginative.

I feel alive.

I don't know how much time passes before I hear him enter the room. All I know is I can't look at him. I can't meet his eyes.

"What the fuck happened?" I hear his voice from behind me and it takes everything I have to pull my wet hands from my face.

"I don't know." I can feel the cold stickiness left on my cheeks and the warm tears that run across them. I let my eyes focus on my red hands as the almost completely burnt out candle flickers.

I hear his footsteps moving closer to me. He's walking slowly, so I know he's not angry, but that's no excuse. His presence looms as he stands beside me, but then he runs his fingers through my hair. There's nothing I can do but turn to him and wrap my arms around his waist and cry against him.

"It is okay, Brother." I can feel his lips touch my scalp as he bends down to coo and stroke the back of my neck. Even though I can't see his face, I know he's looking at the scene on the floor. I know he sees the blood still dripping from where her face once was. He has to notice that her skirt has been pulled away and instead of the gag in her mouth, her panties are halfway down her throat.

I swear I don't know how she got like that.

I don't remember.

Clinging desperately to him, I try to bite back my sobs. "I don't understand why this keeps happening. I can't stop it, Ivar. I need help."

"No, Hvitserk. You don't need help, Big Brother,” He says looking down at me with a reassuring smile, gently wiping away my tears. “You just need me."

Next Chapter

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[missmeela]

Prompt #1: Crux

Auzelle rapped her fingertip on the bar for two more shots. She didn't look up to the bartender, that wasn't her target. Her target was a gruff-looking Highlander with a wild scraggly beard who had just started swaying slowly from side to side.

"So, essentially what you're saying is while you'd love to see the back of the Garleans. You're far too chickenshit to do anything about them yourself."

It was a simple insult that Auzelle used often. The Highlander scrunched up his face, while he welcomed the abuse Auzelle was giving to his liver, his pride couldn't keep up with this pummelling. She'd been downright rude all night and the free booze wasn't worth the price he was paying for it.

"No! What I'm sayin' is... is that anyone would be a damned fool to try and fight 'em. They've got swivin' great..."

He held his hand high above his head, looking for the right word.

"... Well, you'd be crazy to."

Auzelle downed her shot and nudged the other glass towards the Highlander.

"So you're calling me crazy now? Well... And after all these drinks I've bought for you. You'd think I'd get a little gratitude for my efforts, my sacrifices. If you're just scared you could say so and I'd leave it alone."

The Highlander banged the bar with his fist and knocked back the shot while he could still stand the company. And maybe more importantly, while he could still stand.

"It's just bleedin' common sense. If I could do anything at all, anything, to a twenty-fulm-tall walking machine of death then I'd be there on the front lines doing my part. But as that isn' the case, then 'ere is where you'll find me."

Auzelle pointed a finger at him then tapped the bar twice again.

"See, that's what I knew all along. If only you had a way of fighting back, then you'd be out there doing your part with all the others."

The Highlander eyed the two fresh shots that arrived with suspicion. He'd had the hot air taken out of him with her sudden agreement.

"Aye, yeah. That's all that I'm sayin'."

Auzelle leaned in a little closer, sliding both shots over to him.

"And if you were offered the means to obtain such power, you wouldn't be scared to at least try. Good then."

She pulled out a slip of paper and started writing. She waved her hands at the two glasses.

"You can have them both, I don't need them."

The Highlander downed the first shot, then picked up the second, holding it close to his body.

"'Ere, what's that you're writing?"

Auzelle hummed a little distractedly.

"Hmm? Oh, this? It's basically all that which you just said."

She slid the paper across to him and straightened it up for him.

"It's an offer. All you need to do is try to obtain such skills. No fighting or anything like that and you'd get some nice steady pay."

The Highlander loomed his head over the piece of paper trying to make sense of it all in his drunken state.

"I ain't signin' nothin'."

Auzelle shook her head and pulled the paper her way a little.

"It's not a contract or anything. It's just a matter of honour, you know? I promise to give you the means and whatever you chose to do with that, well that's down to you. All you need do is pop your name on there."

Auzelle's finger landed on a blank line of the page. The Highlander looked down at the paper again. It was doing a fine job of picking up the lost droplets of booze that had accumulated throughout the night. But it wasn't doing a good job of explaining what she just said.

"Eh?"

Auzelle sighed and rolled her eyes.

"If you sign here, I'll pay you to train. No fighting, just training."

Not finding any more answers from the paper, he looked back up to Auzelle.

"'ow much?"

Auzelle leaned back on her stool a little and looked the Highlander over. He wasn't the ideal candidate, but he had something hidden there, something nobody else would see in him. But she made sure not to offer him too much.

"Five thousand, I'd say. Enough for three square meals and a roof over your head. A little bit spare for a small splash of whiskey. But... on condition that it really is because you lack the means. I'm not training up some coward only to find out he's battle shy."

The Highlander leaned down and scrawled some mark along the line on the paper then knocked back his shot.

"Ya bleedin'..."

The remaining words were unintelligible to even himself. Suffice it to say it was the most resentful acceptance of a job offer that day. Which considering the number of courtesans and drug dealers wandering by, this was no small feat.

Auzelle smiled as the Highlander staggered away from the bar. She folded up the newly signed contract and tucked it into her jacket before starting her search anew.

It didn't matter that the Highlander turned out to be another dud. Somewhere amongst all this rubble, there was bound to be a few gems.

And it's not like the poor guy suffered any real lasting damage.

Master List

[thegracegatsby]

this post is all over the place but here’s a super long update if you care lmao 

So it’s officially been one month since i’ve been on this marketing internship in Prague which is basically working a full time marketing job without the pay (duh, Grace) lol I really thought I was going to be filing papers and going on coffee runs, but nope this is the real deal. I didn’t even get a day to fix my jetlag nor was I eased into the job. The day after I arrived I had 15 minutes to learn about all the projects everyone was working on, got acquainted with the office and the other interns, then started on all my tasks. To give you an idea of what I’ve been up to, my first week here I had to think of several marketing ideas for a local company and had to present them to the owner. The Stress and nerves had me on bed rest that weekend ngl lol. The owner loved the presentation, but I couldn’t help but be so hard on myself. I felt so underprepared I didn’t expect to be thrown into the field at full speed. I literally felt like the Mr. Krabs meme. I was shookington. I thought college and a regular part time job was hectic, but wow I was not prepared for job that required 110% of my time and mind. What I mean by that is I was/am technically working on four different projects and each of them need to be unique aka I can’t repeat ideas. I learned to trust myself and just trust that if I did my best…. it would just had to be enough. I can only learn from my mistakes and find a way to improve myself every day. Those “do one thing to be better than yesterday” quotes were always cute, but they have been extremely relevant this summer. That’s been such an important lesson and habit. Some other things I was up to is sometimes the company gets invited to special private events so so far I’ve attended two events. The first one being some networking event with a panel so different CEO’s discussed the future of tech & marketing and answered questions, then another event where the communications director of Manolo (shoe goals) spoke on the brand. Even got to meet her she was so sweet! Last week I got sent on my first official business trip to Poland to meet with different Korean companies at an expo! I had to basically see and negotiate potential products to market in the US and Latin America. Crazy. I loved every second of it. I’ve been meaning to write for a few weeks now so my thoughts are probably a little all over the place, but now is when I feel like I finally have the time and energy to sit down and catch up on a blog even if no one reads this lmaoo. It’s wild how a month and a half ago I left my job at the bank with a heavy heart and had my summer classes get cancelled/wasn’t able to register for any new one’s since they were all full. I was so close to doing nothing all summer except go job hunting again so this trip was such a blessing. It’s super challenging I’m not gonna lie. I feel like I’ve grown so much from being here. I’ve had to get out of my comfort zone in every single sense of the word. I’ve had to depend on myself mentally and emotionally in different ways than I’ve had to back home. I know this sounds super dramatic lol, but honestly this is the first time I’ve been away from my home, family, friends, city, for more than two weeks. Taking such a huge step without my family around has been difficult. It’s how I imagine it would have been like if I moved away for college. I’m going through “real life with training wheels” because I’m staying with family here so I’m not 100% on my own, but that’s the farthest thing from perfect. Like.. my extended family is going through some hell shit and I feel like I’m in the middle of it so I can’t escape it. I guess that’s where my desperate homesickness comes from. I was SO ready to go home I even asked if I could book a flight after TWO weeks of being here. That’s how desperate I was to go back home. I never talk about my personal life, but I will say that my actual home life, thankfully, is healthy. No relationship/family is perfect don’t get it twisted, but my parents learned from the mistakes of their families/friends and tried very hard to raise my sibling and I in a peaceful home. Don’t take this as the “I’m the best because my parents don’t hate each other can’t relate sweetie (: just be happy and drink tea” way because that’s not what I’m saying at all lol. Sadly, toxic families are everywhere, but reading/hearing about a household that is going through a nasty divorce with unhealthy drama happening every single day is completely different than actually experiencing/witnessing it with my own two naked eye balls. Especially from my own relative. I know this makes me sound immature or naive or whatever, but I mean… I’ve never lived anywhere else so I never knew anything other than my own family dynamic ya know? My empathy for children and teenagers who have to go through what I’ve been seeing on a daily basis has grown so much. Again, this isn’t a show off way of me saying “my life is semi-perfect” (no one’s is) I’m literally saying the change has helped me understand and appreciate the importance of a healthy home so much which… isn’t a bad thing. I’d rather learn this now seeing it from afar than with regret later on in my life. I’m genuinely so heartbroken and empathetic for every single person going through this much toxicity especially my own cousin who will have to grow up with the issues her parents are making alone. The biggest takeaway is I know what the fuck NOT to tolerate in relationships. If I thought my tolerance was low, now it’s even lower I’m not putting up with any bullshit ever wow. Now none of this would matter if I only got to work then go home and mind my business, but nah it’s not like that. An argument happened? Guess who gets some insults and bad attitude. Me. Since why did my extended family think it’s okay to disrespect and insult me for everything??? Don’t even get me started on the side comments about my weight :)) All I do is try to stay hydrated and mind my business! lmaofdnsfds. I guess that’s where the mental and emotional challenge comes from. I’ve never been a super emotional person literally the last time I cried from emotion was the day of the musical in high school because I messed up on stage and was super embarrassed. That was literally 4 years ago in April. I’ve had like two mental breakdowns already not including the countless times I’ve had to calm myself down, do some breathing exercises, and mentally try to disconnect from the fuckery. The hardest times being when I’m in public. I NEVER talk back tho which is weird because I hardly ever bite my tongue I’m quick to defend myself, but deep down I know the aggression stems from all these problems.. plus I try to tell myself it’s not that deep and I’m leaving in less than a month. I know I won’t have to deal with this ever ever again. Also honestly staying quiet gets everyone on my side because people see the way I’m spoken to and are like “wtf ignore it you’re doing great”. Lol I wish I could go into more detail because there is SO much tea I can spill, but for privacy (and maybe legal idk?) reasons I’m going to stay quiet. Another intern who started seeing the verbal abuse asked me about everything so I confided in her about all the drama and she’s like “wooow everything makes sense things were worse when before you got here” kjndvdf we were super tight it was so great :’) but she left and everything changed when the fire nation attacked. Honestly, everyone I work/have worked with have been so great. I only got close with like two or three tho but still everyone is so nice lol. So yeah even though the work experience here is amazing and something I will value for the rest of my life, the home life aspect is fucked up. I’m even trying to convince my parents to sell this plot to Lifetime lmao it’s THAT dramatic. *sigh* Some other news is I was supposed to be in Spain right now. I literally Uber’ed myself and my grandmother all the way to the airport yesterday morning, show up to the check-in counter with a smile and bags in hand just so they could tell me “Sorry, you don’t show up on our system” to my face. I’ve never had an issue with my flight so the room was spinning a lil and was low key panicking because 1. English isn’t anyone’s first language here 2. I was abroad and had no idea what to do because I didn’t even make the reservation so I had to call two different airlines and try to resolve the MESS, but nothing was resolved they fucked up my booking from the beginning so only my return flight was paid for not the departure :) so after easily deciding I was NOT going to pay $580 for a one-way outbound ticket, I had to quickly figure out my next move. (PRO TIP: ALWAYS BOOK DIRECTLY WITH COMPANIES THEY’LL WORK WITH YOU AND REFUND YOU IF SOMETHING GOES WRONG. EVEN IF YOU SEE A CHEAPER PRICE ON ONE OF THOSE TRAVEL SITES SOMEONE TOLD ME THEY’LL PRICE MATCH YOU AND EVEN GIVE YOU DIFFERENT FLIGHT ACCOMMODATIONS LIKE CHANGING LAYOVER FLIGHTS IT’S MAGICAL). Everyone I’m living with went to Spain the day before, so after bending over backwards to try and get the house key from my grandmother who already passed through security (she couldn’t wait for me bc the guy at security had 5 min to wheelchair her to her gate), I found a way to contact her (a blessing bc if not I would have had to stay at a hotel or something) and had her hand me the keys back to our place. I didn’t have the patience to take a bus back to the city so I paid the extra fare to Uber back home. The weird part is I’m not even mad. After calling the airlines, contacting my parents, contacting my family already in Spain that I wouldn’t be going, I was just… chilling. Got some groceries and I’ve been living la vida loca just eating and watching netflix lol. Sure, I wanted to go see a new country and even try to see the town my great grandparents were from, but if there’s anything I learned this year is… everything happens for a reason. I think it would have been an amazing trip, but there’s a reason I didn’t get to travel this weekend. Theres a reason I had to leave my job at the bank. Theres a reason I’m here in Prague in the first place. There’s a reason I’m witnessing this entire Mess. I guess there’s some growth in that too you know what I mean? Younger me would have probably combusted in hatred and be extremely negative and complain that “my life sucks” when in reality it’s fine it’s just in general, shitty things happen…. but life won’t stop for anybody not even me. On the bright side, some good lessons came out of this experience. Forget 2016, this was the real year of realizing things™. I’m going back to Miami with a completely different drive and mindset. For example, I knew school is important and I get good grades, but my attitude towards my education is COMPLETELY different now. Being “good” just isn’t good enough for me anymore. With my grades now I could get into a “good” grad school, but now I don’t even want “good” I want something better. I want great I want the best I want to work my ass off to get into an AMAZING school. I still don’t know everything or even want I want 100%, but this trip has helped me change how I plan to approach/execute my future goals. That “oh I guess I’ll work someday idk that’s a long time from now so I don’t care I’ll worry about it another day” won’t cut it anymore. Now that I’m thinking about it, a lot of things need changing when I get back. Which speaking of getting back, I’m counting down the days I’m so excited I leave at the end of the month ayee!! Lol okay I feel like I’m just rambling at this point. There were a few more things I wanted to say buut………… I forgot it so I’ll just end it here and make a new post if I remember lol. Even if no one reads this, future me will and she’ll remember how the Ctrl album from SZA was playing in the background while writing this and probably cringe at how bittersweet this whole experience/year has been.

TLDR I learned a lot on this internship (good and bad) and I’m basically going back home a new person :-)

[mxnicdriver]

It was pouring like crazy. One of those cold days in autumn where they would play a gig, and when they’d step through the backstage door to have a smoke, they’d freeze their asses off cause in the heat of the stagelights it was easy to forget how absolutely ridiculously cold and nasty wet it was outside. 

After the gig Brian and Jim had gone to the bar right next to the pub they had played in. They didn’t want to drink in the same place where they had played before because fans could be annoying and they wanted to spend some time around eachother with no major interruptions. They didn’t do much really, they just had very funny conversations (Jim was way too good at making Brian laugh) and got drunk as hell. 

Every time they decided to drink, it was always Brian who went too far. Maybe it was because Jim could take more alcohol than Brian, he was taller, older, just had the genes that it took to stomache a lot of booze without feeling any consequences. In the end this night turned out like many nights before - Brian was so drunk he could barely talk, big tongue too heavy in his mouth, and he was utterly touchy, trying to get his hands all over Jim and Jim... couldn’t really hate it.

Jim had no trouble seeing past the reasons why Brian got lost in few different drugs every now and then - alcohol, cocaine, music - he knew why Brian did it but he didn’t really care. He loved it too much when Brian was in that careless state, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide, naughty grin stuck on his lips. He couldn’t hate it when Brian was in a good mood, thought that he was too serious and too sad to often. He didn’t party after gigs all the time but when he did, Jim had his way of abusing the state Brian voluntarily put himself into. 

“Man, you’re so fuckin’ drunk.” said Jim, giggling, when Brian leaned against his shoulder and pouted at him, obviously demanding a kiss non-verbally. Jim wouldn’t kiss him here, no way. If they’d make out now, they’d end up fucking before they would reach the bathroom. “Ya wanna go back to the hotel?”

“Yeah.” hummed Brian, hoarse from all the singing and the weariness after the gig. Brian lifted his hand to dip it into Jim’s shirt, tracing his collarbones, looking at him as if he’d hung the moon. “A’ight, babe.” Jim sighed, paid their drinks.

First Jim got up and picked up Brian’s guitar which was in its case with a shoulder strap attached. He hung it over his one shoulder, collecting Brian from the barstool with his other. The blonde was far too wasted to walk on his own and he didn’t even try to carry his own weight. But Jim had no trouble in holding Brian, all the way to the cab outside. He sighed when they were finally in the car, Guitar in the trunk, both men wet cause it was pouring outside.”Fuckin’ shit weather-”

A second after the moment they sat, Brian had his hand in Jim’s lap, eagerly massaging him, kissing his neck. Jim closed his eyes and hummed, tipsy himself it was hard to tell the other to keep his hands away. “Sir? Where to?” the cab driver said. “Westshore hotel.” Jim said, and luckily the driver didn’t ask any further questions and kept all (probably necessary) comments to himself.

They started kissing in the cab, and whenever Brian was as drunk as he was right now, his kisses were hotter than ever. Messy and deep, so passionate it made Jim’s head spin. “Man, you drive me fuckin’ crazy...” Jim sighed with a low chuckle and Brian grinned widely. “Why? You’re damn tasty...” 

Jim had to steer Brian’s hands a little to avoid climaxing in the back of a cab. Not that he had really minded it but he still wanted to avoid missing the chance of banging Brian in his hotel room. Brian was pretty hard to fuck - if he was sober, it was nearly impossible to get him there. It made their wicked game all the more challenging and fun. 

The cab stopped and the driver named the price, Jim’s lips were throbbing when he pulled away from Brian to pay. They left the cab - Jim again carrying Brian to the front door and they landed up against the wall of the building as soon as they were under the roof. They were both wet from the rain but they weren’t freezing in the slightest. Riled up from the gig, the booze, both of them smelling of sweat and alcohol and pomade - it was all a vicious mix that lead them fast into grinding against eachother’s thighs. 

Pressing Brian against the wall, using his entire weight, Jim slowly came to understanding that they both needed to fucking come right here, with the slight chance of hotel guests seeing them anytime, walking outside or into the building. It was a small shame they wouldn’t get further than some dry humping but they both craved it too much to stop now. Too into it. Too drunk. Too much in love.

“Fuck-” Suddenly Brian jolted. It seemed like a thunderbolt had struck him. He jerked and froze, holding his breath all of that just seconds away from Jim’s release. Jim was immediately confused and also concerned, frowning at the other softly. “Wha-” No matter how small Brian was and no matter how tall Jim was, he shoved the other aside to free himself and ran off into the rain.

“What the FUCK, Brian?” Jim yelled, walking a few, slow steps into the rain. He saw how Brian fell in a close distance, his limbs sliding across the asphalt, but he picked himself up and kept running. It took seconds for Brian to be soaked in the rain even though he was wearing a leather jacket. He ran so fast, his lungs started burning.

He couldn’t outrun the cab. What was he thinking? Did he really think he could catch up with a car?

He had fucked up. He had fucking fucked it up. Realising that he fell to his knees, powerless, panting, staring at the yellow car that disappeared in the darkness. He couldn’t feel the rain, suddenly sober even his boner was gone. A few moments later Jim reached him. He was pissed because he couldn’t understand what the fuck was happening.

“Brian?” he asked, unsure how to talk to the other without upsetting him. He knew Brian could be impulsive, loud and moody and that kind of Brian was the least thing he wanted right now. 

“She’s... she’s gone...” Brian said, breathless, his voice breaking. His brows, his lips started shivering. His heart was hurting from all the anger he had for himself. “What?” Jim said, pushing his hands into his soaked pockets. “My guitar...”

“I’ve lost her.”

[shanannigansthebibliophile]

Hey guys!

I’m back with Part 2 of my TBR Tackle! After another successful school drop-off (Again, she didn’t even look back *Sniff), I am going to pick up where I left off yesterday. If you missed Part 1, click here!

Science Fiction & Dystopian

Fly Paper: A Novel by Chris Angus

How do you fight a deadly disease that comes from beyond planet Earth?

When a 2,000-year-old mummy is unearthed in central China, investigators from all over the world fly in to Washington, DC, for a top-secret meeting, hoping to find an answer to its mysterious genetic anomalies.

But the scientists may have mistakenly released a new, deadly disease of extraterrestrial origins in the process of examining the genetic markers of the ancient mummy. The devastating human error causes a worldwide plague—one that penetrates the barriers of the human immune system. Sino expert Eric Logan and archaeologist Dr. Marcia Kessler lead an expedition back to the icy glaciers of China to extract a much older 20,000-year-old mummy, which could help them formulate a cure. Even as they embark on their mission, the strange illness afflicts the people around them, turning men into mindless monsters.

The team retreats to a remote Buddhist monastery and must hold off a vicious army of victims. As they wrestle with the possibility that they may be the last living humans on earth, someone finds an ancient burial object that may hold the key to ending the apocalyptic epidemic . . .

My Thoughts…

Sounds really good right? Well, it was okay but it wasn’t all I had hoped for.

It was well written and engaging enough, but it was missing something. Unfortunately, I can’t quite say what that something is but it left me feeling a bit unsatisfied.

Overall, a decent read with a good premise but had a lackluster ending. As the song says, “That don’t impress me much”.

Rating… C+

The Dreams by Matthew R. Flemming

Waking up in an unknown forest with four strangers, James has an unsettling feeling that the group is not alone. As tension mounts and he finds himself questioning the motives and loyalty of his companions, one of the group members disappears, leaving only a pool of blood behind. It soon becomes clear that something very large and unnatural is in the deep secret places of the forest. And it knows they are there.

My Thoughts…

This was originally a DNF. The first one in a long while. I loved the premise and the cover is brilliant, but it was so messy. Disorganized with way too many words. I hate overly descriptive writing!

This what I put on Goodreads:

DNF: Good premise by lacking proper execution. I couldn’t stick with it.

REVISED…

OK I finished it but only because I needed to know how these poor suckers ended up here. I still maintain my original opinion.

Yes, I went back and finished because I felt bad. It did not get any better!

Rating… D-

Ghost Virus by Graham Masterson

The girl had been staring into her mirror all morning before she picked up the small bottle of sulphuric acid and poured it over her forehead.

Samira was a young woman with her whole life ahead of her. What could have brought her to this? DC Jerry Pardoe and DS Jamila Patel of Tooting Police suspect it’s suicide. But then a meek husband kills his wife, and the headteacher of the local school throws her pupils out of a window. It’s no longer a random outbreak of horrific crimes. It’s a deadly virus. And it’s spreading. Somehow, ordinary Londoners are being infected with an insatiable lust to murder. All of the killers were wearing second-hand clothes. Could these garments be possessed by some supernatural force?

The death count is multiplying. Now Jerry and Jamila must defeat the ghost virus, before they are all infected…

My Thoughts…

This book is hard to classify. It’s a little bit sci-fi, a little procedural, with a paranormal backbone. The premise is a bit misleading, which I guess is the point but I thought I was going to be reading a good plague story.

I loved everything about this book until the origin of the virus is revealed. Then I was like, “WTF? Are you kidding me?” And not in a good way. It’s just so silly! Here I was thinking that this book had everything. Suspense, gore, mysterious virus, and then the author went and ruined it for me.

Maybe you will like it and won’t find the ending ridiculous. You’ll have to make that decision for yourselves.

Rating… C

Blue Skin: A Dystopian Vampire Thriller (Book #1) by Steven Jenkins

The world has turned inward, away from the sun, in the wake of a mysterious disease that has altered the human race. No longer able to bear healthy human children, our mothers and daughters have brought vampire-like hybrids into the world, and with it a new order. Now that reproduction has been banned, those left with young children face a terrible and devastating decision – turn your babies over to the government or pay the price. For young Freya, keeping her brother hidden is the only real option.

Enemies of the state, Freya must stand between her family and the forces of a fearful world. Although her brother may not be human, there is little else separating her and those of the blue skin.

Choices will be made. Lines will be drawn. The battle for humanity has only just begun.

BLUE SKIN is the first book in a 5 part vampire dystopian, thriller horror series.

My Thoughts…

Ooh I really enjoyed this book and the follow-up, Blue Skin: Book #2 that was released this past May. Good vampire stories are really hard to come by these days since the genre was drowned in vamp tales due to the Twilight phenomenon.

Blue Skin however, is an interesting mix of vampire and apocalyptic. The fact that the vampires are children make it especially horrifying.

Great writing, a unique plot and a strong female protagonist make this book appealing to all sorts of readers. I’m looking forward to reading more in this series!

Rating… A+

Contemporary Fiction & YA Fiction

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (Books 1-3) by Jenny Han

To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before is the story of Lara Jean, who has never openly admitted her crushes, but instead wrote each boy a letter about how she felt, sealed it, and hid it in a box under her bed. But one day Lara Jean discovers that somehow her secret box of letters has been mailed, causing all her crushes from her past to confront her about the letters: her first kiss, the boy from summer camp, even her sister’s ex-boyfriend, Josh. As she learns to deal with her past loves face to face, Lara Jean discovers that something good may come out of these letters after all

P.S. I Still Love You

Lara Jean didn’t expect to really fall for Peter. She and Peter were just pretending. Except suddenly they weren’t. Now Lara Jean is more confused than ever. When another boy from her past returns to her life, Lara Jean’s feelings for him return too. Can a girl be in love with two boys at once?

Always and Forever, Lara Jean

Lara Jean is having the best senior year.

And there’s still so much to look forward to: a class trip to New York City, prom with her boyfriend Peter, Beach Week after graduation, and her dad’s wedding to Ms. Rothschild. Then she’ll be off to college with Peter, at a school close enough for her to come home and bake chocolate chip cookies on the weekends.

Life couldn’t be more perfect!

At least, that’s what Lara Jean thinks . . . until she gets some unexpected news.

Now the girl who dreads change must rethink all her plans—but when your heart and your head are saying two different things, which one should you listen to?

My Thoughts…

I’m lumping all 3 of these books together, not because they don’t deserve individual reviews (They totally do!), but because I read them all together, one right after the other like a big novel.

Why you ask? Well I watched the Netflix movie of course, and fell in love! (Read review)

As soon as the credits rolled, I quickly purchased all 3 books and had myself a lovely binge read. All 3 were fantastic! Nostalgia inducing, charming, adorable, and funny. I really enjoyed them and I’m happy with how the author ended the trilogy.

Want to hear something crazy though? I liked the movie more and something tells me I’m not the only one.

The actors had such great chemistry! ‘Lara Jean’ and ‘Peter’ were so good together on screen which added a whole new dimension to the story. Honestly, they made the story and I really hope the other books get movies too.

Rating… A+’s all around!

Girl in Pieces by Kathleen Glasgow

Charlotte Davis is in pieces. At seventeen she’s already lost more than most people lose in a lifetime. But she’s learned how to forget. The broken glass washes away the sorrow until there is nothing but calm. You don’t have to think about your father and the river. Your best friend, who is gone forever. Or your mother, who has nothing left to give you.

Every new scar hardens Charlie’s heart just a little more, yet it still hurts so much. It hurts enough to not care anymore, which is sometimes what has to happen before you can find your way back from the edge.

My Thoughts…

Warning: Major Triggers! Mental illness, Abuse, Addiction, Self-harm, Suicide, and Disturbing Scenes (Just to name a few).

I would give this AMAZING book 6 stars if I could! It’s riveting, evocative, heart-wrenching and incredibly illuminating. It’s not the easiest book to read but if you can stomach the darkness, it’s a brilliant story about survival and self-discovery. The protagonist ‘Charlie’ will take you on one hell of a journey but it’s worth it. Just be prepared to feel every emotion on the spectrum.

Honestly, I have nothing negative to say. I truly loved it, if that’s the right word, and can’t recommend it enough!

Rating… A+++

Well, I’ve caught up a ton with these two posts. They’re certainly some of the longest posts I’ve ever written lol. Like I said before, I had really gotten behind with my writing but I’ve never stopped reading (I’m 18 books ahead on my yearly Goodreads challenge) and I never will. 

I’d love to hear your thoughts on these books, especially if you’ve read them.

Until next time!

      #TBR Tackle & Mini Reviews (Part 2) #BookBlogger #BookReviews #Books #AmReading #BookHaul #Thriller #Romance #YA Hey guys! I'm back with Part 2 of my TBR Tackle! After another successful school drop-off (Again, she didn't even look back *Sniff), I am going to pick up where I left off yesterday.

[sarahburness]

An Improbable Story of Healing and a Girl with a Wand

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ~Maya Angelou

It’s the worry, I think. The constant worry. Is she safe? Will she make the right choices? Will she find a young man that will cherish and support her? The worry is always there. It never leaves.

She recently visited Los Angeles for the first time. A business trip. She had a few hours to kill. What to do? The Wizarding World Of Harry Potter! The girl is not shy. Flying solo would not be a problem.

Later that night I get the call. The hot topic was how to properly pick out a wand. She even texted me a visual aid. And apparently, she’s a Ravenclaw. A “sorting hat” made that determination.

I could have sworn she was Gryffindor!

Yep. Two nerds. Later that evening, I get another text, “Goodnight, Old Man.” I respond with, “Goodnight, Dweeb.” Our banter always brings a big smile to my face.

The thing that hit me so hard about that conversation was her innocence. She’s twenty-seven years of age and yet that precious part of her remains.

My armor is old and unyielding. Well worn from decades of struggle. But with her, all that melts away.

Her innocence brought tears to my eyes. Like a toddler falling for the first time. A primal flood of emotion. The kind you can’t run from.

I was never supposed to have a twenty-seven-year-old in my life. It was never supposed to happen. Now what? I mean, okay, fine, feel the feels. But this went way beyond emotions. Feelings.

I had become a role model. A guardian of sorts. This was never supposed to happen. Not to a guy like me. I was cut from a different cloth.

My father’s version of parenting began with a right hook and ended with bruises. His rage, the look in his eyes, was terrifying. And my mom, in spite of her good heart, was an alcoholic nearing the end.

She died of cancer when I was just twenty-eight. Ten years later, my father passed. I got the news from Google. A random search done on a whim. I had not seen him in over twenty years.

This was my life. The only life I had ever known.

Losing my mom was tough, for sure. But more than anything, it was a relief. I know that sounds horrible but it was. Even more so with my dad. I was finally free. The burden had been lifted. The darkness was no more.

That was the cloth I inherited.

So I had to go it alone.

I would make my own luck. I would craft new DNA. Whatever the price, I was willing to pay it. Which helped me to break down walls. Healing? Not so much.

By age thirty, I was making six figures without a degree. I’ve run ad agencies, been a top-tier management consultant. I’ve directed and produced two short films and a play.

I rose above the right hook.

I rose above the mother that was never there. I rose above the odds that predicted my doom. Which brings us back to the spirited young lady in my life.

Brooke had wrapped up college and was about to enter the workforce. It was not going well. Friends suggested a trade agreement. Brooke’s legendary organizing skills for a few coaching sessions.

No big deal. A little pro bono work.

A few months in, her walls collapsed. All the pain and fear. Years of struggles. Tears running down her cheeks. There she was standing before me. All of her.

It took me a few days to process everything. Being a caretaker? To a twenty-two-year-old girl? The Universe was clearly stoned. How else to explain it? I had no answers.

But as each day passed, my resolve deepened.

Someone had to stand up for this girl and that someone had to be me. Because, you know, an almost fifty-year-old single man, mentoring a single twenty-two-year-old girl, that doesn’t throw up any red flags!

My life is rarely boring.

I still believed this would be a no-brainer. Easy breezy. Provide some counsel. Buy an occasional lunch. Help Brooke on her journey.

Like I said, no big deal.

Our brokenness is always there, beneath the surface. Stirring. Churning. Waiting to heal. It just takes the right set of ingredients. The right circumstances.

For me, that was a 5’4” twenty-seven-year-old with a Harry Potter wand in her hand.

It’s actually kind of perfect, given the people involved. As the years passed, the trust between us grew. And she started opening up. The real stuff. Career. Boys. Life. Roommates. Money. Insecurities. We talked about everything. Still do.

Which included calling her out when need be. That always felt odd. She’s not my spawn but at times, I seriously have to wonder.

I took all the calls when her world collapsed. I occasionally cooked her breakfast, which included insane amounts of bacon. We started going to movies and just hanging out.

And more of my armor fell. Piece by piece.

And more her armor fell. Piece by piece.

Then I noticed something. Several somethings, actually.

She was doing a lot better. She was growing into a confident, successful young woman. And she would emulate me. Which was kind of crazy. And totally awesome.

I had to be a legit role model. Holy crap!

And then the check-in phone calls and texts started happening. She needed a comforting voice. My voice. I had become that voice. Wait! What? When did that happen? And wow, that happened?!

It was all very humbling and beautiful.

When the holidays rolled around last year, we decided to meet for breakfast and exchange gifts. Kerbey Lane, an Austin favorite. It was my turn to rip open presents.

I knew it was a book. You always know when it’s a book. But this was no ordinary book, this was Tsugele’s Broom, a favorite from her childhood.

And it came with very specific instructions.

The book told the story of an independent young woman in search of a good man. Brooke’s instructions were simple. When I believed she had found such a man, I was to return the book.

What the hell was happening? More tears welled up. Is it always like this?

I was suddenly overcome by a profound need to immediately hug her. Unfortunately, that almost resulted in me knocking over our table. A gymnast, I am not.

A few people looked up. I blushed. She had a good laugh.

This young woman. This dweeb.

I love her so very much. And I worry.

Adulting. Right?

Wow, that’s happening.

The right-hook childhood. The dark trauma of my youth. All that stuff is slowly healing. Beneath the surface. The deep kind of healing. A soul scrub of sorts.

And so it is with her.

I get to watch that happen. I get to be a part of that process.

Because as it turns out, I am cut from a cloth that can protect. I am cut from a cloth that can love and not abuse.

That is the cloth I wear now.

And it took a Ravenclaw for me to see it!

Which is not to say that it’s all roses. There is still work to be done. And we’re finding those answers together. One moment at time. Two imperfect nerds finding their way.

A middle-aged man. A twenty-seven year-old-girl with a wand.

In this life, I got to be an almost dad.

Ya know?

It’s kind of a big deal.

In my final moments, whenever they may come, I’ll remember Brooke’s first tears. The tears that called me out. And the fact that I answered that call.

There is so much more to you than you could ever realize. Seriously. It’s true. So answer the call. Whatever that may look like for you. Answer the call.

Find the cloth you thought impossible to wear.

Because it’s down there. Somewhere.

Keep looking.

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Prince Rupert advises that the following Blogs and Vlogs can change the ‘ugly face’ of British Politics and his Highness ‘the Executioner’ Prince Rupert of the Rhine is not referring that the replacement of Theresa May has anything to do with her being an ‘ugly face’ but the true picture of Parliaments chronic catastrophic failure to ever offer a ‘good virtuous thing’ to the majority of the British People since 1688 whilst greasing the deep offshore and hidden wealth of the tax-avoiding Elite super-rich and their financial sponges the corporations and in particular your ‘bankrupt’ Banks who are fleeing the City for the relative safety of communist countries of the far east NOW that Capitalism has collapsed leaving the 99% bankrupt and in debt and your Government is lying to you for they too are bankrupt hanging on to Austerity as Theresa May conducts £2trillion Saudi Arabian arms sale deals whilst the Bank of England squanders our heritage with Quantative easing which = printing invented binary digits on H.M. Government computers knowing that purchasing power is lost and hyperinflation follows the stagflation hoping that Trump allows the Federal Reserve to continue issuing debt and that ‘YOU’ the people continue to have the wool pulled over your eyes and you continue as suffering subject slaves of your true Governing Body, your overall commanders; THE ILLUMINATI as Theresa May only leads their puppets and like a mind controlled cloned career politician spouts lies and conducts false flags in order to keep ‘YOU’ in fear and under control by their being given credence every 4 years or so by ‘YOU’ actually voting in the façade for the enemy of the state successive governments who take power via only 33.3% of the electorate voting for them even though the Tories fiddle the elections via ‘Rotten Boroughs’ that are Tory Blue-Bloodline new town builds and other under hand methods that you will uncover once you come to your senses start believing that the conspiracies are usually true. The main conspiracies you need to pay attention to is the    http://agenda21news.com/2014/07/agenda-21-dummies-new-world-order-depopulation-exposed/  UN Agenda 21 Depopulation by extermination of 95% of the world’s population   https://youtu.be/bMeXSlGJZYc and Codex Alimentarius removing all nutrients from the world’s food supply which is held in the hands of US Chemical giant corporations who also produce the ‘napsalm’ type poisons for the google ‘chemtrails’ exposed as your DNA is turned to goo under instructions from the shadow US government who carry out the #OBAMAPLAN led H.A.R.R.P. WMD weather control program responsible for the ferocity of recent storms in the GULF of MEXICO & HAARP, UN, USA SHOCKING NEWS HEADLINES:

http://www.globalresearch.ca/haarp-secret-weapon-used-for-weather-modification-electromagnetic-warfare/20407  WAKE UP use google search before Theresa May closes it down as O’Google refuse to bail out the bankrupt UK government joining all US megacorpse you think who refuse to pay their tax bills which includes the Pariahs; Apple, Microsoft, Facebook, Twitter, Intel et al based in Dublin and Luxembourg yet doing their business in UK. NHS the National Hell Service is bankrupt and the King’s fund has declared it ‘not fit for purpose’ and the Red Cross has declared the NHS an International disaster zone and have begun working in every UK Hospital to do the work that NHS employees can’t manage and the NHS is the 4th largest employer in the world and the largest employer in Europe and it is a one stop hell hole to the Graveyard as not one #BigPharma Pharmaceutical drug works to cure a disease most of which are invented, manufactured and patented by the US Government as part of the UN depopulation programme because drug industry USA is the business of death where instead of cures they prolong life so they sell more drugs you still die as there is nothing a Doctor can do but prescribe drugs and the real natural cures homeopathy is banned by the NHS on behalf of #BigPharma who bung Doctors backhanders to prescribe expensive drugs that are not needed because no pharmaceutical drug is needed they don’t work, social care is defunct and the Labour Party conference promise to borrow and spend £312 Billion when the present Government is bankrupt and its ‘YOU’ who owes the money and will have to pay it back and you won’t see any benefit you poor souls are being lied to because your mind controlled in the US Government MATRIX and you feed the Reptile Aliens in underground bunkers in the US and Alaska with human consciousness and your NRG because dear children of GOD the Lord Jesus Christ says so and he rules ya so buckle up and be revolting like wot the Elite think you are and follow the saviour to glory and be a rebel with a cause save your own life sign the petition. And the Government show you they don’t represent the people as the peoples referendum was #Brexit but they fail to execute your will and the travesty of injustice where the peoples vote = #BREXIT continues to dominate the Hollywood media rags that feed you fake news to keep you occupied while they conduct Illuminati depopulation Agenda 21 and look where you are still paying the 21% VAT which was sold to us to cover our levy to join the great powerhouse of the world the 4th Reich German Empire puppets called the E.E.C. which I have my Horus eye on because if we had left Europe as we voted to the morning after the voting con of the century #THE PEOPLES REFERENDUM as your government and parliament lied to you as hindsight is a great teller; WE NEVER LEFT as the Tories laugh at you from their west end clubs with their Euro holiday homes as they fiddle their expenses time and time again but keep you in the dark under national security legislation and when the not so honourable David Cameron fell on Boris Johnson’s Brexit sword before seeing that his people were shepherded safely away from the EEC New World Order Globalist cabal of genocidal maniacs in M+S suits of the European parliament Illuminati puppet show leaving you fixed firmly on a depopulation programme of destruction of the human race. The government is an elite place of corruption so you have to do battle Vs Evik ROYALIST NEWS; Intergalactic Federation of Light channel Mount Olympus Pantheon of Gods + Goddesses; http://royalistnews.horusisisosirisfellowship.org   The time is right for Her Majesty the Queen to take over full legislative and administrative control over the United Kingdom and Parliament returns to its original purpose; TAX Collecting and they need not step outside of the Clubs, Secret Societies and guests of the Lord Mayors Dinner in the City of London to collect back taxes from the 313 Illuminati bloodline families going back to the so called beginning of the Roman Empire for the Empire HAS never succeeded to elected Governments of corruption and is in fact the Ruler of the Universe AUGUSTUS CAESAR now returning to the World to correct some anomalies like why has GODS Divine Right of Kings clause to your wellbeing not continued round about the Parliamentarians rewriting of the Holy Bible and confuting GODS word into an Agenda for Babylon the Catholic Church where latest police figures conclude 1 in a 100 priests are paedophiles and your government is at it too:  https://youtu.be/qR0PYzPpTq4  ~ Enough; support the following and get ready to sign the petitions to dissolve Parliament and take like a dose of salts ~ once tried never forgotten! Comment, share, wake up, revolt, Sir Geoffrey Boycott, protest, reclaim yourselves as Sovereign Beings ‘God’s gift’ free will thinkers, this is now officially the New Age of Aquarius and the dark evil alien reptilians of the Illuminati can’t stay in the open long enough to argue with a mass of revolting humans. And you will be sick to the stomach when you wake up to the Elite technocrat’s treatment of your children for they are paedophiles; ROYALIST NEWS; Intergalactic Federation of Light CHANNEL Mount Olympus Pantheon of Gods Goddesses

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Search youtube.com for videos; ILLUMINATI BLOODLINES: Sacrifice and Ritual Abuse of Children + CIA Deathbed Confession by RichieFromBoston @youtube.com CELEBRITY SECRETS + The Price of Fame + When Satan Gets the Last Laugh on Celebrities + Celebs who are crazy in real life by HollyHood as ‘YOU’ need to let go of your false idols from the celeb culture, remember there is NO GOD before YHVH YEHOVAH ELOHIM GOD the one and only.

DAVID ICKE FANCLUB ANTI REPTILLIAN ALIENS + ILLUMINATI EXPOSED;

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Dear Ones I AM JESUS CHRIST YOUR MESSIAH ~ #ACHTUNG There is a snake in the grass & it is your perpetual belief that anyone or anybody who likes like a Hollywood ideal of a ‘politician’ can stand up on a controlled mass media news channel and say “hump a tree” and you all queue up saying yes sir, yes sir 3 bags full sir and lump it and you have lost your sovereignty your sovereign being because your so called government are not making the decisions over their policy they are puppets of the United Nations and the UN WHO have allowed a ;no known cure; ‘pandemic’ of CHOLERA get out of control in Sierra Leone and I have just rushed out of the Birkbeck Science labs with a cure in 24 hours while for 217 years the American Government since inventing it have failed to find proving to me that #BIGPHARMA are using this outbreak as a mask for a GLOBAL VACCINATION MONEYSPINNER so I CONCLUDE AMERICAN GOVERNMENTS PATENT THE DISEASE INVENTED IN THEIR LABS IN ORDER FOR #BIGPHARMA TO PRODUCE A VACCINATION PROGRAM 4 PROFIT TRAVESTY SO THE CURE IS as follows;

All in situ water to be passed thru bacteriostatic carbon

Supermarkets and Nestle to donate clean bottled mineral water for drinking with added Himilayan Pink Salts and Persian Blue Sea Salts

Immodium tablets

Rehydration drinks e.g. Lucozade Sport Isotonic

Napoleon Brandy eau-de-vie + Scotch Whiskey water-of-life

Tinned & Tetra pak soups + Army kitchen overseas campaign fresh organic bread

MOD ration packs with Hex stove tablets

Do not vaccinate anyone it does not work and will make you more sicko long term than CHOLERA

Raw Organic Garlic + Wild Garlic

Yogi Tea Stomach Ease + PG Tips + Yorkshire Tea + Fresh Lemons

#DIURETICS ARE TEA

Shovels, spades, firelighters for all contaminated products

REMOVE ALL UN PERSONNEL TO A CONCENTRATION CAMP FOR GLOBAL SAFETY OF THEIR ENEMY ~ ‘HUMANS’ as this fiasco is part of UN Agenda 21 + Making Orphans for UNICEF personnel and Special Ambassadors to #PEDOGATE #PIZZAGATE in ‘JESUS has got your numbers on his target hit list’ + Apollo is Facebook @PEDOHUNTA

Contact; #MEZZANINE 0044+(0)1892891825

Brand; http://jesuschristandtaylorswiftcharitabletrust.org  

http://royalrevolutionparty.co.uk

The Satanic Agenda of the United Nations Exposed

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Capitol Records UK owe Jesus $4.4 million can they pay? YES THEY CAN because the Merovingian council of 13 members are in possession of the whole damn file on KATY PERRY Inc inc CAPITOL UNIVERSAL et al and a copy is loaded in PEDOHUNTAS LRAC ROCKET LAUNCHER AIMED TRUMP TOWERS } LAPDHQ } MAINSTREAM MEDIA

 Prince Rupert is a fully paid up member of; The Royal Restoration Party S.A. and The Royal Revolution Party S.A. and the Royalists. royalrevolutionpartysa@gmail.com

http://royalrevolutionparty.blogspot.com

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https://www.facebook.com@royalrevolutionpartysa

https://www.facebook.com/@royalrestorationpartysa

https://www.facebook.com/@Theroyalrestorationpartysa

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 (under construction ready remember remember the 5th of November) @GUYFAWKESbonfireandfireworksociety #WestminsterDivision

horuswedjateye@gmail.com

http://horusfellowship.tumblr.com

https://societeyeofhorus.tumblr.com

http://societeyeofhorus.blogspot.com

https://www.twitter.com/@horusisisfello3Â Â  

https://www.twitter.com/@GOD777horus

https://www.twitter.com/@HorusFellowship   

https://www.twitter.com/@horusgod11Katy1Â Â Â  

https://www.facebook.com/page/@thesocieteyeofhorussa

https://www.facebook.com/group/@thesocieteyeofhorussa

The Royalists are grateful to GOD KING HORUS; GOD of WAR and https://www.facebook.com/@aresgodofwar  too, it is fruitless for parliament to resist as god plays his trump card and GOD King Pharaoh Thoth Amun-Rara the magnificent http://godkingthoth.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/@AmunRara

https://www.facebook.com/@Amun_rara

https://www.facebook.com/.@Amon-ReOfThebesAncientEgyptAmun-Ra

becomes a member too. And divinely leading party worker Lord Jesus Christ the Messiah 2nd coming http://lordjesuschristmessiah.blogspot.com https@//www.twitter.com/@christjes1 urges his followers to dissolve Parliament backed up by Jesus’s wife Mary Magdalene https://www.facebook.com/@CharitableTrustofMaryMagdaleneGB  

The Queen Persephone joins in http://persephonedivinemother.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/@Persephone

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goddessqueenpersephonesowl@gmail.com  and Goddess Demeter Mother Earth https://persephonedivinemother.blogspot.co.uk/2017/09/greek-gods-demeter-goddess-of-harvest.html

The following back the Royal Revolution & declare the Conservative Party ‘unelectable in perpetuity’;

https://facebook.com/@CambridgeUniversityConservativeAssociationThinkTank contact; Prince Rupert of the Rhine

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https://www.facebook.com/@OxfordUniversityConservativeAssociationThinkTank contact; King of the Jews Jesus Christ of Westminster & Palestine (The Grim Reaper of Modern Politics & Politicians)

oxforduniconservativeassn@gmail.com

https://www.twitter.com/@OxonCantabLon

https://www.twitter.com/@CUCAthinktank https://UniversityofCambridgefriendsofO.U.C.A.Think-Tank  Founder Member; OSIRIS of the ISIS https@//www.facebook.com/@OxfordUniversityDepartmentofContinuingEducationOUDCEPhilosphySociety https://www/facebook.com/@OSIRIStheOxfordUniversityBoatClubontheISIS  Â

https://www.twitter.com/@OxfordConsOUCA

https://www.facebook.com/@FriendsofOUCAOxfordUniversityConservativeAssociation

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  Prince Rupert's wife is Queen of POP Katy Perry <3:xD Katheryn Hudson the Queen ISIS and she is behind The Royal Restoration Party S.A. in every-way and she is a UK citizen a previous marriage refugee and prime motivator in seeing 'old England isn't done for' yet and loves her old man and is a chief doner to all our causes and offers our 'movement' the full support of $500,000,000 emergency British peoples bail outta the bread queue fund as KATY SAYS HER CHILDREN CAN EAT CAKE IF THE GOVERNMENT CANT SUPPLY FRESH BREAD IF THE TRUE FINANCIAL PICTURE OF PRISON PLANET TV IS RIGHT ITS BREAD QUEUE NEXT

https://www.facebook.com/@KatyCatHudsonFoundation.co.uk Â

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http://queenisiscult.blogspot.com  http://isiscult.blogspot.com http://isiscultsa.blogspot.com katycatqueenisis@hotmail.com  and Apollo & Aphrodite http://apolloandaphrodite.blogspot.com  https://www.twitter.com/@apollo_isis

https://www.facebook.com/@ApolloPhoebusGODofMUSICLyricsProphecy

https://www.facebook.com/@GoddessAphroditeKatyHudsonKatyPerry”Cythera”   https://www.facebook.com/@ISISOfficialPartnershipTheRoyalRestorationPartySA  ‘her total contribution is only half of what she offers’ in #HolySpirit for Katy is http://www.tumblr.com/blog/MaryofMigdal  Mary Magdalene elevated to Ascended Master status and her joint contribution with her son and husband; https://www.facebook.com/pages/MaryofBethanyMaryMagdaleneMaryofMagdolaJesus’sWife

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horusisisosiris999@gmail.com

horusisisfellowship@gmail.com

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https://www.facebook.com/@SocieteyeofHorusS.A.

https://www.facebook.com/@HorustheEldersWedjetEye

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https://www.facebook.com/@HorustheElderGodKingofCreation

https://www.facebook.com/@HorustheYoungerGodKingofCreation  

https://www.facebook.com/@HorusFellowshipdotorg#HoruscultAncientMysteryReligions

as His Royal Highness Ascended Master HORUS GOD KING of EGYPT allies his standard of the middle east in supporting the Royal Revolution Party S.A. and brings his Armies to the Kentish man countryside to share the work of the Cavaliers as GOD OF WAR. The Societeye of Horus S.A. +Queen Ha-Mashiach

https://www.facebook.com/secretgroup/@theroyalrestorationpartysa Â

Campaign party who wish to dissolve Parliament for ever and to return the UK to an absolute monarchy. We are calling for a people’s referendum to decide if the UK should continue rule by Parliament or ask Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland to take over from Parliament and to rule by divine right.

Party C.E.O. Rt Hon Lord Rumary of Chelmswood Dip (Oxon). N.H.A.P.

https://www.twitter.com/@DipOxon  

https://www.twitter.com/@LordElect

https//www/twitter.com/@NY_Rumary  

https://www.twitter.com/@LA_Rumary Â

http://stjohnthestrictbaptist.blogspot.com

https://www.twitter.com/@lordchelmswood   

http://lordjohnrumary.stjohnstrictbaptist.foundation Â

https://www.facebook.com/@JESUSCHRISTofPALESTINEÂ  (John Rumary)Â Â  

The most IMPORTANT support comes from the King of the Gods the mighty ZEUS KING of the GODS because WORLD your Mothers and THE Father are about to give the Ma’at to their children that is ‘YOU’ whoever you think you are because this is pre-ordained so ‘stand to attention and do as you are told your Devils party is all over’.

https://www.twitter.com/@lordgodzeus

http://zeus.horusisisosirisfellowship.org

https://www.facebook.com/@KatyCatKingZeus

http://zeuspantheon.horusisisosirisfellowship.org

https://www.facebook.com/@HorusIsisOsirisFellowshipdotorg

and ZEUS speaks for humanity as the https://www.facebook.com/@KatyCatKingZeusTheGodfather  

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ZEUS and the PANTHEON of MOUNT OLYMPUS

http://zeuspantheon.blogspot.com

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https://www.facebook.com/@Zeus&DemeterSkygodsofHeavenlinktoTheRoyalRestorationPartySA

https://www.twitter.com/@WuTangClan

 ‘forever’

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 Prince Rupert will lay waste to Parliament by petition 5/11/2017 http://princerupertoftherhinescavalry.blogspot.com Facebook + Twitter + tumblr if you are 'revolting' help lay waste to Parliament email; princerupertcavalier@gmail.com https://www.twitter.com/@PrinceRupert20

Prince Rupert advises that the following Blogs and Vlogs can change the ‘ugly face’ of British Politics and his Highness ‘the Executioner’ Prince Rupert of the Rhine is not referring that the replacement of Theresa May has anything to do with her being an ‘ugly face’ but the true picture of Parliaments chronic catastrophic failure to ever offer a ‘good virtuous thing’ to the majority of the British People since 1688 whilst greasing the deep offshore and hidden wealth of the tax-avoiding Elite super-rich and their financial sponges the corporations and in particular your ‘bankrupt’ Banks who are fleeing the City for the relative safety of communist countries of the far east NOW that Capitalism has collapsed leaving the 99% bankrupt and in debt and your Government is lying to you for they too are bankrupt hanging on to Austerity as Theresa May conducts £2trillion Saudi Arabian arms sale deals whilst the Bank of England squanders our heritage with Quantative easing which = printing invented binary digits on H.M. Government computers knowing that purchasing power is lost and hyperinflation follows the stagflation hoping that Trump allows the Federal Reserve to continue issuing debt and that ‘YOU’ the people continue to have the wool pulled over your eyes and you continue as suffering subject slaves of your true Governing Body, your overall commanders; THE ILLUMINATI as Theresa May only leads their puppets and like a mind controlled cloned career politician spouts lies and conducts false flags in order to keep ‘YOU’ in fear and under control by their being given credence every 4 years or so by ‘YOU’ actually voting in the façade for the enemy of the state successive governments who take power via only 33.3% of the electorate voting for them even though the Tories fiddle the elections via ‘Rotten Boroughs’ that are Tory Blue-Bloodline new town builds and other under hand methods that you will uncover once you come to your senses start believing that the conspiracies are usually true. The main conspiracies you need to pay attention to is the    http://agenda21news.com/2014/07/agenda-21-dummies-new-world-order-depopulation-exposed/  UN Agenda 21 Depopulation by extermination of 95% of the world’s population   https://youtu.be/bMeXSlGJZYc and Codex Alimentarius removing all nutrients from the world’s food supply which is held in the hands of US Chemical giant corporations who also produce the ‘napsalm’ type poisons for the google ‘chemtrails’ exposed as your DNA is turned to goo under instructions from the shadow US government who carry out the #OBAMAPLAN led H.A.R.R.P. WMD weather control program responsible for the ferocity of recent storms in the GULF of MEXICO & HAARP, UN, USA SHOCKING NEWS HEADLINES:

http://www.globalresearch.ca/haarp-secret-weapon-used-for-weather-modification-electromagnetic-warfare/20407 WAKE UP use google search before Theresa May closes it down as O’Google refuse to bail out the bankrupt UK government joining all US megacorpse you think who refuse to pay their tax bills which includes the Pariahs; Apple, Microsoft, Facebook, Twitter, Intel et al based in Dublin and Luxembourg yet doing their business in UK. NHS the National Hell Service is bankrupt and the King’s fund has declared it ‘not fit for purpose’ and the Red Cross has declared the NHS an International disaster zone and have begun working in every UK Hospital to do the work that NHS employees can’t manage and the NHS is the 4th largest employer in the world and the largest employer in Europe and it is a one stop hell hole to the Graveyard as not one #BigPharma Pharmaceutical drug works to cure a disease most of which are invented, manufactured and patented by the US Government as part of the UN depopulation programme because drug industry USA is the business of death where instead of cures they prolong life so they sell more drugs you still die as there is nothing a Doctor can do but prescribe drugs and the real natural cures homeopathy is banned by the NHS on behalf of #BigPharma who bung Doctors backhanders to prescribe expensive drugs that are not needed because no pharmaceutical drug is needed they don’t work, social care is defunct and the Labour Party conference promise to borrow and spend £312 Billion when the present Government is bankrupt and its ‘YOU’ who owes the money and will have to pay it back and you won’t see any benefit you poor souls are being lied to because your mind controlled in the US Government MATRIX and you feed the Reptile Aliens in underground bunkers in the US and Alaska with human consciousness and your NRG because dear children of GOD the Lord Jesus Christ says so and he rules ya so buckle up and be revolting like wot the Elite think you are and follow the saviour to glory and be a rebel with a cause save your own life sign the petition. And the Government show you they don’t represent the people as the peoples referendum was #Brexit but they fail to execute your will and the travesty of injustice where the peoples vote = #BREXIT continues to dominate the Hollywood media rags that feed you fake news to keep you occupied while they conduct Illuminati depopulation Agenda 21 and look where you are still paying the 21% VAT which was sold to us to cover our levy to join the great powerhouse of the world the 4th Reich German Empire puppets called the E.E.C. which I have my Horus eye on because if we had left Europe as we voted to the morning after the voting con of the century #THE PEOPLES REFERENDUM as your government and parliament lied to you as hindsight is a great teller; WE NEVER LEFT as the Tories laugh at you from their west end clubs with their Euro holiday homes as they fiddle their expenses time and time again but keep you in the dark under national security legislation and when the not so honourable David Cameron fell on Boris Johnson’s Brexit sword before seeing that his people were shepherded safely away from the EEC New World Order Globalist cabal of genocidal maniacs in M+S suits of the European parliament Illuminati puppet show leaving you fixed firmly on a depopulation programme of destruction of the human race. ROYALIST NEWS; Intergalactic Federation of Light channel Mount Olympus Pantheon of Gods + Goddesses; http://royalistnews.horusisisosirisfellowship.org  The time is right for Her Majesty the Queen to take over full legislative and administrative control over the United Kingdom and Parliament returns to its original purpose; TAX Collecting and they need not step outside of the Clubs, Secret Societies and guests of the Lord Mayors Dinner in the City of London to collect back taxes from the 313 Illuminati bloodline families going back to the so called beginning of the Roman Empire for the Empire HAS never succeeded to elected Governments of corruption and is in fact the Ruler of the Universe AUGUSTUS CAESAR now returning to the World to correct some anomalies like why has GODS Divine Right of Kings clause to your wellbeing not continued round about the Parliamentarians rewriting of the Holy Bible and confuting GODS word into an Agenda for Babylon the Catholic Church where latest police figures conclude 1 in a 100 priests are paedophiles ~ Enough; support the following and get ready to sign the petitions to dissolve Parliament and take like a dose of salts ~ once tried never forgotten! Comment, share, wake up, revolt, Sir Geoffrey Boycott, protest, reclaim yourselves as Sovereign Beings ‘God’s gift’ free will thinkers, this is now officially the New Age of Aquarius and the dark evil alien reptilians of the Illuminati can’t stay in the open long enough to argue with a mass of revolting humans. And you will be sick to the stomach when you wake up to the Elite technocrat’s treatment of your children for they are paedophiles; ROYALIST NEWS; Intergalactic Federation of Light CHANNEL Mount Olympus Pantheon of Gods Goddesses

http://royalistnews.horusisisosirisfellowship.org/2017/09/banned-in-britain-uk-government-are.html

Search youtube.com for videos; ILLUMINATI BLOODLINES: Sacrifice and Ritual Abuse of Children + CIA Deathbed Confession by RichieFromBoston @youtube.com CELEBRITY SECRETS + The Price of Fame + When Satan Gets the Last Laugh on Celebrities + Celebs who are crazy in real life by HollyHood as ‘YOU’ need to let go of your false idols from the celeb culture, remember there is NO GOD before YHVH YEHOVAH ELOHIM GOD the one and only.

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 Prince Rupert is a fully paid up member of; The Royal Restoration Party S.A. and The Royal Revolution Party S.A. and the Royalists. royalrevolutionpartysa@gmail.com

http://royalrevolutionparty.blogspot.com

http://royalrevolutionpartysa.blogspot.com

https://www.facebook.com@royalrevolutionpartysa

https://www.facebook.com/@royalrestorationpartysa

https://www.facebook.com/@Theroyalrestorationpartysa

https://www.facebook.com/@TheRoyalRevolutionPartySA/group  (under construction ready remember remember the 5th of November) @GUYFAWKESbonfireandfireworksociety #WestminsterDivision

horuswedjateye@gmail.com

http://horusfellowship.tumblr.com

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http://societeyeofhorus.blogspot.com

https://www.twitter.com/@horusisisfello3Â Â

https://www.twitter.com/@GOD777horus

https://www.twitter.com/@HorusFellowship Â

https://www.twitter.com/@horusgod11Katy1Â Â Â

https://www.facebook.com/page/@thesocieteyeofhorussa

https://www.facebook.com/group/@thesocieteyeofhorussa

The Royalists are grateful to GOD KING HORUS; GOD of WAR and https://www.facebook.com/@aresgodofwar  too, it is fruitless for parliament to resist as god plays his trump card and GOD King Pharaoh Thoth Amun-Rara the magnificent http://godkingthoth.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/@AmunRara

https://www.facebook.com/@Amun_rara

https://www.facebook.com/.@Amon-ReOfThebesAncientEgyptAmun-Ra

becomes a member too. And divinely leading party worker Lord Jesus Christ the Messiah 2nd coming http://lordjesuschristmessiah.blogspot.com https@//www.twitter.com/@christjes1 urges his followers to dissolve Parliament backed up by Jesus’s wife Mary Magdalene https://www.facebook.com/@CharitableTrustofMaryMagdaleneGBÂ

The Queen Persephone joins in http://persephonedivinemother.blogspot.com https://www.facebook.com/@Persephone goddessqueenpersephonesowl@gmail.com and Goddess Demeter Mother Earth https://persephonedivinemother.blogspot.co.uk/2017/09/greek-gods-demeter-goddess-of-harvest.html

The following back the Royal Revolution;

https://facebook.com/@CambridgeUniversityConservativeAssociationThinkTank contact; Prince Rupert

cambridgeuniconservativeassn@gmail.com

https://www.facebook.com/@OxfordUniversityConservativeAssociationThinkTank contact;

oxforduniconservativeassn@gmail.com

https://www.twitter.com/@OxonCantabLon

https://www.twitter.com/@CUCAthinktank

https://www.twitter.com/@OxfordConsOUCA

https://www.facebook.com/@FriendsofOUCAOxfordUniversityConservativeAssociation

https://www.facebook.com/@TheGoldenTrianglePhilosophicalSocietyOXONCantabLON

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  Prince Rupert's wife is Queen of POP Katy Perry <3:xD Katheryn Hudson the Queen ISIS and she is behind The Royal Restoration Party S.A. in every-way and she is a UK citizen a previous marriage refugee and prime motivator in seeing 'old England isn't done for' yet and loves her old man and is a chief doner to all our causes and offers our 'movement' the full support of $500,000,000 emergency British peoples bail outta the bread queue fund as KATY SAYS HER CHILDREN CAN EAT CAKE IF THE GOVERNMENT CANT SUPPLY FRESH BREAD IF THE TRUE FINANCIAL PICTURE OF PRISON PLANET TV IS RIGHT ITS BREAD QUEUE NEXT

https://www.facebook.com/@KatyCatHudsonFoundation.co.uk Â

https://www.twitter.com/@KHCFUK Â https://www.facebook.com/@KatherynElizabethHudsonChainedtotheRythmn:xd#KillerQueen QUEENISISYHVH@GMAIL.COM QUEENISIS666999@GMAIL.COM https://www.twitter.com/@QueenISIS666

http://queenisiscult.blogspot.com  http://isiscult.blogspot.com http://isiscultsa.blogspot.com katycatqueenisis@hotmail.com  and Apollo & Aphrodite http://apolloandaphrodite.blogspot.com  https://www.twitter.com/@apollo_isis

https://www.facebook.com/@ApolloPhoebusGODofMUSICLyricsProphecy

https://www.facebook.com/@GoddessAphroditeKatyHudsonKatyPerry”Cythera”   https://www.facebook.com/@ISISOfficialPartnershipTheRoyalRestorationPartySA  ‘her total contribution is only half of what she offers’ in #HolySpirit for Katy is http://www.tumblr.com/blog/MaryofMigdal  Mary Magdalene elevated to Ascended Master status and her joint contribution with her son and husband; https://www.facebook.com/pages/MaryofBethanyMaryMagdaleneMaryofMagdolaJesus’sWife

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horusisisosiris999@gmail.com

horusisisfellowship@gmail.com

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https://www.facebook.com/@SocieteyeofHorusS.A.

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https://www.facebook.com/@SocieteyeofHorusS.A.think-tank

https://www.facebook.com/@HorustheElderGodKingofCreation

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https://www.facebook.com/@HorusFellowshipdotorg#HoruscultAncientMysteryReligions

as His Royal Highness Ascended Master HORUS GOD KING of EGYPT allies his standard of the middle east in supporting the Royal Revolution Party S.A. and brings his Armies to the Kentish man countryside to share the work of the Cavaliers as GOD OF WAR. The Societeye of Horus S.A. +Queen Ha-Mashiach

https://www.facebook.com/secretgroup/@theroyalrestorationpartysa Â

Campaign party who wish to dissolve Parliament for ever and to return the UK to an absolute monarchy. We are calling for a people’s referendum to decide if the UK should continue rule by Parliament or ask Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland to take over from Parliament and to rule by divine right.

Party C.E.O. Lord Rumary of Chelmswood Dip (Oxon). N.H.A.P.

https://www.twitter.com/@DipOxonÂ

https://www.twitter.com/@LordElect

https//www/twitter.com/@NY_Rumary  

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https://www.facebook.com/@JESUSCHRISTofPALESTINEÂ (John Rumary)Â Â  

The most IMPORTANT support comes from the King of the Gods the mighty ZEUS KING of the GODS because WORLD your Mothers and THE Father are about to give the Ma’at to their children that is ‘YOU’ whoever you think you are because this is pre-ordained so ‘stand to attention and do as you are told your Devils party is all over’.

https://www.twitter.com/@lordgodzeus

http://zeus.horusisisosirisfellowship.org

https://www.facebook.com/@KatyCatKingZeus

http://zeuspantheon.horusisisosirisfellowship.org

https://www.facebook.com/@HorusIsisOsirisFellowshipdotorg

and ZEUS speaks for humanity as the https://www.facebook.com/@KatyCatKingZeusTheGodfatherÂ

ZEUS and the PANTHEON of MOUNT OLYMPUS http://zeuspantheon.blogspot.com  https://www.facebook.com/@Zeus&DemeterSkygodsofHeavenlinktoTheRoyalRestorationPartySA https://www.twitter.com/@WuTangClan  ‘forever’ https://youtu.be/Ah4LS-zRNRU