Pure-Frozen-Heart

(Name) huffed as she waltzed around the small space, her hands balled up to the sides of her (Color) dress, eyebrows furrowing as the expensive perfume circled the room, threatening to choke someone to death. She pulled her hands up to fix her cleavage for the umpteenth time. No matter how many times she desperately tried to straighten it, the crack would always show. From outside of the door, (Name) could hear the front door opening and closing many times, new and various voices slowly beginning to fill the air. Chills began to run up and down her back, the anxiety of the situation slowly beginning to seep in. Today, was (Birthday), the eig

...the one and only Chris Jericho. He smirked as he pulled you up, ignoring your small gasp in response. Holding you close, he smiled down at you as his beryl eyes pored into yours. You could hear the Southern man huff on the other side of the little space, obviously a little disgusted at the scene before him. You scoffed, and shoved the blonde away. "Don't touch me," you muttered to yourself quietly, dusting Chris particles off of you. You felt your face grow intensely hot by the once close contact. It made you feel... weird. Chris chuckled, his eyebrows wiggling in your direction. "Not like you didn't enjoy it, babe." You scowled, findin

...the southern man. He gently pulled you up, helping you gather your scattered things all over the floor. You could feel Chris' eyes skim your body from behind you, his loud jealousy playing behind him. You ignored him, and turned back to the man that had helped you up. You chuckled nervously. "Uh... heh, thanks for the hand." You scratched the back of your neck slightly, looking down. You hold your hand out, waiting for him to take it once again. His touch felt... nice. "(Name)," you muttered quietly. "(Name) (Last Name)." He stared at your hand for a minute before awkwardly shaking it back. "AJ Styles." He pulled his hand back after hear

The button lit slightly as it pointed up, the sound of the elevator moving being triggered. You clutched your work supplies, looking all around you as you waited patiently for the elevator to *finally* arrive. It was a lovely day outside, and... no. You were forced to be stuck in your office, working your tail to the bone to just provide for yourself. What a pain in the ass. The elevator dinged as the doors opened, and in you walked. A man stood silently, tapping a long, slender finger against the silver lining of the railing that edged the whole elevator. He smiled a little when he saw your figure, his wild hair bouncing slightly as he turn

"Reality is the story the mind tells itself," he spoke, his words soft, and tempting. "Madness, from a different perspective. The void in different eyes." His voice as soft as butter as he spoke, her tears rushing down her face. Was he brainwashing her? There was no exit. Not with him lingering, and being so... observant of the (Hair Type). "This is no history in a text book; no fantasy in an author's mind; not a nightmare in a child's daydream. But then," He laughed, staring at the woman with his eyes so... stormy with intellect. "What are you, dear little lamb?" The boiler's room heat was sweltering towards (Name), a single bulb in the ce

You took a deep breath, looking around. Outside, the school was buzzing with students, the sun shining down on the campus with its glorious rays. People chatted with each other, sharing jokes and laughs. College was nearly at its end, the beginning of June creeping up on everybody sooner then they thought. Everyone was happy, everyone was relieved. Well, except for you. Finals were today, and let's be honest, you were nearly on the verge of a breakdown. You had been studying and studying and studying, and with all of that, you were certain to pass, out of all the impossibilities that are to be known as failing. But, there was always a shado

​​​​​​ "You're being set up with a match with Nikki Bella, and that's final." My father, Triple H said firmly. I groaned and threw my head back, my (Favorite Color(s)) outfit shimmering slightly. "Your mother, I, and you know that with Seth as World Heavyweight Champion, Big Show as Winner of The Andre The Giant Memorial Battle Royal, soon to be Intercontinental Champion, and Us as the future CEOs of the company, you're going to have to win The Diva's Title, understood?" I sighed loudly, and nodded my head, feeling a little numb. My family is The Authority. I was next in line for this whole company, wasn't

Sniffing the fresh air in, I sighed in delight at its precious and sweet smell. The countless mares and colts surrounded the ranch, showing off their dark colors, pleasuring most of my senses. Looking behind me, I saw my two siblings come out. Brothers. I admired them. Kane looked a little frightened by the sight of the many horses, and quickly flew behind Mark for comfort, just like he always does when he is anxious, or afraid of something. Mark glanced behind him and patted Kane's head, relieving him. I sighed and walked over to the two. "Is he still doing all right?" I whispered quietly, loud enough for Mark alone to hear. Mark