|A scene from chapter two of my fic The Invincible Rose, in which Belle and her daughter are attending Chip's wedding in the ballroom. Rosalie's nervous about the outcome of the evening, while Belle just thinks she's shy. Enjoy!|
The Invincible Rose - Chapter Two [REVISED]A couple of days soon became a couple of weeks, as Rosalie figured out that she and her mother were indeed staying in the ‘bigger house’, as she had called it. Her grandfather, Maurice, had also moved back into the castle, turning part of the kingdom’s stable into his own invention shop soon after tying the knot with Mrs. Potts. Rosalie and Jules were getting along quite nicely, spending mornings cleaning together and experimenting with cooking before the King and Queen were even awake, and spending evenings reading together, talking, or Rosalie’s personal favorite, listening to Jules practice on the piano.The Invincible Rose - Chapter Two [REVISED] by breitasparrow
One afternoon, they were playing together outside when they came upon a small rabbit who appeared to be dying. Rosalie continued to walk towards it, while Jules stood back.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to be messing with it,” he said. “Maybe I should go get Mama, she’d know what to do.”
One Cool Fox at the PromLife is not a simple game; it's a game of war. You fight and fend for your life, just as the men in the movies do. Hiding and running, moving and staying. Freedom so close to you and then flying away to be caught in a game of cat and mouse.One Cool Fox at the Prom by Fhujmasterofhedgehog
This is what my brother told me. Words that will be written in stone for the world to see on my face. Things like. "Trust no one," or "You are more important than a stranger," moving through my veins.
I was born to love, no, designed to love. People on the streets looked at me; children hid behind their mothers, men grimaced at my face. I was no longer a human, no longer alive.
I smiled as I moved toward the building, I knew people who be trembling at my awesome power, course they would, I am the one who would be taking Marlene to the prom.
Removing my glasses, adjusting the tape, fixing my bow-tie and checking my breath, perfect. I smiled; these men have no idea who Marlene is. She is the most beautiful girl in the
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