This will be based on my Cursed Dark Hunter and a small human child he has surprisingly adopted as his own. Although he doesn't see her as a daughter figure. He sees her as a smol mortal human child h...
The Dark Hunter awaits with his sleeping child for the mother. They never get much time to see the mother for she is often busy. Finally getting the chance to see her, they spend time as a family.
It's a story of a girl and her family. It's all about the girl how she learns the life and how she experiences the situations. The pages will be uploaded daily.
He smiled as he opened the door trying to make as little noise as possible. He didn't want to wake his daughters.
He walked into the living room and switched on the light. The sight that greeted him ...
Growing up, I always knew that the rain was an old friend, and this is based off of one of the fondest memories I have of learning how to play with it.
This was the first story that I have ever written. I had never documented the exact dates, so I cannot claim when I have written these because I can't remember the dates. This was one of my original s...
My vision was blurred. Tears had collected in my eyes. I knew I could not afford to let them fall down, after all, she was watching me. I looked at her face, it was blank as if she was used to it. I d...
This will be based on my Cursed Dark Hunter and a small human child he has surprisingly adopted as his own. Although he doesn't see her as a daughter figure. He sees her as a smol mortal human child h...
The Dark Hunter awaits with his sleeping child for the mother. They never get much time to see the mother for she is often busy. Finally getting the chance to see her, they spend time as a family.
It's a story of a girl and her family. It's all about the girl how she learns the life and how she experiences the situations. The pages will be uploaded daily.
He smiled as he opened the door trying to make as little noise as possible. He didn't want to wake his daughters.
He walked into the living room and switched on the light. The sight that greeted him ...
Growing up, I always knew that the rain was an old friend, and this is based off of one of the fondest memories I have of learning how to play with it.
This was the first story that I have ever written. I had never documented the exact dates, so I cannot claim when I have written these because I can't remember the dates. This was one of my original s...
My vision was blurred. Tears had collected in my eyes. I knew I could not afford to let them fall down, after all, she was watching me. I looked at her face, it was blank as if she was used to it. I d...