Buffy Giles Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Until I wish that I could start the night over and actually leave when I got the chance. Because the horror of the night was about to begin. “You know I've always thought you're really handsome and cute.” “Yeah?” I ask stupidly. You can't blame me. I'm talking to the most beautiful girl in the school. Alice Campbell. “Yes,Bailey.” She purrs,batting her eyes at me and biting her lips. My lips part,staring in disbelief at her because I can't believe she's flirting with me. She trails her hand up my arm and grips my bicep,leading me upstairs. And I follow her like a dumb dog,with a wagging tail and tongue hanging out its mouth.

The look of fear in the young wolf's eyes made us turn around to see a large orc with his sword raised above his head, ready to take us all out. Buffy tried to hurry out of the way of the falling sword, but it was difficult for her to get a good grip in the slick, deep mud. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see our pathetic ending, as something hard hit us, pushing us out of the way. Startled by the sudden force, Buffy opened her eyes to see a white wolf in our place ...... Waya ..... Cerulean Even though I tried to stay somewhat close to Batiti and Shaylee as I fought side by side with our allies, I wasn't nearly as close to them as I wanted to be.

---- Zale I’m in trouble. I just could help myself; I had to antagonise Finn and now Wills is mad at me. Not exactly the state of mind that I want her in when I talk to her about our bond later tonight. I’m going to need to smooth things over with her before then. I feign going for another slice of pizza to cover the glance I give her, trying to judge how mad she is. She actively avoids looking at me, her focus solely on Finn and her grandparents, who are snuggling into each other like the pair have just been newly mated. I’ve seen this before when mates have to separate, but not with Gerald and Seraphina, they must feel really relaxed and comfortable with us to show this level of affection.

Riley placed her palms on that ghost's chest to push him away but the ghost won't even budge. "P...please ghost." She stammered. "Shhhh..." The ghost hushed her and she froze. Her heart was beating so fast that she was sure it would come out of her ribcage. The ghost was strong. So strong. She could feel his hot breath on her forehead. Her breath hitched when she felt the stubble of the ghost on her cheek. OH, GOD! Ghost was a male spirit! Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly in a fist as she felt the warm lips of the ghost on her cheek.

"Stop! You might be walking into someone else's dinner. You know how territorial ghouls are." data-p-id=6886af36629401ed2b40871ff6e5c2f8,Blaise glanced back at her with a blank, daring look, his beautiful blue orbs replaced by the red eyes of a ravenous ghoul. She gasped as he ripped his arm from her grip and continued walking deeper into the dark alley. data-p-id=7fbd2ff27d3b40fc263c6a016f0697b8,She called after him, yelling his name and scolding him. But he ignored her, focused on that cry from what he assumed was a pathetic human girl.

A Whigan saw her and vented his grief for the loss of his kind on her. After the Whigan drained Elsie of air and the rain poured, Damien felt in his heart, like a glass shattered. A bad feeling penetrated his bones. The same feeling he got when he was in the hotel, only this time, it was stronger. He adhered to the feeling and followed where it was leading him to until he got to where Elsie was lying. He went to her, picked her up and leapt away Damien took her to his house, and carefully placed her on the bed in his room. Alden who was walking behind him got no answers to his questions

Gosh, my surroundings are spinning. "Hmm... let me see," Giles looked at the shot glasses, "Oh! You already drank all of the alcohol." Then he laughed. "Gosh~ I hate you! B-But... I hate Alyn more," oh, no. I think my brain is not functioning well now. "You hate Alyn? Why?" Byron asked. I closed my eyes and opened it again after a few seconds, "Just... arg! I don't know, I just hate him!" Giles chuckled, "Really? What if it's love not hate?"

She loves wearing long dresses and letting her long black hair flow down to her waist. The humans in Duradel said Celsi resembled a ghost. She had once escaped supervision and wandered into the town at night. Fortunately, she hadn’t harmed any humans when their parents found her. “Mommy is in her room. Drinking blood,” Celsi replied. Sant nodded. “Okay.” After dealing with the vampire hunters here, he would visit his mother and explain the situation. She wasn’t skilled in combat, so it was better for her to stay in her room for now.

She interrupted as she wiggled her hips again, tossing her hair over her shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive move. The problem here is that, because she is a ghost, half her body kept flickering in and out of visibility. One second she is grinding on me, the next second, she vanished completely, and then bam, she is back, a little off-center, her knee phasing through my fucking thigh and it's really scary.

- Giselle - She frowned deeply, looking down at me. "What is so funny?" She asked, annoyed. "You," I replied without hesitation even in my condition. "You sound very ridiculous. Do you really think Xavier is going to get married to Kira at the end of the day? Hell, do you even think Xavier is going to end up as Lord? The scenarios in your head, which you hold on to, are very delusional. And I am not sorry to break it to you, that you will regret every bit of action towards this."