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A blissful and a bit absent smile crossed his triangular face-plate as Swindle checked his main monitor – his bank account history displayed on it. Nothing boosted the merchant's mood more than looking at his income. Swindle used to do that every now and then, especially in the morning, although a quick glance at the evening gave him a good-night recharge and sweet recharge-visions. To be honest, any time was a good time for knowing that credits were coming his way. Swindle would have gladly stared at the numbers some more, if not for an insisting 'ping' of his communicator. With a slightly annoyed exvent he logged off from his account

The situation felt awfully familiar – the blindfold, the chair, the cuffs around his wrists and ankles, something ticklish wrapped around his neck – it all felt like a good, old deja vu, just the last time it hadn't been him who had been abducted and kept trapped in the exact same manner, the last time it had been... “Oh, cut the act, Eddie. I know you're not sleeping.” ...Catwoman! “We have a game to play and I don't have all night.” He tugged at his restraints but as expected, they held him down quite efficiently. He couldn't see a thing but inside his head he was able to picture Selina Kyle's smirkin

- Co to za mina, Kapitanie Aizen? W pytaniu brzęczała dziecinna pretensja, niczym fałszywa nuta w występie muzyka. A przecież Gin nie był jakimś amatorem, on był wirtuozem – wirtuozem kłamstwa. Mimo to, nawet w najprostszych melodiach roiło się od źle zagranych dźwięków. Nasuwał się więc wniosek, że to nie pomyłki, a jedynie zamierzony z góry efekt. Gin tylko pozornie ukrywał nieprawdę. On nigdy nie bywał do końca wiarygodny i bawiło go to, iż każdy, na czele z Aizenem, wiedział o tym. Wiedz

Nienawiść - APH Grecja miał wolny dzień. Mówiąc ściślej, Grecja miał wolny dzień, jak co dzień. Sezon turystyczny skończył się jakiś czas temu. Słońce nie piekło już tak, jak przedtem. Zaśnięcie na świeżym powietrzu przestało grozić poparzeniami. Słowem, idealny czas na wylegiwanie się nad morzem na jednej z wysp. To właśnie Grecja zamierzał robić dziś, jak i jutro, a może też pojutrze. Ułożył się wygodnie w cieniu cyprysów i skierował wzrok k

3 Trójka dzieciaków. Bez rodziny, bez domu. Sami pośrodku wojny. Mieli tylko siebie i mogli liczyć tylko na siebie nawzajem. Jeden działał za wszystkich. Wierzył, że będzie lepiej. Jeden myślał za wszystkich. Czuwał nad nimi jak anioł. Jeden czuł za nich wszystkich. To on cierpiał najbardziej. Za całą ich trójkę, a może za całą ich wioskę. Tą smutną wioskę płaczącą deszczem. Noszącą żałobę mgieł po swoich dzieciach. Kraj utonął w wojnie. Piekło na ziemi z

The Iron Islands were cold and windy, but Winterfell was even colder. No wonder that no one offered a warm welcome to him, especially not Lady Stark who didn't like the idea of letting the Ironborn child under her roof to grow up together with her own children, as if keeping the bastard boy near them wasn't enough already. Nevertheless, Theon was there to stay and she couldn't do much about it. He was given the chambers intended for the youngest Stark – Bran, who was only a baby crying for his mother's milk and didn't need the chambers of his own just yet. Inside the castle it was surprisingly warm and Theon would have gladly stayed h

The water was cold, exactly how he liked it. He quickly slipped into the stone pool and with only a few swings of his tail reached the opposite side. The huge bathing chamber in the guests’ wing of the Royal Palace might be big enough to contain three or more adult dragons but still the pool was nothing compared to the ocean – the natural habitat of most of the Aquas. Arctus, however was not like most of the Aquas, oh no – he was far better and far more important. He was Lord Arctus of Iceguard, the Aqua Representative! And he was here in Reika, waiting for the King's Council meeting. He had flown all the way to the capitol