@walkerswhiskeygirl Jesus!! You Were Right Girl!!

@walkerswhiskeygirl Jesus!! You were right girl!! 🤯😱

I can't believe it was him the whole time 💥

But still... we've won...for now

Now how the hell do I get Kayden out of this? :))

I swear this game is giving me anxiety lately

This is gold!

why is this sentence written with such perfect comedic timing

finding athenais [m!kayden x mc] [part five: tug of war in the heart]

Warnings: Violence. Blood. Angst. Severe angst. 

Part Four if you want to catch up

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I dig my heels into the horse’s sides, urging him to gallop at break neck speed. I keep Enzo close to my chest and he holds onto the reins too as he shouts ‘We’re free!’

We’re not free. Far from it. But I can’t bear to tell my son that. This is the most hope he has felt ever since we were taken and I’ll be damned if I take it away from him.

We need to get back to the capital. Kayden, if he is alive, will be searching for us. I keep thinking that if I manage to get my son home, we can wait there for his father and all will be alright again. We’ll be safe.

Except I have no idea where we are. We are riding fast down a dusty road, surrounded by mountains. The vibrant heart of the city is nowhere near this place.

I look around at the mountains and the road ahead. Kayden has instilled in me the need to be aware of all surroundings. Logically, houses are placed near rivers because the water is a source. All I need to find is a river and a house, perhaps the owners could help us or even just tell us where we are.

I have to keep a level head for this. My son and unborn child are counting on me.

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So I was watching TWD today and when I saw Tom Payne (he plays Jesus 😂) I realized how much Cyrus looks like him ⬇️⬇️

- I had a dilemma for a while but I wasn't quite sure why he looked familiar...

finding athenais [m!kayden x mc] [part six: the rider]

Part Five if you want to catch up @jovialyouthmusic​​​​​ @ibldw-main​​​​​ @burnsoslow​​​​​ @dcbbw​​​​​ @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore​​​​​ @moonlightgem7​​​​​ @pug-bitch​​​​​  @saivilo​​​​​ @gardeningourmet​​​​​ @mskaneko​​​​​ @walkerswhiskeygirl​​​​​ @dailydoseofchoices​​​​​ @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld​​​ @msjr0119​​​​ @chaotichuman0090​​​​ @jamesashtonisbae​​​​​ @krishu213​​​​​ @katedrakeohd​​​​​  @emichelle​​​​​ @emceesynonymroll​​​​​ @notoriouscs​​​​​ @rainbowsinthestorm​ Warnings: Violence

Thank you to @jovialyouthmusic​ for being my sounding board! x

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We’re racing for our lives yet again. 

I don’t know who this masked man is, what he wants, or why he is chasing after us, but I know I need to get us away from him. I will not be knocked out again; if he tries to hurt me, I will not hesitate to plunge the dagger into his chest and watch him bleed.

‘He’s gaining on us!’ Enzo shrieks, his face turned behind us. ‘He’s getting closer!’

‘Keep your eyes forward, Enzo!’ I shout. ‘Don’t look at him! Keep focused!’

Enzo wrenches his eyes away from the rider and grips the reins tightly. I kick Algernon’s sides hard, forcing the horse to gallop at a quicker speed. I can hear the rider shouting but I ignore him, keeping my eyes on the road ahead. 

Twenty miles to get home, I think to myself. You can do this.

The hooves behind us are getting closer. The rider has gained speed. He’s gaining on us. 

I block out the sound of impending doom; instead, I think of my husband and how good it will be to see him again. I think about him holding me tight, whispering that we will never be separated again. I force our horse on, determined to ride back to Kayden.

I feel my cloak’s strings tighten around my throat. My breath hitches and I struggle to breathe as my throat constricts. The rider has caught up to us and his hand is gripped onto my cloak, refusing to let go. He is pulling hard, determined to pull me off the horse. My thoughts instantly turn to the unborn baby I’m carrying. I can’t fall; I can’t hurt my baby who I’m trying to keep protected in my womb. I need her to live. 

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