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It's been 4 years. 4 years of misery. Being weighed down by the guilt, and the sleepless lonesome nights. A single drop of salty water dropped from my eyes on the photocard, followed by many other continuously. Yoona Park, an 18 years olds life story. How she shows she is fine but she ain't.

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But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, Yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice, Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice. If the plural of man is always called men, Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen? If I speak of my foot and show you my feet, And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth? Then one may be that, and three would be those, Yet hat in the plural would never be hose, And the plural of cat is cats, not cose. We speak of a brother and also of brethren, But though we say mother, we never say methren. Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, But the plural is not the, this, or thim! G grammarly - ADAPTED FROMBut the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, Yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice, Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice. If the plural of man is always called men, Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen? If I speak of my foot and show you my feet, And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth? Then one may be that, and three would be those, Yet hat in the plural would never be hose, And the plural of cat is cats, not cose. We speak of a brother and also of brethren, But though we say mother, we never say methren. Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, But the plural is not the, this, or thim! G grammarly - ADAPTED FROMBut the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, Yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice, Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice. If the plural of man is always called men, Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen? If I speak of my foot and show you my feet, And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth? Then one may be that, and three would be those, Yet hat in the plural would never be hose, And the plural of cat is cats, not cose. We speak of a brother and also of brethren, But though we say mother, we never say methren. Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, But the plural is not the, this, or thim! G grammarly - ADAPTED FROM

"Now everyone you love will die!!!" the villain yelled out. and pushed a button, showing many many different places.... including the VILLAIN'S LAIR?!?! "...." "yeah.... about that... let me explain." I said. - Two people, both sworn nemesis, and best friends. How? Why? I guess you will just have to find out. Read it. It's like 4 chapters long right now.

Miraverde, 2005. A city where people with money have everything—except control. They do whatever the fuck they want. Tato Martins decides tonight is the perfect night to steal one of his father’s cars. A car that costs more than the average middle-class salary. He’s fifteen, no license, but that’s not a problem. Because in Miraverde, the nights are long and the rules? Optional if you’re a rich kid. Welcome to Big Night, Big City, a story about rich teenagers diving headfirst into a dark, new world. A world that will drag them right to the edge of the abyss.

One day in Pangea, the sun fell and never came back up. Under the everlasting night sky, mystical and ethereal creatures appeared, powerful enough to wipe out hundreds of humans in seconds, and attacked. Millions of humans perished, and cities fell, replaced with small colonized encampments spread out across the single landmass. Until...in the dark sky, after exactly a month, the full moon finally appeared. A lucky...or unlucky few standing under the moon that day received a crescent sigil above their heart. From that day on, those marked individuals began receiving dreams...too real to be fake. And, one day, when they awoke, their dreams had come to life. Had a chest appeared in your dream? The very next day, you would run into it while looking for food in a forest. After traversing their dreams, both in sleep and in the real world, and solving them, they were granted Illusions, or supernatural powers, depending on their original dream. For the first time in history, humans could resist and fight back. Five years have passed since the first full moon, and Lux finds himself sitting under a moon...not just any moon, but a blood moon. However, his dream's mystery is far from...ideal.

The Lightreign is a mysterious force that bestows supernatural powers on those known as the Lightblessed, potential candidates for the throne of a fallen kingdom that used to rule the world but was destroyed in a multi-sided bid for the throne known as the Ruler’s War. — Read Lightreign now, exclusively on Webnovel!

In the dark of night, he saw only her light. But as soon as that light is threatened to be devoured, he'll do whatever it takes to make it shine forever. ༺∆༻ In a world where creatures of the night seek terror among the humans, Lyra does his absolute best to keep away from them. However, no matter what he does, he can't seem to cut the ties between himself and these creatures. The only way to survive and keep living a peaceful life is to sacrifice a child he had met on that one tragic night. Both their lives are on the line, and he could only choose one --- For updates/preview of the story and art, you can look at my instagram: @aquariistarchild

Er ist ein junger Mann ohne Geistwurzel. Es wird angenommen, dass ihm dadurch die Möglichkeit zur Kultivierung verwehrt wird. Doch eine geheimnisvolle Dame vermittelt ihm einen Obersten Dämonenklassiker, und von da an beginnt er seinen Weg der Kultivierung. Er macht eine völlige Verwandlung durch und wird zum furchterregendsten und mächtigsten teuflischen Dämon seiner Zeit, so dass sogar Unsterbliche und Unholde Angst vor ihm haben und Heilige ihm zu Füßen liegen. Die Beherrschung des Klassischen Obersten Dämons ist der Wendepunkt in seinem Leben. Er ist in der Lage, seine immense und göttliche Macht von innen heraus zu entfesseln und das gesamte Universum zu erleuchten!

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.