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Xogsheeg

Penulis: DaoistqJSRg5
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A Garota Boa do Diabo

``` Um namorado infiel e uma melhor amiga traidora sempre foram o início clichê de uma história. Fil frequentemente pensava que essas coisas só aconteciam em narrativas. Quem diria que essa mesma reviravolta clichê aconteceria com ela? Fil era uma devota cristã que considerava o casamento e a fidelidade marital sagrados. Ela tinha sido uma boa menina da infância à idade adulta. Mas quando pegou seu amor de infância mais conhecido como noivo e sua melhor amiga rolando nos lençóis, Fil quis se rebelar pela primeira vez. O primeiro passo de sua jornada rebelde? Ficar bêbada. Depois de afogar as mágoas com a ajuda do álcool, Fil conheceu o enigmático Jackson. No momento em que seus olhos encontraram aquelas órbitas douradas e tentadoras, palavras escaparam de seus lábios sem qualquer noção do tipo de situação em que ela estava se metendo: "Será que vou pro inferno se perder minha virgindade antes do casamento?" Seus lábios finos e vermelhos se curvaram em um sorriso enquanto um brilho piscava em seus olhos naturalmente afiados, e ele disse, "Quem sabe? Mas eu posso te levar ao céu, se você quiser que eu faça isso." ***** Jackson. Um homem envolto em mistérios e segredos, licencioso ao extremo e sem moralidade, alguém que estava entediado de jogar jogos com a vida. Até que numa noite fatídica, uma mulher de repente apareceu diante dele — uma presa perfeita para uma noite monótona. Ele mal sabia que uma noite com uma rebelde aspirante não seria suficiente para saciar seu impulso biológico. Nem poderia imaginar as cores que ela daria ao seu mundo cinza. Uma boa menina com pensamentos sujos e um homem pecaminoso que tinha pensamentos ainda mais sujos. Um relacionamento que começou por vingança e para satisfazer a necessidade de alguém; havia até espaço para o verdadeiro amor? Como? Quando o homem que a dobrava dizia asquerosamente no ouvido dela, "Você tem sido uma boa menina pra caralho." **** Ao passo que os dois lutam com seus próprios demônios ameaçando separá-los, dúvidas começariam a surgir em seus corações. Essa rebelião valia a pena sacrificar seus princípios? Ela realmente poderia encontrar felicidade nos braços de um homem tão mergulhado na escuridão? E para Jackson, será que era possível a redenção para um demônio como ele? E se sim, seria ela a pessoa a guiá-lo para a luz? Ela aceitaria seus segredos mais sombrios e o inferno de seu mundo? Em um mundo onde a confiança era uma mercadoria rara e o amor era uma chama frágil, Fil e Jackson teriam que navegar pelas águas traiçoeiras do desejo e da redenção. Eles enfrentariam o desconhecido juntos? Ou se soltariam para se salvar da dor iminente de estarem juntos? **** ENTRE NO MEU SERVIDOR DO DISCORD: https://discord.gg/gXCMQwmrGY ```

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The Hidden Sage and The Star Chariot

The Elders will tell you the stories and lore. Of our ancestors, their deeds, and of the foes of yore. They will praise to you the chariot, and how it flew to the stars. How it stole the sun's light and slew the night’s roar. The Shamans will tell you the tales of their wisdom. Their wars on schism, and the unlettered world of ours before. Perhaps they will sing you the songs, of what our clans' ancient customs tore. Poems of how our ancestors took what the discs had offered them, the Manna and the mundane, and made it more. The kings will tell you of the follies, the sins, and the anecdotes of all our ancestors' wrongs. They will curse to you their names, the Ender of Fate and the Ruined Song. How they had dug up the hearts of the discs, euchred its relics, and blasphemed its prophecies, with oracles withdrawn. But they will only tell you the legends, recount the myths, and sing the allegories washed ashore. The Elders, the Shamans, and the kings can only retell what the storytellers of their own time had voiced. What they have read in books or heard in the minstrels' songs they adore. They don't know what really happened. They were never there. They can't tell you how our ancestors slew the angels from the sky, and sent them back to where they belonged. How they poisoned our minds, and made our people slothful and feeble, with the reforms they had undergone. But I can. I can tell you how the Ender of Fate severed destiny's strings, weakened them, and weaved them to our feeble flesh and souls. I can tell you how the Ruined song razed the heavens with her blood-stained melody, and reshaped our hell into utopia, with the deaths she deplored. Because I was there. I can tell you the truth, with my virtue strong. ///Also known as "Adagio of the Enlightened" on RRLegends.

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People say that " love hurts but, the reality is, rejection hurts!

I belong to the mental love hospital. Some years ago on a rainy Friday, I was too shy to kiss her even when she asked for it, so I ended up hugging her and running home to avoid the rain. She later called me and said I was not man enough and lacked the requisite excitement she wanted for her life. "Manji, you're just boring, a waste of time and truly, I don't see myself going anywhere with you." One thing about harsh words is that the person who says them may forget and move on with life, but the person who is told rarely forgets. I tried to prove I wasn't those things. A very pathetic situation I found myself in. I kept in touch over the phone and sometimes through lunch but she kept her distance. One night, I called her and after speaking for some minutes, she handed the phone to a guy who introduced himself as her girlfriend. Mumu me, I was calm and hailed him. "I heard you are the one who has been in my babe's life since, so tell me, have you ever touched or kissed her before because I think I am having the time of my life now"; he said to me. Those words even cut deeper and I knew I had to take a stand at this point because it became clear to me I was being ridiculed and insulted. I ended the call and from that day, I kept my distance from her both in the real world and on social media. I got involved with life and forgot about her entirely. When she got married and gave birth to her first child, I found out a few years later. I decided to take that time to build myself emotionally. Between then and now is 10 years and hell yes, my life has gotten a lot better than I ever imagined. But the story didn't end there. Because most nights, I still remember those hurtful words she said to me, I guess, is probably my greatest weakness to forget hurtful words said to me. Sometimes at the start of the pandemic, I received a call from her and I was surprised I still had her number on my phone because we have not spoken in a very long time; years! My contacts automatically back up to my cloud so I figured that's why it was still there. We exchanged pleasantries and she wasted no time in telling me she was in trouble. (Manji ) "I need your help, please. You're the only one who came to my mind and if I had another option, definitely I won't have called you." at first, I thought she was just trying me since almost everyone is feeling the current financial instability so, I told her what I felt would ease her, I could not remember the exact word but, I knew I stammered a bit. Well, she gave birth and her husband's finances have plummeted for several reasons and she was almost exhausted. She needs some money to clear her hospital bill as she just gave birth and is being held in the hospital. I asked the amount and told her to text her account details. I sent her the amount she asked for but, before we ended the call, I asked if she remembered those hurtful words she said to me 10 years ago and she had no memory of it. She couldn't recall ever saying those things to me and even went on to say if she had the chance to be younger again and pick a partner, she would happily pick me over and over again. People say" love hurts" but the reality is, rejection hurts, betrayal hurts. I know she was saying the truth because sometimes people forget how much they hurt others with their words because they feel it is not a big deal. They were just catching a cruise and didn't care about the other person. About 30 minutes later, she sent me a picture of her newborn baby lying on her bosom. "My husband will give him a native name while I will give him a first name. I will name him Joseph, by the way, that is my English baptism name, she couldn't have named him Manji since the husband would complain. I looked at the picture and all the anger I have built up in my heart for her over these years just melted away. Somewhere in my heart, I still loved her. And maybe that may never change regardless of where she is or who she is with I still love ❤️ her.

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