All y'all going to find hear and my favorite
Quotes

Here find long quotes about life to inspire you. Longer quotes put the author's words more in context, you get more of a feel for what they are expressing.

So, read and enjoy while getting inspired and seeing life in a more magnified way~~

I wrote this quotes so you could read them and maybe it will help you understand your self better.

Dharvey embraced herself, knowing that sooner or later, she is about to cry. Since she is alone in one of the places she finds comfort the most, she allowed herself to be vulnerable.
To Dharvey, she read on the internet quotes that Angela Abraham shared in descriptionari.com about sadness.
The lines that Dharvey read from her hit like home, making her save the quotes in her notepad of favorite quotes for her to read every now and then whenever she wanted to.
Dharvey couldn't count in her hand how many times she opened her notepad of quotes. She did it again while the music in her phone played, her eyes scanning to Angela Abraham's quotes about sadness.
"As the sadness comes you must love yourself as a good friend, treat yourself as a person you love, for then you will make it and the tough road will have been worth travelling with bare soles."
"Sadness comes as a painful cleanse. It is a chance to detox and reassess what is helping and what is hurting, a chance to make new choices and inform others that I have boundaries, needs and vulnerabilities."
"Let the sadness out or it'll poison you; such open-heart surgery without anesthetic takes real bravery. Do it though. I'll be waiting for you to finish with a glass of water."
"The sadness drained through me rather than skating over my skin. It travelled through every cell to reach the ground. I filtered it yet strangely enough, I kept what was pure and it was the dirt that left."
All of the aforementioned quotes were from Angela Abraham that Dharvey liked and copy pasted it in her notepad for her to read from time to time when she wanted to.
In all of her quotes, however, stood one quote at the very end. It was still from Angela Abraham, one of Dharvey's most favorite when it comes to a quote about sadness.  
"One must remove a bullet from a wound and one must let sadness come out, it hurts like hell because it is."
That specific quote from Angela hit her. The first time she read it, she couldn't help but read it over and over again.
Every time she felt down, she couldn't help but read the quote. The last time she did read the quote was before she met Arlo and the others when she was in a depressive state.
Now that she is left alone again and that her friends were gone in an instant, she couldn't help but open it again after a year of not opening it for a very long time.
To Dharvey, it's true—what Angela said about sadness. One must let sadness come out like a bullet from a wound. It hurts like hell, but it is.
Dharvey knew too well of how one would feel if he or she continued to bottle his or her feelings. If it is kept inside for too long, who knows how it will snap the person.
She did that for how many years since she was a child until now that she is a young adult. Before she met Arlo, it was the moment when she was about to commit suicide from the school's rooftop that she felt that she had enough of everything.
With the events that had transpired a while ago, Dharvey didn't even need to bottle everything in before she felt enough of her life again.
It happened all of a sudden—something that she didn't expect because of her own selfishness clouding her judgments.
It was a ripple effect affecting everything that she had in life.
Like a bubble, it suddenly popped to nothingness, leaving nothing behind but little droplets of liquid that represented all she had left.
Just herself.
Dharvey suddenly felt a sudden surge of adrenaline rush in her body. As she leaned her body out of the window, she wanted so much to jump even though it was only a one-storey house.
Instead, she just shouted at the top of her lungs, surprising some birds and other creatures at the back of their house. 
She then started laughing as she hung her head low, shaking her head at the same time to make her long hair hang loose outside the window.
"Fuck my liiiiiiiife!"
Dharvey shouted once more, some tears escaping from the corner of her eyes as she tried her best to control herself not to cry uncontrollably.
At the same moment, Ava silently appeared in Dharvey's house. It was easier for her to visit the place since she saw how Frey and the others came to visit her house when she and Levin pried into her memories.
Sighing at the sight of Dharvey as if she was about to lose her mind, the demoness, Ava, crossed her arms in front of her chest and cleared her throat, slightly surprising Dharvey as she instinctively turned her body to look at her uninvited visitor.
"Oh!"
Dharvey blinked her eyes a few times, a foolish smile appearing on her face as she spoke, no longer caring what she was about to say.
"Who's going to visit next? The other angels?"
Ava shook her head, knowing that Dharvey didn't care what she was talking about because she already knew what else is there to lose when she already lost everything?
Her friends, and the person she loves.
Taking a few steps in, Ava approached Dharvey, the Cambion, laughing as she sat on the floor, looking up at Ava as she didn't know why she visited her in the first place.
"What? Angeal came home and told everyone about what happened? You came here to punish me, is that it?"
Ava didn't say a single word. She knew that Dharvey is already in the brink of a depressive state, not wanting to egg her in further since it would only make things worse for her.
Instead, she just knelt in front of her, reaching out her hand towards Dharvey. 
The Cambion, confused, just cocked her head to the side in wonder as she arched a brow at her, wondering why Ava acted this way towards her.
Ava then gave her a small smile. She spoke, making Dharvey vulnerable again as what Ava said poked her heart, exposing Dharvey's emotions.
"If no one else would be willing to listen, then I would without judgments."


"Devin, do you love me?"

Hearing her question that had snapped him out of his thoughts, the Soul Eater opened his eyes slowly to meet her blue eyes once more. He smiled foolishly as his right hand reached out to her face, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Is that a question you dare ask your husband?"

Angeal pouted like a child. 

"Tell me you love me... or I’ll cry."

Devin chuckled, making Angeal pout more as she narrowed her eyes at him. When Devin ceased his jovial laughter, he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he bent down as he pulled her closer to him, his lips smoothly landing on hers to give her a loving kiss. 

’I love you, Angeal. Before I even knew it, my heart yearned for you.’

~

Punished by the Almighty Seraphim, Devin was branded a fallen angel and was given a curse to become a Soul Eater—a being who is hungry for souls and feeds on them for sustenance.

Devin was bound on earth, looking for clues on how to cure his irrevocable curse until a desperate old man saw the Soul Eater and begged him to save his newborn granddaughter’s life.

However... it comes with the price of selling both of their souls. 

With the old man giving both of their lives to the Soul Eater, what path lies ahead for Angeal as she grows in a house full of magical immortals?

~

The Almighty Seraphim sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts. She then spoke, planting more curiosity in the mind of the Dominion who was watching over the Soul Eater. 

"Continue watching over them. She is his cure, but it will lead her to oblivion.”

~

With the Soul Eater cursed and with them eventually knowing that the sweet innocent girl he saved is the cure, will their relationship be a boon or a bane?

Will they perhaps have sweet love, forbidden love... or maybe even both?

With the given thoughts at hand, will fate bless their lives... or curse them even more?

Let us know the answers to these questions as we unravel the story of Angeal being the Soul Eater’s Possession.

~

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

[FYI: This book is also a SLOW BURN romance. If you don’t appreciate slow burns, feel free to take a chance on this book if you want to. *wink*]

Volume 1: Nunc Domum
When the Soul Eater, Devin, and his personal servant, Ivar, found no clues about the curse, they finally went home after 18 years. However, when the two arrived in the mansion, Devin's curse suddenly went amok when he met the human girl, Angeal. What could be the girl's involvement in his curse?

Volume 2: Est Ignotum
As the immortals and the mortals spent their days with each other, they are more confused than ever with not only with the feelings they have for a certain person, but also with their background, with their loyalty, and with what lies ahead. To them, there are a lot of things that are unknown...

Volume 3: Actio Culmen Cadentia
The peak of their lives had finally arrived as secrets and revelations, stirring their judgments and what they believe in. As they all go on with their lives, what will they decide for others, and of course, for themselves?

Volume 4: Et Requiem
With all the events that had transpired, each one of them had started to question one's judgment and decisions. Now that these actions had been falling, what will Devin, Angeal, and everyone do to face what's ahead of them?

Volume 5: Insidiamini Torquet
Everyone's lives are now practically caught in series of unexpected twists and turns. As they are to face the challenges that are thrown at them, what would everyone do as everyone is in it for a shocking revelation about their fate? Will they fight for friendship, freedom, or for love?

~

Update Schedule:
Every first day of the month, story ends on December 2021.

Cover commissioned to: Chainslock

Entry for Webnovel Spirity Awards Spring 2020

Want to further show your support? Send me a ko-fi~! ^^
Link: https://ko-fi.com/mysticamy

Some authors in chat talked about a book's worth. 

Most agreed that its value depends on the readers' willingness to pay for a novel. And the most selling here in WN are romance and h e n t a i.

Honestly, it is true in a sense that most authors who don't write these two genres or have the general audience receive lesser income to none. However, there are also other genres that are popular.

What saddening is that a story which has no s** will be buried deep in the list of books.

One time, a person told me that he won't read books without s**. I think you understand what I mean.

Sad... 

Those good literary authors will just choose Amazon. I totally agree with that.

But, is that what really makes a book valuable? So, the authors will just resort to writing stories with s**  since most will welcome it.

I feel sad if it is.

I've been reading and watching epic and classic stories like Mary Poppins, The Twelve Kingdoms, Fushigi Yuugi, The Vision of Escaflowne, Star Wars, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, and others. 

These are great books but I'm not sure if the new generation is still reading them.

Hoping they are.

So, what is the worth of a writer? Of a person's storyteller's heart and creativity?

Will it just be buried deep in isolation? Will it just be following the flow of readership and abandon its desire to produce good stories?

I disagree. We still love good stories. There are still more readers who love good reads. In fact, these type of stories are more engaging and imploring. Those epic stories won't be called epic if no one reads them anymore. They are classified as such because their worth is beyond trends.

They simply go against the flow and create a tsunami, leaving people awestruck.

That is the type of book I want to write. I prefer to be remembered as an author who writes good stories without compromising the principles I believe.

Don't get me wrong. There are still good books with a bit of those s** things out there that you can read. But they don't focus on those scenes but on the story itself.

I am a person who never follows trends. And I care less what people call me. I will rather be true to myself than to follow the crowd and lose my self-respect.

In my opinion, the worth of a story is not only on the business side but also on how much heart and effort the author gives to his/her books.

To authors: Let us enjoy writing good stories. Let us be proud of what we write for not everyone can be authors. And not all writers can finish a book. The truth, most books here are unfinished.

To readers: Support good books and give the authors that confidence to continue writing good stories. Without your support, the authors might give up. If no one read good stories, then there's no point on writing one. But I believe most readers still love those type of books.
-----o----
Inspirational Quotes for Authors:

"I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose." — Stephen King

"If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn't matter a damn how you write." — Somerset Maugham

"Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as writer." — Ray Bradbury

"I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly." — Edgar Rice Burroughs

"The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story." — Ursula K. Le Guin
-----o----
Inspirational Quotes for Readers:

"Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light."
–Vera Nazarian

"Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself." —George Bernard Shaw

"Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood." — John Green

"The only important thing in a book is the meaning that it has for you." —W. Somerset Maugham

Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled "This could change your life."
–Helen Exley

Have a good and fruitful day.

😁😁😀😄💖💓💞

I  invite you to read the short diary of my daily struggle as a writer. No clear update but I will try to write every day. Don't expect very long chapters.

Started as an entry for fun and submitted for writing prompt #63: One chapter post but still ongoing.

 Please add tags: #diary #drama #comedy #author #writing

Please read my ongoing story:
The Sorceress' Heir: Blossoming Youth and Power

"In every conceivable manner, the family is a link to our past, bridge to our future."
The sixteen-year-old Klaus Weber uttered this sentence smoothly to his friend sitting at the seat in front. Being the last students to stay in their classroom, the garbled noises from the schoolyard stood out to the two friends.
Sunset dyed their classroom orange.
Crows cawed somewhere outside as they flew.
There were several students in the tennis club practicing in the late evening, and Klaus could hear their shouts even from his class. If someone was to ignore this, the atmosphere surrounding Klaus and his friend could be considered quiet.
Klaus Weber. A first-year high schooler at the Yokoyama Ichi Academy. His ocean blue eyes were a distinct contrast to his neatly cropped dark hair. His diversions while at school? Getting together with friends and those who he considered family as often as he could. Participate in events with them and alike.
To someone like him, being alone without a friend, a family member to talk with was something he never wanted to experience again.
Speaking of which, the friend sitting in front of Klaus at the time was Akeno Aoi. With her thin eyes staring at Klaus indifferently, she brushed a few fingers over her other hand.
"That quote. Alex Haley, was it?"
"Correct!" A wide smile appeared on Klaus's face.
"Then, how about this one?"
Klaus coughed an exaggerated cough and straightened his sitting posture. "The family is the most important organization in time or eternity. Our purpose in life is to create for ourselves eternal family units."
"...Joseph Fielding Smith. That was a quote by Joseph Fielding Smith."
Once again, Klaus smiled at Aoi's correct response. He practically muttered those quotes a multitude of times to her, so it wasn't difficult to guess. As best friends, they were close, so it was hardly a chore for Aoi to remember the quotes and who had said them.
"I'd heard them for too many times. Pick a new quote. Choose one that's not related to family or anything of the sort," said Aoi. The words she spoke came out as monotone as ever. They lacked any ego or drive. While this was true, Aoi's eyes glinted with slight happiness every time Klaus brought up his list of quotes randomly.
But her expression was almost the same that no one noticed, not even Klaus.
"Hmm, you have a family of your own, Aoi. I was born an orphan, raised by my grandmother, and learned to do everything by myself."
"That was quite an exaggeration. I don't remember the last time you cleaned your room by yourself. In regards to sports, you're hopeless."
"Ugh... Don't bring those up!"
"There's only the two of us here," Aoi muttered as she ran her hand down her shoulder-length dark hair.
Aoi adjusted her glasses and then grabbed her schoolbag. Knowing she wanted to leave, Klaus did the same as well and swept his gaze over the classroom. Since both of them were on duty, they'd swept the floor and wiped the windows after their classmates left.
"Wait for me at the gate," ordered Aoi.
"Where are you going?"
"The staffroom. Just wait for me at the gate, Klaus."
With almost silent steps, Aoi walked away and turned into a corner in the corridor, leaving Klaus alone. Ah, he had forgotten. They had to return the keys to the storeroom. Klaus realized this and bit his lip.
Well, the boy was prone to forget things quickly.
On the ground floor, Klaus sauntered over to his shoe locker and pulled out his shoes. He had put a bit of strength into his pull without him realizing, and a white letter immediately fluttered before his eyes. It took a few moments before Klaus could register the object lying near his feet.
"Wait, did I..." Staring at the nameplate soldered onto the shoe locker's door, he shook his head. It was indeed his shoe locker.
"Hm." He quickly glanced left and right. Good, no one else was there at the moment! It would be unwise for him to wait any longer, and so, he picked the letter and hid it in his schoolbag.
Opening it in his room would be the best choice. Though, even after Klaus had resolved to this, his heart couldn't stop thumping against his chest.
"A love letter? It can't be, right?" He said to no one in particular.
He balked at the fact that he'd just received a love letter. That couldn't be it? He never had any experience with this sort of event before, so he had many doubts. No one would think of giving something like this to him. After all, a lot of girls he knew described him as annoying since he wouldn't stop coming up with quotes during conversations. He was self-aware of this.
Though by letting his negative thoughts took over, Klaus quickly concluded that the sender had mistaken his shoe locker for someone else's. Hence the reason why he found the letter first.
Wait, this didn't feel right as well.
It was late evening. Wouldn't it make more sense for the sender to place the letter in the early morning? Leaving it in the shoe locker for a whole night would surely trouble the sender more than he or she would've wanted. That person wouldn't be able to get a good night's sleep, thinking about it.
"Ah... but what do I know? If it does turn out that he or she got the wrong person, I'll just put it where it is supposed to be."
A simple plan, but common sense would tell him otherwise if he thought about it a few more times. There was a good chance that the intended person was someone he didn't know at all, if barely. Klaus proceeded to focus his line of thoughts in a different direction. Indeed, he quickly thought that the sender didn't get his shoe locker mixed up, that he was the intended person all along.
Standing by himself at the school gate, Klaus mentally made a list of the possible girls who had placed the letter in his shoe locker. Could it be the class's representative, Kitabayashi Arisu? Or perhaps his secret admirer was the student council's vice president, Fukutsuchi Emiko! No, this list had some girls that were out of his league. He had to trim it down.
"What's this about a love letter?"
"Wah!"
Aoi looked at Klaus with a steady gaze, neither curiosity nor puzzlement visible in her eyes. At least Klaus thought so when he saw her.
"Nothing... The family is one of nature's masterpieces!"
The quote came out of nowhere. Klaus put up a wry smile, somewhat contradicting himself. He was an open book to his best friend through and through.
"A quote by George Santayana. That aside, you're nervous. Did something happened while I was gone?"
Aoi didn't appear to be worried, despite what she said. Her emotionless countenance sometimes made even Klaus a bit dumbfounded when he wanted to respond to her questions.
These two walked to school every day, and it didn't take more than fifteen minutes for them to reach their neighborhood. Klaus halted in front of his house and slowly turned to face Aoi behind him.
"Have you ever thought of sending a love letter to me?" Klaus blurted out of nowhere, asking a straightforward question.
He'd hoped that his deduction was correct, that Aoi was the one who'd placed the letter.
"Let me guess. Someone sent you a love letter, and you haven't opened it yet. But since you're not close with anyone other than me, you're assuming I was the one who'd given you the letter."
She'd guessed everything!
"Um..."
"I see. Then, good luck with your first romance."
Aoi lazily waved Klaus goodbye and walked to her house a few blocks away. For someone who had known Klaus for a long time, she knew Klaus had no experience in this sort of matter. As far as she was aware, his focus was solely on his hobbies and fascinations.
Klaus's hobbies? During his free time before dinner, he would tend to his collection of books. Yes, each book, each story revolved around the character's relationships.
"Spirits Beyond. Rise of the Wandering Noble Family. Black Tears of Brynhildr."
It was only five more minutes before dinner, but Klaus decided to read one more book before then. He sat on a chair and skimmed through the scented pages of Spirits Beyond. It didn't take more than a few seconds until he had reached the page he wanted to read.
The page described a scene where the male protagonist who had grown up by himself stumbled into a certain girl. This girl recognized him as her younger brother, but he denied any relation between them quite adamantly. The protagonist had grown to hate his family for leaving him by himself and quickly ran away from the scene. He ran away from his older sister.
With a sigh, Klaus put the book away. This emotional scene always got him excited. More often than not, he would try to find time to read the book over and over.
"Spirits Beyond" wasn't the best book he had read, but the protagonist resonated with him quite a lot. An orphan searching for his family, but in the end, chose to forget about them.
A strange feeling welled up in his chest. Yes, the sense of uncomfortable deja vu hit him every time he read this scene. Why? He didn't know the answer.
"Ah, the time!" It was already time for dinner.
At the dining table, an elderly smiled at Klaus when he stepped into the kitchen. Dinner for that night was chicken curry with fragrant, fluffy rice.
Klaus had helped cooked the rice and cut the chicken into sizable pieces roughly an hour ago.
"Eat slowly. The food won't be going anywhere." Klaus's grandma let out a small laugh. Klaus shoved lumps of rice into his mouth, refilled his bowl of rice, and slathered more curry on his plate.
Since Klaus was young, this woman had been taking care of him by herself.
Words won't be enough to describe how grateful Klaus is towards her. Due to this, Klaus wouldn't hesitate to spill whatever he had in his mind.
"Grandma, someone put a love letter in my shoe locker!" said Klaus after he'd finished eating.
It was worth noting that he had not opened the letter yet. Regardless, he ran his mouth and spoke in a prideful tone. This accomplishment enraptured him this much.
"Who is it? Do I know her?" Grandma asked curiously.
"I haven't opened it yet. But whoever this girl is, I'll make her like me more with the newest quotes I'd discovered. She'll fall head over heels over me, I'm sure."
"Ah, but don't neglect your studies, okay? You're a smart student already, so I don't want your academics to be affected. Make good use of your time," said Grandma. "Anyway, don't forget to introduce her to me when you can."
"No problem!"
To be so excited, it was proof that this was indeed Klaus's first step into his adolescent romance. Not to say it was wrong to be thinking this way.
Klaus went back to his room after chatting with grandma for a little while and rummaged through his schoolbag. His fingers pressed the white letter as he pulled it out.
Sweat trickling down his forehead, he gingerly opened the letter with his free hand. A folded sheet of paper poked out from inside.
Thum! Thum!
Akeno Aoi let herself in through the wooden door and stared at the letter in Klaus's hands. She raised an eyebrow at it.
"I didn't say you could come in!" Klaus said with slanted eyes. "And when did you come in?"
"You haven't read it yet?"
"No... I'm about to. Why are you here this late anyway?"
"I can't help but question myself. I want to know who it is."
"Tch. Don't be a busybody."
Klaus wanted to read the letter by himself, so Aoi's presence miffed him, more than he'd thought it would. Regardless, Klaus motioned for Aoi to sit on his chair as he unfolded the white sheet of paper.
It wasn't uncommon for Aoi to visit him at random times. After all, they had known each other since elementary. He was used to seeing her quite a lot after school.
"So, so, who is it?" asked Aoi with an indifferent expression. Her words didn't match the face she was making.
"...."
"Hey, I'm talking to you."
"Is this a prank?"
Klaus gave the paper to Aoi and sat on the floor. He buried his face in his hands and sobbed exaggeratedly. Snots of shame flowed out, and tears of embarrassment trickled down his cheeks. Who would do this?! A devil in human form! Klaus cursed silently.
Aoi stared at the letter, and as if wanting to exacerbate Klaus's mood, read the contents out loud.
"Klaus Weber, I'd known you for a long time. You might not believe nor remember me. To err is human, after all. There are so many things I need to tell you. I need to see you in person. I'll visit your classroom sooner or later, so be prepared.
Regards, your loving father."
"Is this a joke? Your father is..." Aoi wanted to comment on the letter, but Klaus's sobs ceased the action.
"My parents died a long time ago!" Klaus said with teary eyes. "The only ones I have now are you and grandma. Who thought about this heartless prank?!"
"Now, you're acting like a five-year-old... You're exaggerating. Ignore this and..."
"Aoi! I won't forgive anyone who makes fun of my family! If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable – each segment distinct."
"What? That's a quote by Loretta Cottin Porgrebin, right? That came out of nowhere."
Klaus shook his head and stormed out of the house, his hand gripped a slender wooden stick tightly. Where did he get it? Aoi called for him, but the man paid her the scantest attention. He would visit this student who'd sent the letter and wack him or her in the face!
Though, he had no clue as to who this person was, and more importantly, where he or she lived.
"Stop being an idiot."
Aoi pulled him by the collar and slapped him squarely on his cheek.
"Wha... Aoi?"
"You become an idiot every time you let your emotions take over. If I wasn't there for you each time this happened, then you would've been caught doing stupid things."
Again, Aoi said these words with little to no emotion showing on her face.
"Aoi..."
"And since I'm always with you at school, the other students will think I'm weird as well."
"That's your reason?!"
"Anyway, enough of this. Throw away the letter and finish your homework. I'll let you copy mine this time."
Klaus nodded and thanked the benevolent sister with a smile. He wanted to do his homework by himself before, but an offer like this was hard to resist. As for the stupid letter, he would just keep it for now until he could find the sender.

[ STORY IS ON INDEFINITE HIATUS ]

"In every conceivable manner, the family is a link to our past, bridge to our future." – Alex Haley

Every night when certain individuals close their eyes and start sleeping, they are pulled into a place called "The Personal Dimensions". 

During their stay there, they are capable of manipulating the contents of the dimension to their whim. However, evil creatures called Draugrs appear to prey on these humans, forcing them to defend themselves with the help of an entity to guide them.

Soon after a fated encounter, Klaus is discovered to have been "reincarnated" and is able to enter the Personal Dimensions and fight – while balancing his school life, his social life and his new dungeon-crawling life.
___________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________



*This story is also published on royalroad.com and scribblehub.com



I hope you all are ready for this epic chapter, I have a lot of surprises for you in this chapter, I do hope you all are prepared lol. 

So in this chapter I am going to retract my steps a day before so you all can see how William got Munchy to sign the divorce papers,am sure you wanna know what happened. 

So this chapter will be a little longer than expected but am sure you wont mind but be grateful….. 

 Enjoy!!! 

____________________________________________________________________________ 

 

 A Day Before/Saturday 

 

 

 Williams POV 

My hands are shaking so vibrantly in a strange way that no one could ever imagine. I'm only metres away from Munchy's cell and to say that I'm nervous would be an understatement. It’s just one of those moments that I fear that I might say the wrong things you know. And I just want to let go of all the pain once and for all and move on with my life, but I can’t do that unless Munchy signs the divorce papers. Come to think of it she doesn’t need to know that it’s the divorce papers, until she finish signing them and since I'm desperate and I have a few tricks up my sleeves I don’t see why not, do you? 

That's what I thought, It would be fun seeing the expression on her face when my devious plans work, but we all have to take risks don't we? 

 

 End of Williams POV 

“Good Morning Mr Scott, can I see Munchy and afterwards can I file a restricting order and a complaint regarding her as well please," William asked as he reached the familiar front desk. 

“Good Morning Mr Brown good to see you. There's no problem with you doing all you asked, Munchy is right this way in room 042," Mr Scott replied back with a pleasant smile as he walked towards the familiar cell. 

“Thanks for what you did for my daughter Charlie. How can I repay you," William asked in a serious tone as he followed behind Mr.Scott. 

“It's my duty to serve and protect so you owe me nothing, but I do have one favour but it won't cause you a dine and it also has to do with your daughter as well," Mr Scott said softly. 

“What would this favor be," William asked hesitantly. 

“My daughter Bella wants to meet your daughter Charlie, I was telling her how much alike they both were. Long story short she got interested when I told her that Charlie helped me took some bad guys down. So, if you don’t mind my daughter giving your daughter this card, let charlie contact Bella," Mr Scott said as he stopped in front of Munchy's closed door with the number 042 in big and bold black ink. 

"It would be my pleasure, I'll give the card to my daughter and once again thank you," William said before turning the door knob to enter the room. 

 

 

 Munchy's POV 

I could hear faint voices at my cell door, I was curious as to what both persons were uttering but the thickness of the wall wouldn't allow it. But one thing for sure, was that I had a visitor and I wonder who it is. 

 

 End of Munchy's POV 

I sighed as I pulled my foot so that I could enter the room. 

"William is that you," Munchy asked with surprise evident in her voice. 

"Ugh yeah its me how are you doing," William asked as he sat down on a chair across from Munchy. 

"In here gives me the creep, I wish I did things differently you know. I messed things up big time you probably hate me but please forgive me. I know I blamed you for a lot of things you didn't do, I know I didn't treat my children as best as I should have but I can make things right as a family so what do you say will you give us another shot?" Munchy asked with hope in her eyes. 

"As you mentioned the kids, Charlie, Carter and I wrote a letter of some rules we all should follow and some lovely quotes to help motivate us all in keeping the family together and this time no lies, no secrets, nothing but the truth. We will all reunite as a family but if the rules and regulations are not followed then the plan will not work and the family will fall apart again, so we’ve all decided to print a copy of all the rules and quotes that we will all abide by and we’ve all signed our signatures to agree already, am sorry you can’t get to read them as yet because its quite a lot of information and time is against us, but you have to sign your signature more than once so that as a family we will see that you agree to this query and if you disagree it means that you regret everything we’ve ever created. And yes I forgive you, we all have somethings in the past we aren't proud of and if we could go back and change some of the decisions we make then we all would," William said with a knowing smile. 

"I'll sign right away, I can read the letter and quotes later am so happy you all took this into consideration," Munchy stated with a bright smile. 

"Good your making the right decision, now your make it clear that family matters," William said with patience. 

"Do you have a pen," Munchy asked with with her brows raised. 

"Yes I do dear," William said teasingly. 

 

 10 minutes later 

 

 Williams POV 

She signed the divorce papers, my plan worked oh my god, finally am free!!!!!!!! 

 

 End of Williams POV 

"I must get going now munch I have a meeting to attend to okay," William said as he stand up with the paper in his hand and about to walk towards the door but he was stopped by Munchy's question. 

"Aren't you going to leave the paper behind, you said I could read it after?" Munchy questioned completely confused. 

"Thanks for signing the divorce papers Munchy, you seriously think I would forgive you so easily after everything you put me through? You wanted me dead and if it wasn't for my secretary that called me I would be dead man right now, and what's shocking the most is that you cheated on me with my best friend and I had to find out by his phone. Do you just expect me to just forget and let go off what you did? Shouldn't you know better than to know that your kids hate your guts and can you blame them? You didn't just caused me pain you caused your children pain as well, Munchy you wanted to kidnap your own daughter and you expect her to get past that so quickly, I don't understand but were you planning on killing the whole family? And for the heads up everyone hates your guts. Am happy you signed the divorce papers cause your making me a free man. Now am gonna go find the love of my life that will appreciates me, I do hope you have a nice life and if you plan on filing for any of the kids I've already filed for them both and guess what there both stuck with me," William stated before he slammed the door. 

____________________________________________________________________________ 

Your at the end of this chapter i really hope you like it! 

So you all know how munchy signed the divorce papers now so lets get into the questions: 

Do you think munchy was stupid for signing the divorce papers without her reading them? 

How does William feels after getting his divorce? 

Will William regret his decisions later? 

Will William marry Rebecca in the future? 

How will carter and Charlie feel after they found out what William did? 

How will Rebecca feel? 

The next chapter am going to go back to play back to what's gonna happen on Sunday.... Bare in mind that I retraced my step and went to Saturday so I hope I didn't confuse anybody! 

 

 



Charlie Brown, a 17 year old teenager gets kicked out of her home after a tragic incident that took the life of her father. 

With the burning agony of facing an ignorant mother plus a combination of pain and guilt, Charlie is forced to move in with her Aunt Rebecca from Clarksville to Orange Hill, thereby leaving her twin brother carter behind. 

As Charlie moved in with her aunt Rebecca, her aunt takes up her sister responsibilities in being the mother figure in Charlies life. Since her sister Munchy couldn't be a good influence in Charlies life. The main reasons Munchy hates Charlie is because she reminded her of her husband she arranged to murder, and she reminded her of herself when she was growing up.

 Charlie then faces changes and challenges in her once little almost perfect life, but then her world comes crumbling down slowly. One day she accidentally crosses paths with her father, whom she had loved the most. The man she had believed died in a car crash and had left her completely. 

Why did Munchy wanted William her husband dead so badly?

 How on earth is William not dead after Munchy arranged his death?

 How does Charlie feel inside after hearing that her father was dead?

 what did munchy say or do to make Charlie move to her aunt house?


Read to find out what happens to Charlie and to know the answers to the questions above.

CHAPTER.6 THE POWER OF IMAGINATION
HUMAN being has advantage called "THE POWER OF IMAGINATION" First a fall understand the real mean of power of imagination its simple you imagine something in your mind that you just see no other see it.
It could be like some information, idea, plan, product, service, strategy or some type of thoughts that no one see that some of people have question why no one see?
It simply means it's your thoughts you power of thinking, your ability to see some type of problem how anyone think or see what kind of thoughts you have.
'every great product or service first start in mind' and without power of imagination how do you produce any thoughts and ideas.
SO, reader I'm asking you what your favorite book, podcast, business show or a movie (business movies) you know your answer but question stand here why do you love any book or person?
Simply because you love his content or taking picture in your mind, this thing happens because of imagination I my right?
If yes so, we understand one of the power full quotes "Great men have great imagination". Second one is "imagination is everywhere"
(1) GREAT MEN HAVE GREAT IMAGINATION
So, reader in this part of the book I'm meet you 3 great scientist or inventor all the time he uses extraordinary power of imagination, and I clearer that the end of this topic you will understand why great men have great imagination.
THE GREATEST SCIENTIST SIR.ALBERT EINSTEIN
 
The great scientist ALBERT EINSTEIN say Imagination is more important than knowledge, for knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand."
The great scientist albert Einstein invent the phenomenon thing called gravity if you read this book it means you 100% understand Einstein gravity situation or explanation, you also read Einstein apple theory in your school studies I'm not here describe his Apple theory but we try to understand his imagination power, without his imagination I'm sure he not able to invent gravity.
So we imagine right at time Einstein apple situation imagine Einstein sitting and at time one apple fall to his head STOP here all the imagination cover in this situation now understand that Einstein is not a first person who sitting and something fall in down side but he live in present time and use his imagination ask him self why A apple fall in down side?
Einstein ask him self again and again something why anything fall down to the earth? He starts experiment many more stuff and finally he 100%sure that anything in this world throw is fall the down side the earth, but his curiosity not complete here he ask again himself but what every thing fall in down why this principal not apply in space?
Finally, one day he completes his curiosity and find THE GRAVITY that why his achieve greatness but what factor he use to complete his curiosity?
IMAGINATION yes Einstein first use his imagination power than add unstoppable curiosity and he give the all world new LAW OF GRAVITY we respect sir. Einstein thanks for giving gravity definition and we use very well.
"The area of space science gravity is first priority" that because we able to take our satellite in space and research about many galaxy, so I'm suggest you also use your imagination power and make something that no one imagine and achieve great success people remember Many Many years 'the god will send you just because of one reason ADDING VALUE in this universe.
 
THE GREAT SCIENTIST OR BUSINESSMEN SIR.TOMAS ALVA EDISON
The greatest American inventor or businessmen TOMAS.A. EDISON these men change the darkness to the light in all the world, SIR.EDISON developed many devices like (Electric power generation, mass communication, sound recorder, motion picture and LIGHT BULB) This men also use his imagination power and create many products.
EDISON most famous quotes are "To invent, you need a good imagination and a pile of junk." This man is inspiring an of many Entrepreneurs, businessmen or many people, Edison made 1,000 unsuccessful attempts to inventing the light bulb.
One reporter asked him "SIR.EDISON how do feel to fail 1,000 times?
EDISON replied who say you I'm fail No "I didn't fail 1,000 times; I'm learn that these 1,000 attempts not working for inventing light bulb. 
Reader just look at his power of imagination about failure he says I'm not fail 1,000 times I'm just learn this is the real power of imagination but imagine if we fail 3 to 4 major businesses how we feel? Very sad and I'm 100% sure we have not that much power to fail 1,000 times and stand again and work with same effort, just think that how he thinks failure and now he printed 1,000 experience(attempt) to his name.
TOMAS.A.EDISON the most time failure men but hr NEVER GIVE UP just think that one person fail 1,000 times but never thinking about give up this is the real game of high achiever mind, that why I'm say you first join master mind group you are a achieve success I'm sure but your subconscious mind 'learn daily it only tool that help you' NEVER GIVE UP.
TOMAS ELVA EDISON fail 1,000 attempts to achieve "The greatest inventor in all time THE LIGHT BULB,
Never give up I'm also fail 3 times in my life but I'm not thinking that I'm fail, I just learn from failure so why you thinking about give up. (I fail first my love than 2 times business failure) we are a fucking eagle and we fly alone, "Alone is powerful than anything" some people give up and some people make history.
You are coming for making history and you will achieve everything that you imagine just never give up...KEEP GOING, I'm confirm one thing if you thinking about achieving success you will be Alone Today, tomorrow and yesterday because sheep waking in community and lion walk alone.
If you alone its direct mean you will going successful one day…. keep going Buddy.
 
THE FOUNDING FATHER OF AMERICA SIR.BENJAMIN FRANKLIN
Benjamin franklin one of the greatest leaders ever in all history time, "Sir. Benjamin One men One army" you have question why I'm say this way? he masters in writer, printer, political, philosopher, politician, freemason, postmaster, scientist, invertor, humourist, civic, activist, statesman and diplomat.
Think that how one person masters in this field? I'm give you quick answer in one word "CURIOSITY" yes curiosity is biggest factor for making normal person to the greatest person in all time.
This is my thoughts I'm not say you to buy my thoughts but I thinking that America is a center of most great leader, businessmen, inventor, Entrepreneur, scientist and many more, America produce many great leaders of all the history.
Just think that today America in one side and all world stand different side if America do something all fucking world try to copy them but "copy is copy and making different process" if you are born if America so today go and say thanks god your country is center of great leader like GEORGE WASINGTON, BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, ABRAHAM LINCOLN, ALEXANDER HAMILTON, NIKOLA TESLA, GRAHAM BELL, WRIGHT BROTHRES, TOMAS EDISON And many more great leaders.
Study show that if you live or born in America your chance of achieving success is increase than any one, it not means I'm not love my country INDIA also produce most of leaders, scientist, businessmen and Entrepreneur I love both countries.
INCREASE IMAGINATION POWER
So, in this topic I'm explain you some type of technique and method how you will increase your imagination power...
(1) TURN OF YOUR FUCKING TV.
Watching tv is fucking worst thing in this world I'm say you in my life experience that successful people don't watch fucking Tv, tell me just one person men who watch 3 to 4 hours Tv and he became wealthy not a single person you will find I'm sure but why rich and successful people don't watch Tv one of the most important fact that Tv give only 10 to 15% knowledge and 90% fucking garbage.
One of the most important information I learn in my early that luxury brand like (ROLL-ROYCE, BENTLEY, PORSCHE AND RANGE ROVER) they are not investing their money on Tv ad why? Simple because they understand their audience not watching a Tv, 90% people in this world are watching Tv show, web series and many more entertainment shows but only 5 to 8% people invest in mind.
Choice today what are you destine 90% community or top 10% community? If you read his book so you are become top 10% people community and you invest in your mind, reading a book not just help your mind but also increase your imagination power, willpower, thinking ability, knowledge and many more benefits.
Successful people not become successful lucky they become successful because they thinking like successful and act successful, go and read any successful person biography you will find that this daily routine was different then normal people its true "the secret of your success is hidden in your daily routine" that fucking true.
My mentor says very well that 'look at any unsuccessful person daily routine you will find why he not achieve success' I'm believe my mentor this advice you also able to find why people not achieve success its because of this daily routine I'm give you here quick example you will realize that why success ratio have very down, just tell me one thing how many of people walk up at 4Am morning answer is 2to 3% I'm rights how many of people walk up 8 to 10Am belong in the morning answer is 80 to 90% that is success ratio.
How many books you read in this year's 5to 8 that's good but not great "good is the enemy of the great" but most successful businessmen, Entrepreneurs or investor read at list 25 to 30 books in a single year, WARREN BUFFETT spends is five to six hours a day just for reading newspaper, corporate reports and books, BILL GATES read 50 books in a year, ELON  MUSK in his early years reading 2 books a day, MARK ZUCKERBERG aim is read one book in every two weeks and what about you how many books do you read in his year?
Read a book it a process of imagine some kind of information, character, background, situation, Authors thoughts and many more thing you will imagine in you mind and capture them but then we watching an Tv you just need for capturing images or information (Tv information same that garbage) 2 kind of different process choice your choice well? 
One of the greatest special men I'm meet that name was SWAMI GYANVASSHAL he says that if you read only 200 books, I'm challenge you, you will not live your like normal person.
The greatest quotes about books that "books are the best friend of human being "Think that reading a book is a different process than watching a Tv, some of the poor-mindset people say that if watching is not good for me so I'm not taking courses YouTube video, business show and many more no Asshole my atones what not this way, I'm simply say that if you find knowledge in Tv so definitely watch but "knowledge is power" if you find knowledge anything just watch but research show that Tv have only 10 to 15% knowledge source so why you waste your time.
The law of succeed book if you read it direct mean you will complete your first step to achieving success.

THIS BOOK IS BLUEPRINT OF SUCCESS FULL SUCCESS DEFINATION PROVIDE IN ONE BOOK CALLED "THE LAW OF SUCCESSED"

Tik tok …tik tok…tik tok... It was always the clock ticking that would wake me up from my thoughts. Something about it always alert me about it. I look at my right and I found that it's already 1 pm, morning isn't really my thing.
"well look who decided to show up."
"good morning to you too mother."
"are you ok Elena you look a little pale."
"oh I'm ok mum I just slept too much."
"hmmm I see."
My said with a soft smile that had a deeper meaning than just a smile it means that she is there for me but is she really.
"hey mummmmm I'm hungry."
"Sophie I think mum already know that you called her mummmmm after all."
"well Elena I wasn't talking to you that's for sure so why speak up."
"Sophia Grason never speak like that to your older sister do you hear me."
"you are weak mum have to defend your pathetic self."
Sophia said whispering so mum won't hear.
"Hey Elena what do you want to eat?"
"thanks mum I'm not hungry now."
"Elenaaaaa."
"mummmmmmm."
"make sure you ate after a while."
"yessss mummm."
As I said that I started to head for my room I might still be young but one thing for sure I don't wanna stay at the same place with my sister.
"you are weak."
my sisters words kept ringing inside my head and I knew for sure that my overthinking will start soon so I decided to listen to music and try to look at quotes. I decided to listen to Ghost by Jacob lee that song always takes my heart, his voice is so unique and the lyrics always hit me up and the melody it's just right. Everything about that song is right. i kept scrolling between different quotes but nothing caught my attention it's all the same except for one 
"the word clue….
It means a hint. something to help us find something or someone.
Sometimes it's someone close to us or something we put ourselves to not lose our way in the future."
I read that quote and wondered is that true did we somehow help ourselves and didn't know it but if we did, How did I help myself? 
All that thinking made me wonder of every choice I made and if it was the right one back then or if it was the right one for the future. As I try to recall the memories my mind get blocked and become blanked.
"I have to remember to get better."
I keep telling myself but no use it's still blank.
the memories and the words are stuck inside my mind i try over and over but no use. it's funny they always say to speak my mind it's easy but look at me stuck and trapped inside my mind i'm really a good for nothing. will i ever be good at anything or for anyone i doubt it someone like me shouldn't exist from the beginning.
.........….

the door that we closed inside of us is it really closed or did it open while we were consumed by life

The glimmering orange sunlight crept through the windows of the hospital wing. Newt woke up to the array of warm colours, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in his bed. 

"Rise and shine!" called out Madam Pomfrey, who walked over to him and tipped a large tray of gelatinous ointment over him. 

"GOD!" he exclaimed, his body jolting up due to the shock. Even though he had felt the sensation before, his body wouldn't adjust.  "Could you at least warn me next time?" he asked her, agony running through his voice. She nodded. 

"I've heard today that Dumbledore will be announcing news of the Triwizard Tournament today." she told him, "Since you can't be there, you can listen to it on the radio I'm supplying you with." She placed the radio on the bedside table. "Change it to radio station Groove 95.3 for the latest." she winked, walking to other patients, which there weren't many. 

"Thanks." he nodded, changing the radio station immediately. The radio made a screechy static noise as it switched between channels. When the radio finally stopped screeching, it played its jingle: 

"Groove 95.3. The best ever school radio. Groove 95.3." 

"Haha." Newt laughed, "The school is great at creating catchy and hilarious jingles!" he stifled his laughter as the radio conveyed actual information. 

"Students of the school," Dumbledore's voice reverberated around the Hall, with the radio blasting his voice. "Today I will announce the Triwizard Tournament and its participants. But," he paused, "You all need to show a little school spirit." he paused again to gauge the audience's reaction. No response.

"Well then…" he muttered. "How surprising." This was just audible by Newt, who chuckled at both Dumbledore's actions and all of the school's responses. "Anyway. We'll move on from that by announcing the champion for Durmstrang Institute!" 

A cheer erupted from the Durmstrang side. "The champion from Durmstrang Institute is…" he paused, "Drumroll please!" A unanimous groan. "No drumroll? Sure," he whispered to himself. Newt continued to listen. 

"Get to the point Dumbledore!" he muttered. "We aren't gonna be here all day!" he continued, "Well, I am." he realised. 

"The champion from Durmstrang Institute is Henry Manning!" he exclaimed. Henry was a student who prided himself on his physical abilities. He had jet black hair, tanned skin, green eyes and a gnarly jawline. Many girls from both schools fangirled as he strode up to shake Dumbledore's hand. 

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity!" Henry commented, his voice deep, shaking his hand swiftly. 

"Don't thank me! Thank the students," he responded. 

"Will do." he nodded his head politely, returning to his school table. 

"Now, for Ilvermorny, the North American wizarding school." He drew his gaze over to their table, the majority of the students waiting in anticipation. 

"Their champion is… Drumroll please." Another unanimous groan. "OK. No drum rolls!" he exclaimed. "Their champion is…" he repeated, "Amelia Silverliner!" 

She was sitting next to her sister, Noelle. Amelia was boasting about how she would end up being chosen. She was rather short but had bright red frizzy hair, shaped up like a crown on her head. The heels of her shoes were heightened especially for her, attempting to give her a slightly oppressing demeanour. 

"Yes!" she exclaimed, "I knew it! Beat that Noelle!" She jumped up, soaking herself in the misty air of fame, glory and fortune that she always received from her friends. 

"Hahahaha!" she cackled. Noelle frowned, creases appearing all over her face. 

"Damn it!" Noelle banged the table in fury. "Of course she'd receive the opportunity!" she muttered, "But can she live up to it?" she thought, smirking, beginning to create possible ways to plant seeds of doubt around her sister that would eventually sprout into revenge. Amelia gracefully made her way up to the Headmaster, shaking his hand. 

"Why is it that only the brightest stars shine? AKA, me." she boldly questioned. 

"Well, the other stars in the galaxy have other ways of shining, you know." he smirked, "AKA your sister that thinks she has no chance of being in your standards." 

"Enough pep talking." she interrupted. "My sister is a disgrace. Before you continue..." she paused, "I'm off."  She waved with a queen-like manner to her audience, gliding back to her table, most of the students in awe. 

All of this was audible on the radio. Newt gasped, because of the kind of trash talk that Amelia gave her sister behind her back as well as directly to her. 

"What a nasty sister indeed!" he muttered. 

"Now…" he paused, "For the best champion of all. The Hogwarts champion!" he exclaimed, clearly biased. "The Hogwarts champion is…" he paused, without segwaying into drum rolling or anything of the like, "Theseus Scamander!" he exclaimed. 

"Did that just happen?" Theseus questioned quietly. 

"Come on up!" Dumbledore encouraged him. 

"This is for you Newt. You too Leta." he thought, determined to win. He walked briskly up to the Headmaster, greeting him with gratitude. 

"You made it!" Dumbledore exclaimed joyously, "Now do us proud!" 

"I'll do my best." he nodded, walking back briskly to the Hogwarts table. 

"Yes!" Newt exclaimed ecstatically, laughing with glee. "That's the spirit Theseus!"

"That's amazing! Good on him!" Leta muttered. "We'll have to help him soon…" she thought, "What might they throw at us? How dangerous will it be? What if no one ends up winning? Or what if it is a hoax?" Her questions overtook the celebration of Theseus. She shivered at the thought. 

"Now…" Dumbledore continued, "To all of the champions, good luck. You need to stay behind to be interviewed. To the rest of you, you can depart." The majority of the school rushed away, murmurs spreading around like wildfire. The three champions were left alone in the Great Hall, the Headmaster beckoning them to follow him. 

"Come on!" he said. "You lucky three are about to become history in the making!" he smiled, rubbing his hands together. He led them out to a small, sunny grassy courtyard. There was a slender, blonde-haired woman in front of them. The trio stared at her with curiosity. She was wearing a green flowing dress, brown square glasses and was holding a long feathered quill and clipboard. 

"Rather eccentric," Henry muttered under his breath. 

"Well, here are the interviewees!" she smiled happily at them. "I haven't introduced myself. I'm Rita Skeeter, journalist and editor for the Daily Prophet. Right." she paused, looking down at her clipboard, "Who's first?" She pointed her quill at each of them. 

"I suggest we do this in an orderly fashion. Alphabetical order perhaps?" Dumbledore suggested. 

"Alright then," she muttered. "Amelia. Come with me." 

"With pleasure!" she smirked. 

Rita led her into a cramped, dingy room with two timber chairs placed opposite each other. The pair took their seats. 

"Do you mind if I use a Quick Quotes Quill?" Rita asked her. 

She shrugged her shoulders, not knowing the object in her hand. 

"Amelia Silverliner, correct?" 

"Mhm." 

"Ilvermorny?" 

"Yes." 

"Age?"

"That's a bit personal!" Amelia snapped. 

"Well," she paused, "Fame and fortune don't come without a cost," she smirked. "Age?" she repeated. 

"17," she muttered. 

"Now, how do you think you'll tackle the tournament?" 

"Head on. Cheat. Lie. Steal. Whatever it takes!" 

"Give me a minute…" she muttered, her quill scribbling quickly on its own. 

Rita read out her notes to herself, which read: 

Amelia Silverliner is a pompous, snobby girl from Ilvermorny, aged 17. She has frizzy hair the size of a beehive and the colour of a tomato. 

She quotes that, "I'm destined to be a star through this tournament! I'll knock everyone out of the park." Her attitude continues to demonstrate her egoistic values.  Amelia has decided to take things seriously and attack with all hell breaking loose.  Will these tactics cost her the game? Time will tell. 

"Alright. You may leave," she spoke. 

"Before I do…" she paused, "I AM NOT SNOBBY!" she yelled childishly, her hair waving around crazily. 

"Point proved!" she exclaimed, "You can leave now." 

"Hmph!" she huffed, neatening her hair and breezing out of the room. 

"So… How was it?" Both of the other boys questioned. 

"None of your beeswax!" she retaliated, "But... If you really want to know," she slurred, "It went rather well." 

"Sure 'bout that pipsqueak?" Henry challenged her, turning to look her in the eye.

"Positive." A determined smirk grew on her face, unfazed by the comment. 

"Your turn, Henry," Dumbledore instructed. 

He walked briskly into the room, ruffling his hands through his hair, before sitting down, crossing his legs. 

"Age?" She imposed it without hesitation. 

"Um��" he hesitated before answering, "Isn't it obvious?" he challenged her. 

"Well, I'm testing for any irregularities or illegalities." she stared straight into his emerald green eyes. 

"I'm no irregularity or illegality." he chuckled, glancing around the room. "17." 

"As I expected," she commented, her quill dancing on the paper. "Now, how do you plan on crowning yourself the Triwizard champion?" 

"I think my Quidditch abilities will come in handy as well as the other physical strengths I have." 

"Position?" 

"I think that's also apparent." He flexed his muscles slightly.

"Beater?" she stated blandly, staring unimpressed. 

"Quite right." He gave her a charming smile. 

"Your little charms aren't gonna fool me." she smirked, "Although it could fool your audience," she muttered. 

She examined her writing, which read:

Henry Manning is a handsome, physical boy from Durmstrang institute, also aged 17. He has well-tanned skin, jet black hair the colour of ink and a rather charming smile. 

he quotes, "My quidditch skills will take me to the end. I think I have a fair chance." Henry believes that his charms and physical stability will give him an advantage. Henry's results purely depend on the challenges awaiting our champions. Will he rise or will he fall? Time will tell. 

"I'm done with you." she said dryly, "Bring in the next one." 

"Hey Theseus, you're up." Henry called out to him, "Don't let her go over your head." he nudged him on the shoulder. Theseus smiled back, rushing over to Rita. 

"So…" the journalist paused, "Lucky last, huh." 

She was expecting a response but was greeted with silence. 

"Ok, Mr Cagey," she commented, "Right. Age?"

"16." He shivered slightly, a cool breeze whipping through the cabin. 

"Ooh! Is that an irregularity or illegality?" She was piqued with interest.

"Irregularity. A unique one. Young for the year but still acceptable." he said casually, attempting to maintain composure under Rita Skeeter's pressure. 

"Interesting. Any skills?"

"Not much. I suppose academics." he shrugged, whilst he struggled to rack his brain for a noticeable talent. "Morals," he suggested.

"I'm sorry kid, but morals don't help you to achieve your goals in a competition as serious as this," she stated. Theseus' shoulders sagged, his self-confidence creeping lower and lower the more he was questioned. 

"How do you suppose you'll conquer everyone else?"

"Wit. Problem-solving. Luck." he enunciated each word, hoping that he wouldn't be criticised. 

"I'll jot that down," she muttered. 

The final interviewee's statement read: 

Theseus Scamander is a tall, smart boy from Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry, aged younger than his fellow competitors at 16. He has fair skin, brown hair the colour of wood and a somewhat confident demeanour. 

He quotes that he will use "Wit. Problem-solving and luck," to overcome his competition. He believes that his academic skill, knowledge and morals will also give him an extra edge. The fact that he is younger than the rest is most likely to be his downfall, but it could also be his saving grace. How will we find out? Time will tell. 

"Easy. You're done," she stated. 

"Thanks." he nodded to her before moving out of the room. 

"So��� How was it all, your first taste of Triwizard fame?" Dumbledore winked. 

"Glorious," Amelia spoke, staring at her competitors.  

"Mysteriously pleasant," Henry replied. 

"Unusual," Theseus mumbled, hands in his pockets, staring at the floor. 

"Well, however you felt, it's only gonna get harder from here." Dumbledore saluted them before flashing out of sight. 

Henry strode off without hesitation. Theseus attempted to walk briskly away from Amelia, but she tagged along. 

"Why are you off in such a hurry?" she questioned, continuing to stride at Theseus' pace. 

"Brother's in hospital, no time to waste." 

"Noelle's supposed to be there. Race ya!" she sprinted ahead of him. 

"Your sister right?" His hair was waving in the wind. 

"Uh-huh." she nodded back. 

The pair rushed off, engaging in some sort of mutual competition to reach the hospital wing.  Theseus claimed the crown as he watched Amelia huff and puff up the last set of stairs. 

"God, you're good." she panted. 

He nodded back to her before looking out for Newt. 

"He's not here," he muttered. "Trelawney's in his place…" 

"And where's Noelle? NOELLE!" she yelled. 

The pair of them were in his case, Newt finishing off his notes on Kelpies at his desk, Noelle lying on the floor, eyes fixated on his hair. 

"It's peaceful here, huh?" 

"Yeah." he sighed, relaxing his shoulders greatly. "That's done," he muttered, slamming his notebook shut. 

"You should relax!" she encouraged him, "No use working while you're sick!"

"True, true." he sighed once more, moving to sit next to her. "Not yet!" he exclaimed, facepalming himself before standing up. His mind skyrocketed from relaxed to productive. "I have to feed the Mooncalves now, for nutritional stability!" he emphasised the last three words. 

She stared at him as he strode around the case in circles, mesmerised. 

"Ok, ok, ok…" he muttered, "Accio." A silver bucket full of pellets zoomed his way. He clicked his tongue several times, in a specific rhythm. The Mooncalves dashed over, chirping, their eyes conveying hunger. 

"Wow!" she gasped. 

"I know." he winked at her. "Good boys! Jasper, Murray, Chris, Felix." He threw several pellets in their direction, which floated in the air before gravitating down. The four of them gobbled down their food, the girls waiting patiently. 

"Now for your feed!" He swung his attention to the remaining four. "Good girls! Olivia, Sophia, Millie, Hannah." The four savoured their food, eating with more care. The boys rushed back to their enclosure. 

"Hah. You named one Millie!" she commented, "Coincidence? I think not!" 

"Pure coincidence," he muttered. "Now that that's done…"

"You can relax!"

"Nope. I think I heard my brother outside, your sister too! We better go see them." He ran his fingers through his hair, before rushing up the stairs. Noelle groaned to herself, before following him.

"There are no strange creatures, only blinkered people..." 

At Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry, nothing is normal. Throw a few magical teenagers in the mix, and everything goes haywire...

Newt Scamander is a Hufflepuff student at Hogwarts, hoping to seek something new this year. To his surprise, he receives his wish, along with the prettiest girl of Ilvermorny! (according to himself...) Who knows what to expect when love is in the air?

good read quotes novel

Good Quotes

Quotes about Life

Quotes.

The Soul Eater's Possession

Daily Struggle of an Author

Astral's Oubliette

The Girl With The Broken Family

THE LAW OF SUCCESSED

The eternal road

Love Is All Around

People search good read quotes also like: