The sorting ended and Dumbledore stood up, I hated Dumbledore. The man was cause of a lot of my grief. He had used my birth to push his own agendas. Making my family more hateful of me. This and that he was a master manipulator made it impossible for me to like him. I would never associate myself with him, this was sure.
As night descended, the lights in Jiang City lit up and brightly sparkled in the night sky. In this bright city, in front of a bar in the city center, a muscular and fierce bouncer glared at a tiny girl.
kindly, can you also review my novels??? and give your humble suggestions???...
I wrote some novels, and they are yet ongoing...if you say, I can share the link with you...
thank you
i can't understand how people call it frustrating and how death of Joanna got to do with calling "Not worth reading" the whole novel...i think you don't know how many writer's commit suicide due to such personal attacks in name of constructive criticism...😒 Which they are totally not
"AND WHAT WERE YOU DOING WHEN HE WAS BEING AN IDIOT. YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED US, BUT NO YOU JUST HAVE TO KEEP ALL HIS SECRETS TO YOURSELF. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE DNR. GET HIM ON THE VENT."
👏👏👏👏👏very well done...inspired...a smooth tale, with all perks of sadness, amusement, confidence, happiness and intelligence.... waiting for the next chapters
The story is moving with a pace, and the medical commands never stop to win my heart, the synchronization of life and death, hope and hopelessness is Wonderful...very well done