A/N :Hello wonderful creatures, welcome back to yet another piece of mine that I am writing. This book that I am writing have been made up in the last second. I had this wild imagination, but what made me think that this wild imagination of mine could be made into a story, is the wild dreams I have. Yes my dreams. I am always dreaming of fighting with some fairy, that I am being chased by a black panther, that I have stolen something from the dragons (yes it is indeed my dream and hence this story was made, you'll find out later what I stole) while I was being chased by Voldemort or rather he-who must not be named, and thousands of witches and some army. Then my old crush brought my sister dead in my arms, then once I was flying with this girl with red hair through some place the opening of the animated-movie called "Weatharing with you" is how my dream started if you know you know. Then I visited ancient Egypt with her, we were searching for diamonds in the mud between strawberries, then I was in another flying world where I was around unicorns and magical waterfalls it was all pink, blue, purple and all colors so vibrant. I saw Shrek too lmao. Yes my dreams are always so adventurous and colorful but yet again it ends up with death or being chased and someone killing my loved ones. Or me losing my power. But anyway I obviously went over the line with me saying about my dreams. So the characters of this story aren't chosen you can use your imagination.
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Disclaimer :this story involves mature content, such as harming someone, mature language, intimate situations. Read it by your choice you have been warned.
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This story haven't been copied or taken by anyone as an example. All characters and situations are purely coincidental and are not and shall not be taken as an example. All of the things are made up and are part of my imagination. None of these are real or should be taken seriously as it all is a fantasy after all. This piece of creation is not to be copied or should be took credits of. If you want to re-write it or copy it, ask for permission before as this is my own creation and piece that I spend my time on. My own creation and imagination. You are not allowed to do so beforehand. Take this as a warning.
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To all readers who have given a chance to this piece of creation and are voting and supporting me I thank you so deeply and sincerely from the bottom of my heart. It means a lot to me to be supported and respected and seen as an author. So thank you really, leave your thoughts and opinions on this book in the comments as I would be more than happy to answer any questions or just read your thoughts on my book. All responses are welcomed even negative as everyone has an opinion. However I would not handle bad comments that are offensive and throw nothing but shade and hate. They are to be deleted by me. If you don't like my piece of creation and only came here to hate on it you are advised or free to leave. None of the harsh words would truly hurt me because after all this is what I desire to write about. And I do what makes me happy but I wouldn't handle disrespect. So with all due respect and in kindest way possible back off if you don't like it, you can see in what genre I put it in and what tags I used.
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Note : Have in mind that English is not my main language and I am trying my best to use the right choice of words and suitable phrases.
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With that have fun reading this, I most certainly will have fun writing this. :)
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