Vina and Genma couldn't be more different-and perhaps that's exactly why their mutual teasing, provocations, and flirtations eventually blossom into something real. Genma Shiranui x OC

Only when death is staring you in the face do you realize the value of life. Besides, I can't give them what they want if I don't know what they're asking for OC x Kakashi Hatake [Naruto]

You have no idea what will happen, do you? 》It all started with an accident involving Kayla and her younger sister Kaitlyn, and the subsequent deal with Lucifer that wasn't supposed to take shape for a few years.《 They betrayed the devil. Forced him to live the life he had just left. And if that wasn't enough, they burned down the priest's temple. What comes next? Cover by ©Little7Seven Story by ©Little7Seven Non-Fiction/Original Story Reaper|Lucifer|Devil/Demon Posted: November 13, 2018 Finished:

When I was a little girl, the line between good and evil seemed as clear to me as day and night. But as life gets more complicated, that line becomes blurred, and we try to justify our actions when we believe we have crossed that line. If we aren't careful, such a decision can fill us with a darkness that prevents us from ever seeing the light again. Yu-Gi-Oh! ▪︎ Battle City | Enter the Shadow Realm (Season 02 | 03) ▪︎ Waking the Dragon (Season 04) ▪︎ Dawn of the Duel (Season 05)

We spend our whole lives trying to stave off death: we eat, invent, love, pray, fight, kill. Yet what do we really know about death? Only that no one comes back, but there comes a point in every life, a moment when their mind outlasts their longings, their obsessions, when their habits and dreams endure, and when their losses.... Perhaps death is a gift. That is the question.

The devil really exists, and he isn't a little red man with a tail and horns. He can even be beautiful, because he is a fallen angel and used to be God's favorite. Cover by ©Little7Seven Story by ©Little7Seven Non-Fiction/Original Story

To be torn from life means to have lived until death. And if life is a mystery, perhaps death holds the answer.

Als ich noch ein kleines Mädchen war, sprach meine Mutter von einer Prophezeiung. Von einer Zeit, in der die Welt in Dunkelheit gehüllt sein und über das Schicksal der Menschen entschieden werden würde. Eines Abends fand ich den Mut und fragte meine Mutter, warum die Götter jetzt so zornig auf ihre Kinder waren. Die Antwort war. "Ich weiß es nicht. Wahrscheinlich war ihnen, der ganzen Mist hier einfach nur leid."

'Süß, wie Zucker; scharf, wie Pfeffer und bunt, wie lauter schöne Sachen. Das waren die Zutaten für die perfekten kleinen Mädchen' Ja, nein, wohl eher nicht. ➥ Bullet Train

(Re-upload) Das eigentliche Scheitern liegt darin, es gar nicht erst zu versuchen. Und Erfolg, misst sich an unserem Umgang mit Enttäuschungen, immer wieder. Wir alle sind hergekommen und haben es versucht. Jeder auf seine Art.