Flowers bloom before the fruit, happiness is seen before the birth of a child and chaos occurs before the entry of Vanberg! 4 friends encounter mysterious happenings throughout their Sophomore Year in Highschool. They come to know a powerful villian, Huston Vanberg is behind it. A few months into their research, they are travelling between two different worlds; The Drama World and Earth. They need to solve this issue otherwise they will be trapped in the Drama World for good. During their mission they encounter serious difficulties. Will love bloom amongst them or will it die out. Soon, they realise they aren't the only ones who are fighting for freedom. Will the 4 help them out too? Inspired by W - Two Worlds ©All pictures used in this story DO NOT belong to me

Calculating the momentum, speed, and acceleration of the bullet according to the distance, she grabbed the bullet in an unreal way. This had to be a dream! She had held the bullet with her index and her thumb turning from the front to her back facing Saira, she caught the bullet with her left hand while her right hand was with her whole body at stand-at-ease position. Her face turned towards her left hand with an evil grin and confident pair of eyes. Due to the speed of the shot, she had scratched her fingers but nothing serious to concern her. Even the men at the other end stood amused by her reaction. Saira looked into her eyes, to see her innocent soul and finally, she felt trust in this girl. **** "You have got a beautiful face, be my queen we will rule the world together," the man said pressing her cheeks. She smirked and he suddenly left his grab. He felt electricity flowing through this woman. "No one can touch me without my permission." "Who the hell are you," he hesitated in disbelief. God knows what he was thinking she was. "Me?" She laughed, "I am ur death." **** At this moment, her deep black eyes stared into their soul, piercing it in a thousand ways. Her smile would have lessened the harm, but it was on a tour as she had already taken the lot personally. Enough was enough! **** "When God wants, we die, when God wants we are born, but we live by our own choices. You won't get to make this decision once again. Think well, Think once."

if not ironic, be irenic if not going to balter I am on the meadow, dear, praising the elysian nature.

"there's life after death flower after rain rainbow after storm" Set of poems that you may like.