Elea Stories

πριγκίπισσα του σύμπαντος Aku tidak pernah tahu dan mengerti apa arti kalimat yang menjadi judul buku tersebut. Sejujurnya, buku yang kuambil ini milik Egra. Sosok yang paling dikagumi di sekolah. Tapi bagiku dia hanya manusia biasa. Hanya saja, pemikiranku tentang sosok Egra ternyata hanya halusinasi. Kami semakin dekat begitu mengetahui rahasia masing-masing. Jatuh cinta padanya? Sepertinya. Tapi, apa benar kami sudah ditakdirkan. Lalu, bagaimana tentang takdirku? Apakah aku benar-benar akan bersama sampai akhir dengan Egra? Atau sesosok pria pemilik mata sebiru lautan? Seseorang pernah berkata padaku, tentang dendam yang terus terbakar karena hidupnya bara api kecil, janji pada diri yang harus selesai, kisah yang bersambung terus maju, rindu yang kembali memburunya. Awalnya aku tidak paham. Namun, kini aku masih meragu walaupun jawabannya sudah hampir jelas. "Kematian" Pengorbanan bara api yang telah melarikan diri ribuan tahun dari takdirnya. 18 Des 2019

Eleana is heart-broken with her relationship, or should I say past relationship with Evan, her ex- bestie. She wants to find the person who would take his place till they mend her heart, or at least be there for her. There is roller-coaster rides through her experience with love, emotions, and family. What is her next step to guide her through life itself?

Yes, love hurts. Whether in friendly and romantic relations. Yes, I'm in pain. But I'm trying to get over it. Above this lack of love and sadness that they gave me. Rose.

"L'amour n'est pas terre promise ; un seul dérape et tout le monde plonge."

Quite fictional story inspired by the old methodologies, but not based on them. It's about reusing the roles of Gods and Goddesses in a different dimension and new fantasies.

Smile, nod, and follow. That's slightly most of Elea's life living in the shadow of her beautiful best friend Marilyn--naturally second place to this first place kind of girl. When she meets Liam, the tall, sweet smelling, not to mention good-looking guy Marylin is friends with things might look up. Or not. Through time and distance, Elea will finally find herself and maybe even have her own happily ever after.

I want him. I crave him. I love him. I love the way he smile. He is like a magnet that pulls me towards him. He is like a butterfly that I want to catch. Your eyes are the bluest of oceans and I've drowned in them more time's than you'd think. I am addicted to you. "Do you like it"He ask me . "Yes"I answer

El Torneo de los Tres Magos siempre ha sido símbolo de honor, peligro y gloria. Tres escuelas. Tres campeones. Un destino escrito por el Cáliz de Fuego. Hasta ahora. Ese año, una decisión olvidada en la historia mágica es activada de nuevo: la participación de una cuarta escuela, una institución que Francia ha mantenido oculta durante siglos. Desde los Alpes franceses llega el Lycée de Valenor, un colegio reservado únicamente para los descendientes de los linajes más antiguos y poderosos del mundo mágico, educados bajo una disciplina fría, elegante y silenciosa. Valenor no envía cartas. No pide permiso. Sus estudiantes son reclamados. Entre ellos llega una joven cuya sola presencia altera el equilibrio del Torneo. De cabello blanco como la nieve perpetua y ojos verdes que parecen contener una conciencia propia, su belleza supera incluso a la de las veelas, aunque no pertenece a su especie. Es una Sylphaelis, una criatura antigua, rara y casi extinta, criada para controlar un poder que no seduce... domina. Hogwarts observa con inquietud. Beauxbatons con recelo. Durmstrang con desafío. Y Draco Malfoy, heredero de un apellido temido, descubre que por primera vez alguien no se doblega ante su arrogancia ni su nombre. Ella no lo provoca ni lo evita. Simplemente lo mira, como si pudiera ver más allá de su linaje, más allá de su orgullo... más allá de sus miedos. Mientras el Torneo avanza y los peligros se vuelven mortales, antiguas alianzas comienzan a resquebrajarse y verdades enterradas emergen. Porque la llegada de Valenor no es casual, y la presencia de la Sylphaelis es la señal de algo que el mundo mágico no está preparado para enfrentar. En un juego donde la gloria puede costar la vida, el mayor riesgo no será el fuego, ni el agua, ni la oscuridad del laberinto, sino enamorarse de lo prohibido.

E.L.E.A. is her name. Experimental Life-like Electronic Android. She is a government drone designed to look like a teenager. For the most part she is a play-toy for scientists and used only test and perfect robotics. She's now being given a shot at freedom, but when her superiors find out what she stole from the facility, she goes on the run. Now she has to find out where to run, how to get there, and more importantly who to trust.

Ideas and philosophical thoughts of existence and nothingness.

One day, after Elea finishes her shift in her part-time job, Fortis comes rushing over and hands her a letter. After Elea realises she is a detective. With her new friends, Candidus, Solide and Alessa, they might just get the Water Crystal before the boss of their detective company passes away.

Melissos of Samos belonged to the pre-socratic school of Eleatics and was philosopher and fleet commander in the Samian war against Athens about 440 BC. Elea was situated in Italy southeast of Naples. They were specialised in thinking about existence. Prominent members were also Parmenides and Zenon. They proclaimed that nothing can come from nothing. I cannot agree completely, so i wrote a fictional letter back in time to tell Melissos my version...