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Misty is an average day to day lady in the 21st century, well, not so average, she is a very poor only starting to rise pianist, owns a cat named 'Pug' , lives with her adopted grandmother and is ungifted in terms of appearance and physic. Although living life that never sprouted a single romance and luck, she ends up sinking with her dreams of being a permanent contracted pianist for a big family. As if king of hell didn't want her down there, she has been thrown into another body of a young enchantress, a brothel owners daughter, peerless beauty in the kingdom. Although being transmigrated into a very gifted beauty with the talent of being a genius in music, she seems to be helpless The beauty, the physic and also talented in the art of music she finds out that the body's original owner is a haughty, ignorant, dumb, ambitious, power hungry bitc---! hated by women wherever she went. But none the less, she was given a new start, a better start, why let the fish slip after hours of fishing? Letting an opportunity slip isn't she is fond of, and so, she began willfully enjoying her 2nd life, having set her mind to live peacefully till she die once again. But who would let a beauty die alone? Men, all over the 5 kingdoms, either it is a commoner, high official, a prince, a king, or even an emperor covet her! But why is it that some, specifically 3 of the most impossible to reach men started currying favor to her? They even claimed to be her childhood sweetheart, lover, and a fiancee. The fvck? Did her predecessor created a harem before she left? What an idiot! Now what shall she do? -Tsundere -Yandere -Dandere :) you'll need to know what this 3 are for story purposes :)

This story about a 15 year old and there stuggels :-)

❣️Hey there!! This is my first book aaaand... It's mini-random one-shots of Kris x Reader!! • • Also, I'm not english, so there are hum... Grammar errors... Sorry about that. • • Hope you enjoy!❣️

This is just a little book that shows a small bit of my randomness

This was inspired my the U.S. missile strike on Syria. It focuses mainly on the collective viewpoint of the people who may, under different circumstances, have been caught in the middle of the explosions. Although there were few casualties in reality, the situation could have ended very differently; this is intended to mirror a science-fiction style ending for the real-life event.

We got given a serum on the 31st of December the year we were born to tell our bodies that in 17 years we would have a dream. And that dream would show ourselves what our career would be for the rest of our lives. People try to practice what they want as a job because you have a higher chance of getting a job you're good at. People also forget their dreams and a few try to lie to get the job they want so the give us these weird head set things that tape our dreams. The machine spits out a disc which we have to give to our teacher. But my dream, my dream didn't show me what everyone else's showed them, my dream showed me a place. I wasn't really doing anything just wandering around. Why didn't my dream work? Dreams can't not work can they?

The last thing she remembered before the crash was a feeling of utter fear, before Lilian entered the dark matrix of her mind. While being kept alive with machinery and wires, Lily explores the corners and twists of her subconscious and decides if living for her really is life, or if she would rather let go.

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed She was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb In the shape of an L on her forehead Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming Back to the rules and I hit the ground running Never made sense not to live for fun Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb So much to do so much to see So what's wrong with taking the backstreets You never know if you don't go You never shine if you don't glow Hey now you're an all star Get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rockstar Get the show on, get paid If all that glitters is gold Only shooting stars break the mold (°-°) Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas I need to get myself away from this place I said yep what a concept I could use a little fuel myself And we could all use a little chaaaaaaange Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming Back to the rules and I hit the ground running Never made sense not to live for fun Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb So much to do so much to see So what's wrong with taking the backstreets You never know if you don't go You never shine if you don't glow Hey now you're an all star Get your game on, go play Hey now, you're a rockstar Get the show on, get paid If all that glitters is gold Only shooting stars break the mold

A girl takes an acting role for this new show and copes with life through music and nature.

I can't even add a Cover because I'm on Laptop god ALSO IM NEW AT MAKING STORIES-

Britney Falls is a werewolf. On her birthday she goes to her highschool and finds her mate. Adrian is a complete man whore so he rejects her for the twins Allyson and Scarlett. She runs away to Detriot. In Detriot she meets the alpha of another pack and they instintly become friends. When trouble arrises with her old pack and she has to go back she isnt the same girl. Now she is an intimidating, badass bitch that everyone knows not mess with or piss off. Adrian gets his ass kicked by Britney a lot for what he did to her. Will Adrian try to het her back or keep up his ways with Allyson and Scarlett? Will Britney accept him back? Will Blaine find his mate or will it turn out to have been Britney all along?

A coping mechanism for my depression and anxiety. WARNING: contains mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts, and anxiety

im not sure if this will be put in parts or?

I don't know what's that really. Just something that came to me while watching obsessively edits of fictional characters on Instagram and Youtube (I'm weird). I wrote it and I don't think its that bad. Right?

A compilation of poems from my dive from depression to my days of clubbing then to my eventual exodus from depression and partying. welcome to my fragile head

When the time comes There will be five to rise And four to fall Only one will be heiress And save them all One prophecy. One whole life turned upside down. Would you accept that fate?