Istina Stories

(Voda - ljubav zbog koje sam mogla umrijeti.) „Život je samo bistra rijeka, dovoljno duboka da odnese živote. Dovoljno plitka da opskrbi nesretnoga i dovoljno oštra da posječe zlobnoga." "Od stotinu drugih koji su bili u blizini tog jezera, za mnom je skočila jedna budala, koju sam mrzila. On, tako hladan i bezobziran, nedodirljiv i ravnodušan spasio me. " "Pisala sam o njemu kao o svojoj najvećoj ljubavi, međutim nikad se nismo uspjeli ni dovoljno upoznati i nikad nije htio prihvatiti moju zahvalnost."

Ispričat ću vam jednu priču. Priču o tome kako sam upoznao 5 ranjenih duša koje su bile potpuno različite. No, ipak svih 5 je imalo jednu zajedničku stvar, a to je bio tračak nade u očima koju su usprkos svemu što ih je snašlo i dalje uspjele sačuvati. Te duše su me posebno zaintrigirale i zato sam odlučio upoznati svaku od njih. A zasigurno se pitate tko sam ja uopće? Zaboravite na mene, u ovoj priči nisam ja bitan. Bitni su vlasnici tih ranjenih duša jer upravo iz njihovih priča možete puno toga naučiti. Jeste li spremni za to putovanje? Krenimo onda.

Prica o ljubavi dvoje tinejdjera

Ovo je knjiga u kojoj cu pisati o tome kako se osecam, knjiga u kojoj cu vama davati savete u vezi svega. Ukoliko zelite neku posebnu stranicu knjige o vasim idejama recite mi. Bar procitajte ovo verujem da ce vam biti lakse

"Lay a finger on them...and you're dead." a rifle clocked against the back of the soldier's head, who was about to strike the Ursusian students. The hatred and dread that in the voice, was enough to leave a scar on everyone around. The soldier slowly turned around and was met with the barrel of a Mosin-Nagant. However, the rifle was the thing that made him rethink about life. It was the person wielding it. The Ursusian, whose eyes held nothing...but darkness.

Од малена ми је бака причала како је она упознала мог деку и како јој је он украо срце. Толико ме је њихова прича очарала да сам просто морала да је напишем, како би и други људи могли да виде да је истинита љубав могућа и да се са њом могу све границе превазићи. Истинита прича моје баке и деке и њихове љубавне приче написана у првом лицу како би се дочарао њихов живот још више и како би се приближили њиховој романтици.

ovo je priča u kojoj je poruka da ne odustajemo i da ako nemozemo nesto da izaberemo laksi cilj slican tome...

[A boy, Carlos, fires off rounds from . Allies and enemies fall as one gets hit by a bullet. Orders were given to fall back, and so he did. However, an unbeknownst glitch in the world sends him somewhere else. Transported into another world, a world lacking hope, battered by the effects of originium and the illness it brings : Oripathy. How will he survive? What will now be his purpose, now that he no longer is fighting back against imperialists? What awaits him in this hellscape?] First ever (actual) story that I have published! With this being my first story, it is probably of low-quality, mistakes are to be expected here and there. In order for future chapters to be improved, I'll be requesting assistance from you, the reader! I'd be glad to see any criticisms about chapters and what not. Lastly, thank you for reading! [Note : The story and game of Arknights is not owned by me and is owned by Hypergryph and Studio Montagne. The art used by me to create the e-book cover is also not owned by me. The only things I own is the MC and the fictional organizations that I will be featuring in the story (PRSRU, KKDR, etc.). Any real names, events, or tragedies is supposedly referenced in this story is nothing more than a coincidence.] [Author Update : Greetings, Reader! The rewrite of the prologue up to chapter 3 is now finished! Now, it is summer break so I should HOPEFULLY manage to create more chapters at a possibly faster pace with better quality. IF the ideas keep flowing through and I don't get lazy in a span of a few days. Nevertheless, enjoy the upcoming chapters that will be uploaded for AK:APW and I wish all of you a great day!]

Još uvijek osjećam okus meda i vodke u ustima. Zubi mi nisu dovoljno oštri. Leđa me još uvijek bole od nestale težine. Gorim iznutra. Isparavam. Pere me nostalgija za domom. Biti ću dobro, kako su i oni bili. Dišem.

poucna prica o tome kako trebamo raditi sve sta je dobto za nas sami i postici vlastiti trud vlastitom mukom

Maksim voli samo ispunjena obećanja, ali poslednje koje je dao Ines ipak nije bilo takvo. Koliko joj snage treba da ponese teret njegove smrti i nastavi dalje kada su joj njegove reči oduvek jedini oslonac? Svaki korak napred vodi je dublje u tajne koje nije želela da otkrije. Može li istina doneti utehu - ili će joj samo oduzeti i ono malo što je od njih ostalo?