histórias de Judgement

✦ "𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗉, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇" - Naruto Various x Fem! reader ✦ A story in which a tainted soul navigates the Shinobi world. Accepting the cruelty of her past, she forges ahead, carving a path: to carry out justice. ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ! Mature themes and language ahead Keep in mind that my stories aren't perfect. Also, Naruto does not belong to me; the rightful owner is Masashi Kishimoto, a wonderful genius. All pictures or videos belong to the rightful creators if they are in use, unless made by myself otherwise. ▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱▰▱ Goodbye.

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"She doesn't deserve you. I could be better." "I know."

Hello, this is Chev-the director of a not-so-successful short film I made during my junior years. I am writing this book because I want to tell the story the way it was truly meant to be told-the way it should have been, if we hadn't been so rushed by time and deadlines. My hope is that I can finally give this story the care it deserves before publishing it. And most of all, I hope that you, the reader, will enjoy it. -- Sometimes, People judge by what they see, and what they feel about it, But why can't they just let us be?

A relic from a civilization past appears to one man. This discovery causes the man to face the realization that society is on the brink of collapse. Time is short and the consequences are cataclysmic. Can this relic stop the cycle of annihilation that humanity endlessly wreaks on itself?

Guilt and fear are set aside as a young married woman finds pleasure with her one and only secret. A story about marriage, betrayal and pleasure between two young couples who forgot about life, love and loyalty. They chose to be in control and play safe to keep their family intact and their names dignified and respected. The marriage that is perfectly molded with hunger and thirst for intimacy between husband and wife. Every perfect marriage has its own dirt and stories untold. A husband who thinks he's doing his job well by giving everything his family needs. A wife who takes care of their family as careful as she can be. Both seems to be perfect and well but temptations are everywhere. Even the most careful and in-control people can be deceived.

This is my first story on wattpad. This is an undertale story but with a bit of a twist. Read on to find out more

Gary lives as an unremarkable man-quiet, distant, and forgotten. But beneath his mortal skin, he hides a terrifying secret: he is the Divine Judgment, a meta-fictional sovereign forged from angelic law and demonic chaos, existing beyond gods, stories, and reality itself. Having erased his name, past, and power to live among mortals, Gary's fragile peace shatters as time fractures and realities unravel. Memories vanish, entire universes tremble, and the omniverse calls for its forgotten judge. Journey with Gary through shattered realms-the Forgotten Library, the Veil of Echoes, and the Obsidian Court-as he reveals truths too raw for gods to bear. He is no hero, no villain; he is the mirror reflecting the brutal, unforgiving truth of existence. When the final judgment comes, who judges the judge? And what remains when all stories end?

Her religious fear has come true. To be stuck in hell for eternity. She believed in heaven as much as she believed in Hell. The girl knew there was something after death, she just didn't know if she would go to heaven or hell. Apparently her judgement was early. She didn't remember dying..just simply falling asleep and waking up here. The screams of the damned and tortured rang in her ears. Light beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, it felt as if she was in a sauna but turned up a little more. It smelled like burnt flesh and the ground felt like needles piercing her feet. Essence let out a small whimper as she was shoved lightly, being the center on attention was always uncomfortable for her. She was in the presence of demons and a king? She did what was probably expected of her, she bowed lowering her head. Their faces would haunt her dreams if she got out of this. Essence doubted she would. The girl hadn't been in hell long and she wanted to let out her own haunting screams of agony. Her mouth was dry and her unruly curly hair that failed to grow past her shoulders clung to her wet skin. Essence wore a thin black tank top, she was glad she actually wore a bra to sleep, and leggings. She wanted to rip them off because it was only making her hotter then what she already was. Her peril was interrupted when she heard a raspy deep voice chuckle. "Gather around boys..we have fresh meat." And like that she knew it could only be one person. Lucifer.

She's full of despair- losing her way A cat. Changing her. In unexplained ways. Her only saviour. *** ©2015 TheHuntersBird

Short thoughts on how I see the world along with other people maybe.

(Ongoing / revising/ editing / proofreading/ completed ✨) So many choices but Integrate one only. Leave behind tactics. Everlasting courage to Needle stars and Change forever. Even pleading Drives the road. Tween Elizabeth has been struggling to fit in ballet class for the past six months due to scoliosis. Before she knew it, quitting suddenly became much more difficult through post-ballet life thoughts along with friends. Will she end up risking her reputation of "Graceful Ballerina" and take up a whole new version of herself, or will she find a way to fit in? Through the poetry collection, Elizabeth examines themes of belonging, desires, and fitting in. #2 in #suppressed #1 in #breakfree Poetry collection 2 in "Scarred Freedom" series Update schedule: One poem every Saturday Cover and drawings done by my mom! "Your poems are very crisp but have a lot of meaning to it." - @koyakim0613 "Her writing flows so smoothly, and shows her fondness for birds! :)" - @storytellingdude871

Imagen you are in a train, leaning on the window peacefully, while watching the way long, then while you listen to your favorite song the train stop, you think it's just another stop, but woha FIVE guys enters the train with a whole package of weapons, one has a hunter another holding a gun..., the train turn into a mess, everyone screams, but what does scream help with? If you want to live or at least die quickly, you have to play a game, everyone sit on a circle, one of the guys rolls the glass and stops on two person, you say 5 wrong information about the question you got asked and one of them should be a truth, the other person should guess what's the truth, if he guessed you got to ruin by a weapon, but not killed, just get a pice of your body cutted, but if the person didn't guess he got a worst torture, and one of the gamers is an imposter who could lie the 5 questions but that person decides if he wants your answer to be right or not so he don't get to be catched, the games go on until the players got the imposter who works to those 5 guys, and he get killed, let's see who is smart, and who is not, GUESS OR DEATH.

Look, what this story is about, is not meant to sway your opinion from your own exactly ~ the purpose of this writing is to broaden your perspective of my life in a modern day high school, how i see high school through my eyes, with my own opinions on certain aspects of it. Read and judge fr yourself.

I'm losing my mind. Why else would I have seen the ghost of my dead friend? And it doesn't help that my new neighbor is driving me nuts. Damien is annoying and conceited. There is something about him, something familiar. I can't explain it. While I'm trying to hang on to my sanity, I will start to remember who Damien is and what he means to me. Things begin to unravel when I remember his betrayal.

True faith remains elusive until we reconcile our understanding of God's judgment, mercy, and faithfulness towards Him. This insightful book revives the authentic faith that has been lost in modern times, beckoning believers to return to the unshakeable foundation of God's character. If you desire a faith that flows effortlessly, unencumbered by doubt, struggle, or religious legalism, this book is essential reading. Its transformative message will empower you to conquer every obstacle, moving mountains and shattering strongholds with ease, as you discover the liberating power of faith in God.

A space for jolting my mind's rants. Poems.

"You know....I've always wanted to rule..I'm not some idiot who likes to sit on their throne...watching those weakling doing their daily basis. What I am now...what I have now will forever be mine.! And of course, I'll have this pathetic human as well. They truly thought that with you here they can now overthrow me . Ha! Truly pathetic! Now tell me... O, divine Guardian! Are you ready to watch these rats die and rot? Just like the way your people...hahahaha"

In the peaceful village of Eldergrove, Elara, a wise and kind-hearted young woman, receives a mysterious wooden box from an old traveler. Though beautiful, the box presents a challenge that tests her judgment and understanding of trust. As strange events unfold in the village, Elara must use her wisdom to uncover the true nature of the gift and guide her people through a lesson on trust and discernment. In the end, the village learns the value of cautious acceptance and the deeper meaning behind the traveler's test.