Prin Stories

He casually reached for his wine glass, taking another sip while casting what appeared as a disinterested glance over its rim, not expecting the lurch his heart gave sighting his beloved. Perhaps to appear incognito, her eyes had been heavily lined with kohl, them widening perceptibly into amber orbs , in growing recogntion, meeting his. Observing her unceremoniously abandon her meal, and in her quick, efficient and graceful manner, pull herself away from her designated table towards the exit of the dining hall, he rose instantly from his seat, at once tailing her.

A few of the Short Stories I kept from my old DragonUniverse account. I decided not to keep most of them.

Noi toti ne putem regăsi in texte vechi sau noi.Noi ne caracterizam prin noi însăși.A fi tu,inseamna a alege nu cu capul,ci cu tot ai tu mai bun.Tu poti fi uimitor ,special .Nu trebuie sa ne asemănăm .

"So, you taking over or what...?" "Any reason that I should..?" "I suggest you strongly consider it..." "I was given the impression it wasn't serious.." "The medication will help but the stress could be detrimental.." "I can't make that commitment right now..." "I'm sure the department could release you on compassionate grounds..." "Don't make decisions for me...!!!" "Hey....don't get me wrong...." ".....I'm only trying to point out what's at stake here..." "I know what the stakes are...!!!" ".................more than you ever will..!!!

Meet Yuki Sakura. She is good friends with Ichigo. They have been friends since diapers. What happenes when they are both chosen to be Mew Mew's? Instead of Kisshu falling for Ichigo, he falls for Yuki.

Nguyễn Linh Trang không ngờ bản thân được trời cao chiếu cố xuyên đến thế giới Hoàng tử Tennis, mỗi ngày mở mắt ra đều nhìn thấy nam thần thật sự là một chuyện hạnh phúc, nhưng sẽ càng hạnh phúc hơn khi nam thần này không phải là anh trai mình a! Cứ tưởng đây chính là thiếu giới tràn ngập những thiếu niên chơi thể thao tràn đầy nhiệt huyết, tuy hay gặp những pha bóng có thể gây án mạng, song đối với cuộc sống mới cô rất hài lòng mãi cho đến một ngày phát hiện sự tồn tại của Thủy thủ V. Cô nàng vô cùng kích động định dọn ghế ngồi xem phim bản hiện thực Thủy Thủ mặt trăng nhưng phát hiện kịch bản có chỗ sai sai a!

Based on MHIL..A Mark Prin/Mew Nittha lakhorn (Own Version...Inspired by Honour, Truth and Justice) She wasn't his kind of woman... He was the man of her heart.... THIENWAT/ TIEN Architect... Handsome... Ace.... Cocky... Bratty... NATARIN / MUEY Interior Designer... Ordinary.... Gauche... Compliant... Loving... What happens in Dawei... ................is nobody's guess......

Swivelling his chair to face the panoramic view of the city of Bangkok, his thoughts returned to that period, a year and a half before that inadvertently changed the course of his life, bringing him to where he was today, an upcoming corporate figure to be reckoned with, in the business world. Rising from his seat he reached for the cream colored envelope that had his name printed on its face. Withdrawing its contents, the simple white card bearing a single pink lotus in full bloom as its motif, he gave it a quick look, relegating it to his table as he made for the door leading out of his office.

He focused his attention on the group, directing them a sharp gaze, an unconscious habit, to root out any form of duplicity. The sudden stirrings at his heart surprised him. He had considered himself immune, this another day's work.

As her sweet voice flowed around him in melody, he couldn't help his thoughts invariably returning to their promise of an eternal future together that had sadly ended prematurely on a bitter note , wondering painfully if there would be a chance for them, but dismissing it as mere wishful thinking, resuming his focus instead on the purpose of him being in the midst of the function as an uninvited guest.

Noting his nemesis's wariness, he uttered, "Look..," "..... I'm a cop, yes...but I owe loyalties to no one..." ".....That crap is not my thing...." "...and I don't give a damn about what's your deal with the 'Dancing Queen" either..." " ....I'm here to even the score..... " " with 'Her Worship' ....."

Following his friend's inference, his thoughts returned to the two night's before when had compiled his information. As he was consolidating his findings his mind had drifted to the brief vision he had. He had mulled over it, finally relegating it to his senses having been awakened after lying dormant for quite awhile where the female species was concerned.

Um certo vilarejo possui uma certa princesa, aos olhos deles uma princesa incomum, principalmente pelo fato de amar livros de fantasia, ou por não gostar de vestidos de gala. Ela sente que algo lhe falta, principalmente depois de ter sonhos com um certo alguém. A princesa com seus cabelos longos e pretos, cujo possui o nome "Pure" sai em uma aventura em busca da pessoa de seus sonhos, e várias coisas vão acontecendo durante sua jornada. (e não, essa não é uma história que acaba com um: o principe e a princesa viveram felizes para sempre)

As far as the investigation was concerned, apart from the insights provided, it hadn't supplied any vital information. The irony of it was that he too had gotten sidetracked.

Uneori viața nu e cum ne aşteptăm,nu putem cere iubirea perfectă,persoana perfectă.Lucrurile sunt menite să se intâmple,unii oameni sunt sortiți sa apară în viața noastră,de ce nu ştim dar putem afla pe parcurs.

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His mind weighed the gravity of the situation, at her eroding chances of ever getting back the life she once knew and had. She would be present at the function. Just the mere thought of her and what he had discovered had his heart squeezing in near trepidation, the sickening sense of foreboding looming in his consciousness.

The journey of two love birds.... Who has to face challenges to fulfil their dreams.

Tears seeping past closed lids, the gift, shared in celebration palmed in her hand, she fought to contain her heartbreak, at the illusion of it all, despair, turning into feelings of revulsion so intense, that it had her almost doubling over, in an attempt, at control. He had been at the threshold of calling it a day, considering this, his final act of duty, not expecting it leading him, to the woman of his dreams, only, to ultimately lose her, in the most devastating way possible

Can Estafania find love again? A woman in her mid-twenties, after losing her husband moves to her mother's ancestral house. Strangely only she can hear a sweet music. One day she gets transported to another realm Ormyah. Only to find she belongs to a royal family but someone else in on the throne and she is can be killed anytime..but there is someone whom she wants to protect. Will she find a second chance in love again?