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Sabrinal on olemas kõik, mida väärtuslikuks eluks tarvis on. Tal on ilus kodu, ideaalsed vanemad ja parim sõber. Ainus, mille üle nuriseda saab, on tema vanem vend. Mis saab siis, kui kõik see, mis varem oli kindel ja turvaline, ühtäkki kaob? Kas tõelise perekonna moodustavad need inimesed, kes sul alati olemas on ning keda sa läbi ja lõhki tunned või need, kes on kunagi vastutuse ees pagenud? Mis juhtub siis, kui kõik variseb ühel hetkel järk-järgult kokku? Ja mis asi see armastus veel on?
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"No Life 'Til Leather"
Sometimes shit happens. Hey, it's not always your day, it's alright. One moment you're riding high, soaring above these mud-riddled plains with the king of mercs by your side, another, you're running far away from the crater he blew himself up in. You've really outdone yourself this time. W's dead, there's angel blood on your fingers and something itches to grow out of your skull. To pierce those gray curls of yours and bask in the twin moon's soft gaze. Something brewing deep within, eager to dim that halo forever and shatter your wings. A piece of you that's always been there, always hiding and growling, waiting for its moment to shine. So, hit the lights, Andy. Give it some stage time. Let yourself live a little. Throw out that Lateran jacket, put on some leather. Grow a pair of horns, befriend a fiend. Forget Laterano, forget Lungmen. Kazdel is your new home. And your new home's where you rightfully belong, you little rascal. Hellooooo people !! Here we are, a SPIN-OFF story of my "Curly Head" series, in which Andy actually went on that one job he previously ditched and got himself into quite a predicament. In this one, I'll turn the angst-meter down, I promise. W and Andy, happy times. :D This is, of course, perfectly fine as a standalone work, I think, but if you're new and wanna brush up on the lore then you can do just that! Series starts with "Goodbye Curly Head", rest is pretty straightforward. Summed up: thirteen year old boy from Laterano ships himself off to fight in the Kazdel Civil War for peacekeeping reasons, situation turns to shit at the end of his tour, forced to stay in Kazdel and make money as a merc, meets up the first W's crew at the age of sixteen, circus-slapstick follows. Ps: I'm not giving up on "Almost Green", only taking a small break and also delivering some much needed fluff-ish stuff. Tell me you thoughts in the comments, I tend to reply to every single one of them and love reading through them all! Have fun!Concluida
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Sure Thing
[𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄] 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 30 Months... Almost three years since my accident. My first game playing pro in the NHL and I blew it. Many people have tried to help me but I'm past giving a fuck now. I just want to be left alone to drink my sorrows away. It's clear I'm never going to play pro again, so why do people continue to push me towards getting help? I don't want it. Until I do. All she has to do is whisper, "It's simply a setback. Which means you come back stronger." 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 30 Months... Almost three years since everything in my life changed. I've loved, I've lost, and yet I still have some light in my life. I've been fighting for so long that I don't know the difference now. I thought my career was over. My fear of men completely debilitates me from doing what I have always dreamed of. Until him. All he has to do is scowl at me and knock my son over. With strengths and weaknesses being put to the test, it will take everything in them not to crumble from the pressure. After all, too much weight and the ice will crack. And if the ice cracks, they will have to question if their love is a sure thing. *This is an interconnected Standalone therefore you don't have to read the first book however characters have already been introduced. First book is HAND IN MINE. [This story contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes] All Rights Reserved To winnieiswriting@2022Concluida
Second No More, a novel
I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35Concluida
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"Goodbye Curly Head"
Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)Concluida
You know when someone you're related to dies and everyone says, "I am sorry for your loss," and "They're in a better place now"? Velda never thought that it would be something she would prefer hearing in a conversation. But when they got in a car accident and her mother, Naein, died, she was not expecting to see a social worker. She didn't have any family and Vel and Naein had only been in North Carolina for three days after finally finding a way to escape from Nae-ins abusive boyfriend. "My name is Rale, I am a social worker, yours, to be precise. Since you are only fifteen, you will now go live with your father. You have three hours before a truck comes to your house to get your belongings and ship them. Five hours until I come to pick you up and take you to your flight. Do you know Korean? Your file said you were multilingual... see you then, be ready." Now, this would have been logical if Vel had actually known who her father was or where he was. Yes, she knows Korean, it is her fourth language, but now she has to go to Korea to meet someone she has never even heard of? Something is bound to happen and all she knows, it that people in her life, will not be affected well. Completed, please do not take any of the medical terms provided, they are probably incorrect.
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