les Mondes Inconnus

les Mondes Inconnus

  • WpView
    GELESEN 4
  • WpVote
    Stimmen 1
  • WpPart
    Teile 1
WpMetadataReadLaufend8m
WpMetadataNoticeZuletzt aktualisiert So., Juli 16, 2017
Dans un monde oú tout est comme le notre, mais oú tout est différent, je devais tout réapprendre. Tout d'abord enlevée, manipulée, cachée, critiquée, montrée du doigt...Dans un monde différent, où les gens étaient différents, j'étais aussi différente de cette différence. Dans un monde où je passais de larrière plan au premier plan... De la tranquilité au chamboulement. Du blanc au noir. Des pauvres aux riches. Que choisir ? Comment choisir alors que je ne savais même pas choisir qui j'étais.
Alle Rechte vorbehalten
Werde Teil der größten Geschichtenerzähler-CommunityErhalte personalisierte Geschichtenempfehlungen, speichere deine Favoriten in deiner Bibliothek und kommentiere und stimme ab, um deine Community zu vergrößern.
Illustration

Vielleicht gefällt dir auch

  • Four x reader (Divergent)
  • Her Chaos
  • Her Candor [1]  //Divergent// Eric Coulter
  • Dear Journal...
  • STORM--》FOUR | DIVERGENT
  • I am broken ~ divergent eric
  • Her Dauntless [2]   //Divergent// Eric Coulter
  • ✔The Broken Amity [Eric Coulter Fanfic] (COMPLETE)
  • My Fear (Eric Divergent Fanfic)

{BOOK ONE} There are five factions. Each had their own reasoning for thinking why the war had happened. Dauntless; cowardice and fear. They strive to be brave, fearless. Erudite; ignorance. They strive for intellect, to be smart and curious. Candor; deception. They strive to be honest. Amity; they blamed the war itself along with fighting. They strive to be kind, forgiving, peaceful. Abnegation; selfishness. So they strive to be selfless. Dauntless are our police. Erudite are our teachers. Candor is the law. Amity are the farmers. And Abnegation are our government. I would sit on the ground everyday, wearing my yellow dress with black sandals. Wasn't the best thing for me. Dresses made my shoulders to broad, especially the flowing ones. When I was home alone, or with my mother, I would wear I tight black shirt and white shorts. No one would really approve, mostly because they were Candor colours along with the fact it's not... welcoming enough. I never understood Amity, not because of the kindness and the peacefulness; well, mostly the peacefulness. Whenever it should come down to defending ourselves or walking away. We walked away. It confused me. Maybe I wasn't Amity enough to understand. Maybe I wasn't kind enough. Maybe, just maybe, I didn't belong here. So where do I belong? A/N : First chapter is a little sketchy but that is the case with all of my books. I promise it does get a lot better afterwards Start: Feb 06 2021 End: Dec 15 2021

Mehr Details
WpActionLinkInhaltsrichtlinien