When the Goddess Inlove

When the Goddess Inlove

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The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human. Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections Apat silang diwata na sila angbumubuhaysa buwan mga diwata nagbibigay liwanag sa gabi pero my isang diwata na mag-eexist sa mundong earth sya ang pinaka-malakas sa lahat ng tatlong bituin ,'Bumaba ang Diwata ngunit hinde na nakabalik ngayon ay mamumuhay sya ng mortal tulad ng tao at my makikilalasya isang pamilya kung saan iibig sya sa Mafia Boss isang lalaking napaka-gwapo at fierce ng dating halos nasakanya na ang lahat maliban sa isa Ang pag-ibig na hinahangad nya lahat ng ini-ibig sya ay niloloko at sinasaktan sya. Paano kong magcross ang landas nila ,?Paanokung malaman niya na hinde tao ang Diwata iibig ba ito at mamahalin o mamahalin maging sino man ito ay tatangapin dahil napamahal na ito. _ZunaraXii_(Follow me)
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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