Valentine -The Dark Worshiper-
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For a hundred years ago, the world was a dark place. Their were no food, water or place to live. Maya, an old and powerfull women rule everything that could move or breath. People died and got murder by her armé. But there was some hope in the world, under ground. A lot of people went under ground and bullied tunnels and passageways. It soon become a save place to live.
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When It all began... I can only remember a few things. The tattoos that cover most of my body are the only link to my past that I can grasp. When Clara discovered me lying by the vast ocean, half dead she said, I was barely there, my body was ripped to shreds, a flutter of a distant heart beat keeping me alive. Then I started again, I rebuilt myself..a little...I don't really know who, or what I am. My past is hidden, closed within the depths of my soul.Kumpleto
Indigo
In the assumed year of 2332, approximately 280 years after a devastating nuclear attack changed the course of life on Earth, a once great city rose from the ashes. New Dallas had become a thriving post-war metropolis, and the ruling council sought to keep it that way. Books containing the sins of the past: racism, misogyny, radical religious ideology... all were kept from the population to avoid history repeating itself. This is the story of Indigo, a tough and tattooed street-smart young woman who tries to fight the system from behind the scenes. As she learns more and more about the past, she discovers that her future is threatened not by the council, but by a man with aspirations of dictatorship. She is suddenly thrust into the unlikely role of savior, with the lives of the lower class hanging in the balance. *** The first person who read this described it as The girl with the Dragon Tattoo meets Divergent. Indigo is not only an unlikely hero, but she has to battle her own demons, including the loss of her parents and her own promiscuity. Contains violence, language, implied sex, and: **rape trigger** (one discussion, and two attempted). If you like stories where the unlikeliest of people can make a difference, then this might be for you. Original story, all original characters. Part 1 of a three part series.Kumpleto![E L E M E N T S : Book One [OLD VERSION]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/83750596-256-k222770.jpg)
E L E M E N T S : Book One [OLD VERSION]
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AISHA: The Cursed Name
Maya Lok- A world that was made at the end. Was made to stop the end. No one knows where it is. The world has long forgotten the history of magic; the existence of supernatural powers, supernatural elements, supernatural people, supernatural blessings, and then curses. But they still exist. Far from humans and yet among them. The greatest curse or blessings were left behind at the end. One such curse was her name... Aisha. Forbidden to be said! The present of this unknown world of Mayavis shows them the face of the past. A girl with a cursed name now walks on the blessed land of Uttamlok. The old lovers will reunite the enemies will hate again. They will be parted again and again there will be sins made again. The buried past of this world will now haunt them to their face after thousands of years. Yet the stones will glitter and the truth will remain undercover.Kumpleto
The Tears of Persi
Maya «I never wanted to be feared. I wanted to be seen. Not as a monster, but as a girl who loves the smell of rain and the warmth of sunlit grass. A girl who talks to animals as if they understand her and whispers secrets to the wind when no one's listening. But the world doesn't care what I want. It sees the glow in my eyes and the claws beneath my skin and decides what I am. A beast. A danger. And now, with my family hanging by a thread and strangers knocking at our door, maybe it's time I stop holding back. Let them see what happens when you corner a wolf.» Remi «The sea doesn't forgive mistakes. I learned that the first time I felt the salt bite my wounds and the ropes burn my hands. Out there, you either adapt, or you drown. I learned to strike before being struck, and to stare into the eyes of men who'd rather see me dead. But even as the waves carried me further from the past, it never truly let go. And now, the storm I thought I'd outrun has caught up with me. Maya needs me. My father needs me. But the sea took parts of me I can't get back. What if the man who returns isn't enough? What if I'm already lost?» Lynn «The city taught me how to survive and how to disappear. A glance, a twitch of the fingers, a slight tilt of the head, that's all it takes to pick a pocket or avoid a blade. I learned to watch, to wait, to strike. I became the shadow people fear in alleyways. And I like it. I like the power, the freedom, the knowledge that no one can touch me unless I let them. But then came Maya's letter. And suddenly, the walls I built to keep the world out feel more like a cage. My little sister needs me, and I hate that it scares me. Not the danger. But home. The girl I used to be. The girl I swore I'd never be again.» Three voices. Three paths. One storm, ready to break. We're not heroes. We're broken pieces, sharpened by pain. And when the storm hits, we'll either cut through it or be swept away.Kumpleto
The First Artist was a Woman with No Name
When you close your eyes and picture the first person to ever paint the walls of a cave, do you picture a man or a woman? When you imagine the first tool humans developed, is it something deadly, like a spear tip, or something nondescript, like a bag to carry berries? When you think of human interactions with nature, is it one of conquest or cooperation? The Woman has no name and no voice, yet she discovers that she possesses a power never before seen by anyone in her small community. She simply wants to live her life, but when a powerful spirit threatens her tribe and her home, she cannot sit around waiting to be rescued. The Woman grapples with towering questions as she carves a place for herself in the world. What defines the relationship between humans and the rest of the natural world? Does power only manifest as brute strength? And what is she willing to do to protect those she loves?Kumpleto
love with her...(Republish)
hello .. i dont't know why but wattpad had removed my story from the site and i became so frustrated because my every views ad every likes , votes for the story has gone .. so i am publishing this again .. so please guys support me and vote for me .. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- tthere the lady with weird obsession and loves to take possession over the thing she loves dearly weather its person ..... and a beautiful friendships.. mention of beating , blood , pregnancy , harrasment ..Kumpleto
𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋.
After years of surviving under the roof and shadow of her adoptive mother, Audra is finally claiming her freedom with nothing but a beat-up Honda Civic and the weight of her past.
When It all began... I can only remember a few things. The tattoos that cover most of my body are the only link to my past that I can grasp. When Clara discovered me lying by the vast ocean, half dead she said, I was barely there, my body was ripped to shreds, a flutter of a distant heart beat keeping me alive. Then I started again, I rebuilt myself..a little...I don't really know who, or what I am. My past is hidden, closed within the depths of my soul.
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