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Dracon, un pueblo a las afueras de la ciudad Imperio, se regocija por su fama en cacería de brujas. También es conocido por la avaricia que poseen sus habitantes, más que nada, es causada por su ego.
En este pequeño, pero importante pueblo, habita una joven llamada Isma, la cual se considera así misma, como una persona completamente irrelevante, pero, luego de una serie de historias contadas por su abuela, tendrá conciencia de que, no solo son cuentos de una vieja loca...
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𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗗 𝗢𝗡𝗘 || ᵇˡˡᵏ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ
❝𝗦𝗢..𝗜'𝗠 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘?❞ 𝖨𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 ──────────── 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳. 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. ──────────── 𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖴𝖠𝖫𝖫𝖸 𝖧𝖮𝖱𝖱𝖨𝖡𝖫𝖤 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖥𝖨𝖱𝖲𝖳 𝟣𝟢 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖲, 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝟣𝟣 (𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑠) yes each 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 i hate this book ©𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐄 ©𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆, on hiatusConcluida
HIM OR I (OBSERVER X READER X HABIT)
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[誓願] 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 | 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘳. 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
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⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾𖤓𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤☾𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆
"Uncle, why am I here?" "Because you're talented." .... "That sounds fake, but okay." Riruru Karehana did not sign up for this. But her dear uncle threw her into Blue Lock, and now she has to deal with egotistical strikers, questionable life choices, and her annoying older brother yelling at her from the sidelines. She's not here to score goals-she's here to ruin dreams. 𝓢𝓸𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷: 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓽𝓱, 𝓿𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮. 𝓛𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷: 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂, 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓽𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓼. 𝓐𝓻𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝔂𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼: 𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮, 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 (idk why i wrote this-) (the cover is entirely made by me!!)
THE MYSTERY DREAMER
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐧'§ ||𝟏𝟖+
⋆𐙚₊ 𝐀 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⋆𐙚₊ ~𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐭! ｡✧ Prologue "माझं तुझ्यावर प्रेम आहे." Majha tujhyavar prem aahe. "I'm in love with you," he said. His voice was rough. Low. And in Marathi-for the first time. He never spoke in his mother tongue before. But now... he did. For me. And in that moment, I didn't know whether to smile... or shatter. Was I supposed to feel happy? Because all I felt was numb. I couldn't believe this was real. Not him. Not this moment. It felt like a cruel, twisted fantasy. No. No, this can't be happening. It's my birthday. Maybe I drank too much. Maybe I'm hallucinating. Or maybe... he's playing with me. Again. "You're not lying... right?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My heart pounded like a warning siren. This felt like a game. A trap. His expression didn't change- but something in his eyes shifted. Dark. Unreadable. Dangerous. Why now? Why me? Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and I hated that he saw them. Because the truth is- I don't know how to react to a man who once broke me... now telling me he loves me. Not when his love feels like poison- sweet on the surface, deadly underneath. And yet, a part of me wanted to believe him. Wanted to fall. Even if I knew I'd be falling onto broken glass. Because that's what his love is. Beautiful. Addictive. Painful. And now it's mine. Whether I survive it or not... ｡✧ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩
Four x reader (Divergent)
{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 2021Concluida
Blue lock x Gojo male reader As a kid you were naturally gifted in everything.Whether it be school , sports , looks you were gifted in all .That's why you found your life entirely boring . Never having that spark to keep trying harder in any of your so called hobbies .Because no one was able to reach you at all where you stood on top of them all. But at the age of 7 , a weird teen with black hair and a weird sense of a soccer view came rolling into your life . He saw the potential in your skills for the game raw talent and wasted potential .He crafted you like a diamond. You allowed yourself to be a puppet for his goals in the sport . But as the cycle goes on you got bored of the game after a particular match that ended in your favor. Now older you were being entertained on fencing .Well that was until the same bastard of a man who was now an adult decided to give you the kind opportunity to be a manager in a job he was chosen for . Because Ego wasn't one to let talent slip away. He'd relight the spark inside you. One way or another of course .
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