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Angústia é o que resume viver na Holanda na década de 40. O partido nazista invadiu o país e eu Helena Spencer, professora judia, vivi uma história que seria repudiada por todos, inclusive pela minha pátria, pelo meu sangue, por tudo aquilo que sou.
Pela minha vida, pela minha sobrevivência, me envolvi com meu algoz, Tenente Coronel da GESTAPO, Alfred Smuller.
Hoje aos 95 anos revivo esta história, construída por uma amor submisso e ao mesmo tempo avassalador que durou o tempo que deveria durar, que me fez a mulher que sou hoje, a qual nunca esqueço, a qual nunca irei esquecer.
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Counter Intelligence
After leaving for the whole summer without a trace, Ela finally returned home.The only problem is she has no clue what happened over the summer. They found me in a boarding school in spain. Washed up on the shore. I had no clue where I was or who I was. A lot of things change when you leave for the whole summer... you, your friends, your school. Especially when everyone you know thought you were dead. It's also not good when they ask you what happened while you were gone and you genuinely cannot tell them because you really have know clue. The new psychologist says that I'm repressing the information because it's too painful for me to remember. I call BS. Something major happened over the summer. Something big. Something that made me better, stonger, faster, and more keen to things than ever before. Something the strengthened my senses and skills. Something that made me a master at using weapons. Something changed me and I know it has something to do with the Circle. I'm afraid that if I learn the truth about what I did last summer that I'm going to realize that I've turned into a monster. All I know is someone wanted, needed, me to forget what happened over the summer. Because two an keep a secret if one of them is dead, or in my case, has severe memory loss. The next few months are crucial as I get new enemies, mend relationships, and figure out what the hell happened last summer.Concluída
The Beast
Who's hunting who exactly ? Not in anyone's wildest dreams, not even in mine I'd dream of this night to happen to me. Not many people think they will ever go up against a blood thirsty, horrifying non existing beast. Yet I do. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Then there's me, Arya Jennings, a typical shy quiet person, not even close to be somewhat popular. I prefer to be alone, I always has. Until my world turned upside down. People are disappearing, not even a trace to be found. But being alone most of my life, things change. Befriending a group of men with guns, they could easily keep me safe. Right ?? My world is changing faster than a speed of light, encountering things I've only read in books, yet they're real as ever. These so called mysterious beasts, creatures, whatever they are... that hunts by sound, sight, and hearing. Will our band of misfits be able to kill them ? Or the opposite ? Warning: There is mostly strong language. Strong Violence. Bloody scenes.
The Sinz of Prinz
"You never realize what you miss until it's gone." That one line is something that goes through my head everyday, a broken record that always reminds me of where I failed. Times change, and so do the people alongside it. But time also has the tendency to take them away as well...my case worse than most. The Sirens came, and they weren't playing around anymore. They tore apart each and every base, until there was only a handful of us left to do anything. We all were hit hard, but I lost everyone, they still had each other. My name is Prinz Eugen, and I found a way to bring back what I lost.Concluída
The First
I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.Concluída
𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ✓
╰┈➤ ❝ [I stood there in unequivocal revelation, the lagging pain slowly catching up with me, but before I could release a fraction of the pain into my screaming, a bell rang, and suddenly, pilfered from my body was the ability to move. My face neutral and my muscles disabled as I fell face-first into the hard, scathing rock that lay unmoved before me.] 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ * 。° 。 • ˚《 Imagine awakening in an environment you deemed unfamiliar, your back thrumming in pain, with your mind staying clear of how you ended up there or simply the moments that lead to your position. You try to find a way out and later realize that you can't even remember who you are; your memories purged, your identity unknown. It takes you a good amount of time, pain, and effort, and eventually you manage to gather tiny fragments of who you were along with the trauma of how you retrieved it, but it's okay, maybe it's all worth it as you finally make contact with another person. Turns out she was your best friend. Finally, it looks like all is turning up until you learn of all the inhumane things you've done in your past, things that evade your newfound morals, things that were so detrimental to society that when you hear the reason as to why you've been enduring such agony, you understand why. How many people did you even end up hurting? What did you do that was so bad, that it made millions wish the absolute worst of you? What will you do now?Concluída
The Fighter
My life turned upside down when I was 13 My father was murder right in front of my eyes by his own brother My mother betrayed me and my father When I was 13 I was thrown in a cell and haven't seen the light since 5 years later I was finally let out of my cell And was told I had to fight for my life ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After the war that destroyed mostly every thing in America, in order to survive three major cities were built to help restore what was lost. To get everything back to normal again. Around those cities are small villages were the poor lives. The people who are barely surviving. The major city is called Alancia and that is were Victoria lives. Her father use to be the Leader of Alancia along side with his wife and brother. Until one day his brother killed him in cold blood and locked Victoria up in a cell. When she turned 18 she was offered a deal. Each year Alancia holds a fighting tournament for public display. The biggest and the baddest fight in this tournament and barely make it out alive. She has to fight in this tournament and if she won she had her freedom back. If she lost she would loose her freedom once again. Victoria knows she can't pass up this opportunity up. Even though she would be reminiscing old memories And meeting someone who can ruin it all Whatever the cost is she is willing to fight. THIS IS NOT YOUR AVERAGE LOVE STORY Contains: Vulgar language and fighting. Some sexual conent.iConcluída
Speared By Heart ♡ (Yandere! Male! Warrior x Princess! Reader)
Play the visual novel version here! https://kittenstealth.itch.io/speared-by-heart PART I: Princess (Y/N). Instead of being offered to join the war and fight back for your freedom, you were almost handed away to marriage on a silver platter with a man you used to love. He grew cold with age and ruling a kingdom did not do his personality any good; being sent over to him for marriage now would be a death sentence for you. Not doing it would mean a death sentence for everyone else. Still, you had to run away. You never wanted the royal life nor to get married at the exact young age of 20. Running away to a small town nearby was not the best idea you could have ever come up with, but it served well as the town agreed to keep you and put you to work. Mainly with hand-to-hand combat training. You were never allowed to do anything of the sort when at the hands of your mother, so it was nice for a change. But what were they training you for? The war. No one knew you were the princess, and they were expecting to have you frontline back into the kingdom you tried so hard to escape from to fight in the war. Escaping now to anywhere else in the world seemed to be the only good option. One person in particular wasn't going to let you do that. Clyde Ray. ♡ PART II: Coming soon :) (All rights reserved for both the story and art.)
" Lurking In The Shadows"
Carla, a college student, was planning a trip along with her friends for the upcoming spring break. they decided to go to Miami Florida beach to get away from their current worries. it was all ruined when I got an unexpected call. it was my uncle. he said that my father was on his deathbed, that I was to immediately come home. and I said yes uncle I will be on the plane tonight and I will be there by morning and my uncle said ok my child I will see you then. after I hung up with my uncle I begin to hurry and pack. with tears coming down my cheek. hoping to see my papa for one last time before he passes I prayed. I got to the airport about 9 pm that night I boarded the plane and sat down in my chair. with tears still coming down my cheeks thinking back to the good old day that I had with my papa as I cried my self to sleep.Concluída
After leaving for the whole summer without a trace, Ela finally returned home.The only problem is she has no clue what happened over the summer. They found me in a boarding school in spain. Washed up on the shore. I had no clue where I was or who I was. A lot of things change when you leave for the whole summer... you, your friends, your school. Especially when everyone you know thought you were dead. It's also not good when they ask you what happened while you were gone and you genuinely cannot tell them because you really have know clue. The new psychologist says that I'm repressing the information because it's too painful for me to remember. I call BS. Something major happened over the summer. Something big. Something that made me better, stonger, faster, and more keen to things than ever before. Something the strengthened my senses and skills. Something that made me a master at using weapons. Something changed me and I know it has something to do with the Circle. I'm afraid that if I learn the truth about what I did last summer that I'm going to realize that I've turned into a monster. All I know is someone wanted, needed, me to forget what happened over the summer. Because two an keep a secret if one of them is dead, or in my case, has severe memory loss. The next few months are crucial as I get new enemies, mend relationships, and figure out what the hell happened last summer.
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