Vymyslené reálnosti

Vymyslené reálnosti

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Otvor to a nechaj sa čítať... pokús sa nad tým nezamýšľať do hĺbky... Nachádzajú sa tu moje krížence úvah a (pravdepodobne)poviedok(?) Tieto veci vznikali ako rýchlovky, ich miesto stvorenia môže byť škola, vaňa, alebo hajzlík... tam z vás vypadnú tie najlepšie pocity, verte mi. A inak budem neskonale šťastný a mrdne ma od rozkoše keď pod svojimi príspevkami nájdem vaše názory na moju tvorbu :)
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Rules never suited me. Maybe that's why I was always the center of attention. Being born from an affair between two of the most notorious Moroi in history should have made me an outcast. Instead, I thrived. In St. Vladimir's Academy, I was the it-girl-royalty in every sense of the word. Everyone knew my name, from my best friends Rose Hathaway and Lissa Dragomir to the dozens of royals who loved being around me. But everything changed when Rose and Lissa ran away. They left without a word, and for two years, I was left to pick up the pieces. Now, they're back, and while the world welcomes them with whispers and judgment, I can't help but feel something deeper-betrayal. Still, something bigger is happening. Strigoi attacks are growing more frequent, and I have a secret of my own: I can wield Spirit, just like Lissa. I've kept it hidden, pretending my magic is just a little too perfect. But secrets don't stay buried forever, and as darkness creeps closer, I'll have to decide-do I keep playing the role they expect of me, or do I step into the power I was born to claim? And then there's him. A dhampir guardian I was never supposed to love. But love, like blood, always finds a way to break the rules.

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