PARECIA AMOR
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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.Complete
adiza after marriage.
Writing this for fun. Not regular updates. Sorry. I hope u like this. Nd for more go Nd read it. Do votes Nd comments.Complete
After Sober
After sober, some horrible shit happened.Complete
Never Have I Ever
Kari is a romantic. She believes in saving herself for marriage and plans to marry her first love. On the flip side, Calix is a cynic. He maintains a debaucherous lifestyle and does everything to keep it that way. Yet a sudden event turned things around. What happens when the romantic becomes a cynic and vice versa? Will one's views about love be swayed to favour the other? Or will it be a recipe for disaster? Will the proverb of 'love conquers all' stay true to its name? Or will things end with nothing but broken hearts? Join in for the exhilarating ride with a whole lot of swoons and swearing to find out.Complete
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.
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