Poesie Frizzi e Lazzi
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- Capítulos 4
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Waking of Shadows
After the chaos of her fifth year at Hogwarts, Luna Lestrange thought the storm had finally passed. But ancient magic, bound to her very soul, has awakened something far darker than she ever imagined-a force that threatens the wizarding world. This time, she finds herself drawn into a perilous battle against the shadow she unwittingly unleashed. Alongside Sebastian Sallow-a wizard whose charm is as dangerous as his secrets-they must unravel the mystery of her power before it consumes everything. [...] "People are definitely going to get the wrong impression about this." I said, gesturing between us with my free hand. "Would that be so bad?" Sebastian shot back, grinning as he turned to glance over his shoulder at me, clearly enjoying my frustration. I raised my eyebrows, my expression dripping with "seriously?" "Relax," he said, his grin widening. "They've been speculating about us since fifth year. You're a bit late to start worrying now." [...] ─── ⋅ ⋅ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── Hi! This is my first time writing, and English isn't my first language, so I apologize if there are any grammar mistakes! I'm trying my best Hope you have fun reading!
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The Luminosity of Love
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Pride Tales: Princess Of The Guard
Vitani settled in well in the pride lands. Being the leader of the Lion Guard allowed her to feel redeemed and welcomed. However despite her new comfortable life, mystery arises as she starts to have dreams of a mysterious lioness, one that looks almost identical to her. The lookalike always says the same thing. " Kuibiwa na kamwe kurudi." this sentence leads Vitani down a rabbit hole of clues and discoveries that shake the way she sees herself as a leader and as a sister. ( I plan to use only two peace's of art in this. The cover art which if you couldn't see was made by mellowcollie and the art in chapter 1 of Vitani's guard by Julius-Rocks. Both can be found on deviant art.) (I don't own any of the official lion king characters. The only that are "owned" by me are OCs' and many of them are going to be inspired by others.)Concluída
Caged By Him
"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?Concluída
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The Spectator
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