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Krähe war schon immer das " Ungluck" von ihrer Familie. Sie hat keine Freunde und die meisten von ihrer Familie hassen sie, oder Umgedreht. Keiner versteht oder möchte sie verstehen. Auf der Suche nach einem neuen Territorium ihres Clanes in den Bergen, begegnen sie den Stammeskatzen. Doch erst als fremde Clankatzen, aus dem Wald den Bergkatzen zur hilfe eilen verrändert sich alles fur Krähe. Ihr steht die Entscheidung offen, sie darf sich den Clankatzen anschließen. Was wird sie tun?
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Sana had always called him *her stupid insaan.* It was a name that carried their childhood, their shared secrets, and the warmth of every moment they'd spent together. Farhan was her everything-her best friend, her confidant, and the one person who made the chaos of her life bearable. But now, as she sat under the guava tree where they had once made pinky promises, the air felt cold, the silence deafening. Her heart ached with the weight of all the things she'd never said. She thought of his smile, the way he used to tease her, and the way he once told her, "Only you have the right to call me that." Only her. Yet here she was, alone, her stupid insaan lost to someone else. She had tried so hard to hold on-to him, to their friendship, to the faint hope that he might one day see her the way she saw him. But his words echoed in her mind, sharp and final: "I don't trust you. Our friendship was a mistake." A mistake. Tears blurred her vision as she traced their memories, wondering how something so pure could crumble so easily. She had given him her heart, her loyalty, her everything, and in return, he had left her with nothing but emptiness. For Farhan, it was easier to let go than to confront the depth of what they had lost. But even as he moved on, something lingered-a hollow space where Sana once stood. For Sana, there was no moving on. There was only the ache of what could have been, and the faint, desperate hope that maybe, someday, he would remember what they had and regret letting it slip away. Because love like theirs, however unspoken, didn't disappear. It only buried itself deep, waiting to bloom in another lifetime. ---
Melloyern: 13 Land Under Holy Crystal Blessing
"You sure you want to be a magician?" ask an old woman to a boy. "yes Granny Ren. I will be the greatest magician of all Melloyern." He said enthusiastically as the Granny softly caress his small and smooth hand. The boy then ran to his friends as one of them calling him to play football. The Granny look at the boy silently with a solemn smile. Her eye narrow in a soft and gentle gaze she give to the kids that was playing at her yard. "He will be." she said before stand and walk to a well. The boy were born as a normal human. There is no easy way for him to be a magician. he has no mana in him. Or that's what everyone expect from him. Writer: "Hey, that's enough reminiscing about your past. it's the story description section. Not the story yet!" Nakajima: "Fine. I will start with the description." Writer: " good. get back to work." 13 Land Under Holy Crystal Blessing, as the name suggest, It was about a holy crystal that blessed a land. like a mainland or somesort. So... Writer: "is that really the right way to make a description?" Nakajima: *sigh* There is a mainland with 13 state under a flag named Melloyern. These all 13 state have it's very own holy crystal that bless the state individually. But, the crystal contains powerful amount of mana that makes every single person in Melloyern going for it. A group of magician called Denials were up to collect all of the crystal to keep them safe from wrong hands. There is a lot of hindrance in their path such as the Kingdom of Melloyern itself is turning against these guys. Still there are more. Can they survive? it's up to them to decide. Can they achieve what they aim for? It's always up to them to decide their own future. Nakajima: "Satisfied?" Writer: *Claps his hands many time* "Very much." Nakajima: " Can I keep daydreaming?" Writer: " what did you say? You also in the story so... get in there!" Nakajima: *sigh and step into the story*Concluida
Pan Never Fails
"It's a good thing you guys don't ask any questions." I look down at the young boy who spoke, who's hands are tied tightly together. Twelve, thirteen at the most, I'm guessing. He walks into the forest with two adults, one male, and one female. I smirk down at them from my tree as I slowly climb onto a nearby branch of another tree. I leap across the branches, from tree to tree, as I make my way towards where I know the boys will be waiting. ******************************* Liz Murphy is not a normal girl, with her sparkling brown eyes, and her long pitch black hair. Abandoned by her parents at twelve years old, she's learned to live on her own. She had grown up in the Enchanted Forest until she found a magic bean at fourteen. She went to the most magical place she could think of. Neverland. Although it's not all that special, she has grown to love it. Her short encounters with the boys were straight to the point. She stays on her small side of the island, they stay on theirs. She listened for the first year, but got used to breaking the rules after she got used to the island. She hasn't gotten to get to know Pan, mostly because he probably hates her guts (or so she thinks). Now of course the time they grow close will be on behalf of the Truest Believer. Because this girl won't miss a chance for action. *************** Go to @doctorwholovertardis for another character's point of view. Pan Never Fails: Wolf.Concluida
Yandere family ( Vtaekook).
" l-let me go, p-please"..... " NO... CAN'T YOU JUST UNDERSTAND THAT YOU ARE ONLY MINE... YOU BELONG TO THIS FAMILY... YOU ONLY BELONGS TO US LITTLE BEAUTY"...... What will happened when care free and bubbly beauty caught the eyes of merciless and ruthless family. They can go to any, any extent just for that little angel who was too adorable and too sweet for their cold hearts..... This story will contain.... * Extreme obsession *yandere behaviour *possession *Darkness *forced love *kidnapping *psycho behaviour *beauty and innocence I am telling you please please skip the story if that make you uncomfortable and don't report my story.......
Mate
ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟғ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ғ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Year : 1872 Village Name : Rudunki Country : Welkay Living in a small town, Y/n didn't have much stress on her hands. She was loved by most children in the village and adored by most adults in the village. She is in her prime age of 18, already the town's official baker. No one in this small town knew of the beastly rogue pack of werewolves that roamed the surrounding forests as all people were told to never step foot in them. Y/n, feeling adventurous, decided to go in searching for fresh fruits for a pastry that she had been working on. Unknown to her that her fate is lurking behind her. Unknown that her stress free life has now vanished into thin air, creating a new one within a split second, which isn't as pleasant. '' Finding his mate is all he ever wanted. At age 25, he's been waiting a crucially long time. So when he saw his mate, his human mate, you can bet your ass his wolf and him became very possessive. Eventually leading him into murder, tutoring others, and much more hideous things that Y/n was too pure for. Although it's weird how the safest spot she could ever be, was in the arms of the very monster whom had committed all of those hideous things. WARNINGS⚠️ -Violence -Murder -Sexual Content -Swearing -Extreme possessiveness -Gore [also, yes, the country is made up, deal with it]Concluida
SKIZO
jill is woman who has mental illnes, her life is so complecated and full of intrict, she need a doctor to diagnoze her illnes. she try to bergaining but it doesn't work at all. she see a doctor and diagnoze skizoefecktif. the problem why she was in the mental illness was of her boyfriend cheating of him with her best friend. susan as a mother care a lot about her daughter and she doesn't want her daughter to be ill like that. when susan saw her daughter lock in her room and having a complecated expression that she doesn't know like anrgy, happy , and sad. the they see a doctor and say her feeling. susan know the problem know and she want jill having medicine to be drink. jill want to go to work in consultant firm and she have it. she met a boy and fall in love with her. her best friend that cheating on her was pregnat and jill thank god i am not like that. can jill having a good relationship after breaking to her boyfreind.....Concluida
Sana had always called him *her stupid insaan.* It was a name that carried their childhood, their shared secrets, and the warmth of every moment they'd spent together. Farhan was her everything-her best friend, her confidant, and the one person who made the chaos of her life bearable. But now, as she sat under the guava tree where they had once made pinky promises, the air felt cold, the silence deafening. Her heart ached with the weight of all the things she'd never said. She thought of his smile, the way he used to tease her, and the way he once told her, "Only you have the right to call me that." Only her. Yet here she was, alone, her stupid insaan lost to someone else. She had tried so hard to hold on-to him, to their friendship, to the faint hope that he might one day see her the way she saw him. But his words echoed in her mind, sharp and final: "I don't trust you. Our friendship was a mistake." A mistake. Tears blurred her vision as she traced their memories, wondering how something so pure could crumble so easily. She had given him her heart, her loyalty, her everything, and in return, he had left her with nothing but emptiness. For Farhan, it was easier to let go than to confront the depth of what they had lost. But even as he moved on, something lingered-a hollow space where Sana once stood. For Sana, there was no moving on. There was only the ache of what could have been, and the faint, desperate hope that maybe, someday, he would remember what they had and regret letting it slip away. Because love like theirs, however unspoken, didn't disappear. It only buried itself deep, waiting to bloom in another lifetime. ---
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