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My second chance
Prologue Rain poured endlessly from the dark sky, each drop hitting the ground like needles against Takemichi's skin. His breathing came out weak and uneven as he laid motionless in the middle of the empty street, blood mixing with the cold rainwater beneath him. But despite the pain- He smiled. For once... he saved someone. Not too late. Not this time. The cries, the chaos, the desperate screams ringing in his ears moments ago slowly faded into silence. His heavy eyelids began to close as darkness swallowed his vision whole. "So this is... the end..." Yet before everything disappeared completely- A strange warmth wrapped around him. Then- Light. Takemichi gasped sharply, sitting upright so suddenly that his chest burned. His eyes widened in confusion as he stared around the unfamiliar room. No... Not unfamiliar. Small wooden desk. Old superhero posters. The cracked ceiling he used to count every night before sleeping. His breath hitched. "This is... my room?" But something felt wrong. Takemichi looked down at himself, his hands trembling violently. Tiny hands. A child's hands. His heartbeat stopped for a second as he rushed toward the dusty mirror beside his bed. And staring back at him... Was an eight-year-old Hanagaki Takemichi. Outside, thunder roared across the sky once more. Because somehow- He had returned to the past. Again.
Emery August Mustang
After Gracie had moved out Right started to feel empty and sad and he wants a another baby but couldn't for many reasons until now~ 😏Complete
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Reborn
At birth the little boy opened his dark blue eyes and looked around without opening his mouth. When the -inconsiderate- doctor gave him a slap on his buttocks instead of crying a "tch" escaped his lips while an irritated grin bloomed on his face. He had seen them through the glass, just as he had seen more doctors and nurses, and immediately turned his eyes in the opposite direction, frowning at his brows and lips. That was going to be a big nuisance. He did not use to bet but that was not a bet but an incontestable reality.Complete
𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 | ✓
𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝-𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝟐𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛, 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥, 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩. 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.Complete
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Leyon
"Have you ever ignored the warning of someone, then something happens after that?" This is the story of a child whom the villagers called "Leyon" because of his lion cloak. After ignoring the simple warning of someone, events that he hates, and did not know and expect come to light in a forest at night. He have to be brave and strong in his own ways, and there he ultimately discover the truth beyond his comprehension. Will he still be the same after going to that land by himself? "If by chance, I got whisked again to that place, I wanted to wander with ignorance," said the child called Leyon. A short story with a mix of Philippine Mythology and Culture! [Still Airing on Wattpad] FOR COMPLETE VERSION, GET THE EBOOK ON AMAZON FOR FREE! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B091DGBMWZ/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=LEYONComplete
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like my other story but a ili longer..
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к𝕠𝐘 ₍ₒc ₓ ₖₙy₎
!ON HOLD! next update-19/1/26 / (𝚔ɔɪ) / 𝚊𝚍𝚓. (𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗) 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛. 𝚜𝚑𝚢; 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝. ¸,ø¤º°'°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°•○•°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°'°º¤ø,¸ Ｄｅｍｏｎ Ｓｌａｙｅｒ ｘ ＯＣ ¸,ø¤º°'°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°•○•°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°'°º¤ø,¸ 𝘠𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘒𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰, 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝙠𝙤𝙮. ¸,ø¤º°'°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°•○•°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°'°º¤ø,¸ •𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓪 •𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 •𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓼 •𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓶 •𝓐𝓻𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮 •𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓬𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮 ¸,ø¤º°'°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°•○•°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°'°º¤ø,¸ ! 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼
Prologue Rain poured endlessly from the dark sky, each drop hitting the ground like needles against Takemichi's skin. His breathing came out weak and uneven as he laid motionless in the middle of the empty street, blood mixing with the cold rainwater beneath him. But despite the pain- He smiled. For once... he saved someone. Not too late. Not this time. The cries, the chaos, the desperate screams ringing in his ears moments ago slowly faded into silence. His heavy eyelids began to close as darkness swallowed his vision whole. "So this is... the end..." Yet before everything disappeared completely- A strange warmth wrapped around him. Then- Light. Takemichi gasped sharply, sitting upright so suddenly that his chest burned. His eyes widened in confusion as he stared around the unfamiliar room. No... Not unfamiliar. Small wooden desk. Old superhero posters. The cracked ceiling he used to count every night before sleeping. His breath hitched. "This is... my room?" But something felt wrong. Takemichi looked down at himself, his hands trembling violently. Tiny hands. A child's hands. His heartbeat stopped for a second as he rushed toward the dusty mirror beside his bed. And staring back at him... Was an eight-year-old Hanagaki Takemichi. Outside, thunder roared across the sky once more. Because somehow- He had returned to the past. Again.
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