Novel & Cerita Antonym For Sacrifice

Lana’s brow furrows, “What I don’t understand is that the other prophecies state that only humanity shall be a sacrifice, if it were not in the blood of humanity, to turn the tide. How can humanity's sacrifice save humanity if they’re the sacrifice to end the world? I’m so confused.” Rafael looks at the passage and lays another book across from it, “Avant l'humanité, il y avait des anges. L'un doit être l'un et non l'autre. Sauvez pour le destructeur de tous et de vos proches. La mort et la destruction prévaudront, avec le sacrifice de l'humanité si ce n'était à l'humanité de renverser la vapeur.” Before humanity, there were angels. One shall be one and not the other. Save for the Destroyer

She smiled and said "I dont think so according to me there will be some adjustments but not anymore sacrifice also consists of love parents sacrifice their desires to make children happy it shows love Children suppress their desires by respecting parents hardwork it is also love You desire for a costliest sports car since childhood as you always seen many cars being a child I always wished for a toy car when my dad gifted it I felt I'm the most luckiest person You loves to own a real flight I loves to own a toy flight if you have money you wish to how to make it double but if I have money I wish to make my parents desires fulfill which they sacrificed for me You will have minimum 25 to 30 it

His fear of my plan is taking a tall one on him. "I still don't understand." Dan speaks. It's not that he doesn't discern what I am explaining. I didn't speak in parables or tongues. He is just in denial that I am actually suggesting this. However insane my suggestion sounds, sacrifices are parts and parcels of our lives, I believe, and this is worth it. All the lives that have been obliterated by this monster, all the countless lives that have been lost, the innocent blood he has spilt including that of my parents, everything that is at stake right now, every single thing, is deserving of this sacrifice.

"You don't understand what it's like to have a family and to sacrifice everything you got for them." Then he laughed hysterically. "This is not a sacrifice, little one," he spatted. "In sacrifices, you'll earn and get something out of it. This you won't. And you might die in the process. You might even die now simply because you got caught up with the mess of the men you're to wed."

My heart stuttered in my chest. He couldn’t seriously mean to… not sacrifice anything? That was a serious faux pas, indicative of someone not caring about the outcome of the tournament. Instead of raising the arrow to shoot it though, Adrian dropped his arm and raised the other with a flourish. “For my sacrifice,” he called out, his voice booming across the area, “I would like to offer something different. Something that is not only precious to me, but precious to many…” He paused, turning his horse slowly. Slowly, slowly, until…

Sacrifice isn't about dying. It's about choosing to be different than you were before. And I chose to be their opposition. Their conscience. Their reminder that another way was always possible.

I growled angrily. She laughed hysterically. "See that's what you don't seem to understand. You call them sacrifices but you are not understanding the word. It's derived from the Latin word, Sacrificium, an offering to a deity, a sacred rite. A necessary evil" she laughed darker, "And it is necessary for me to have the Shaul's magic. It's was meant for me and you won't stop me" I tried breaking free but Rowena's magic kept me pinned.

He replied. What was that supposed to mean? Couldn't one get clear answers? "If I do it, Is there a way to avoid bloodshed." "Yes." He responded. "How?" "Sacrifice." "What kind of sacrifice? I need a clear answer on that." "I'm sorry dear but the spirits only tell me.what is needed to be known and what needs to be known is to save your sister you'll need a sacrifice and to save humanity, A sacrifice." He disclosed, shuffling the tarot cards.

Instead, she cherished the neighbor's daughter far more than she did me, her own flesh and blood. Just then, a terrifying thought formed in my mind. Would Mom really sacrifice me for an outsider? I refused to believe it and struggled, shouting, "What does that have to do with me? I'm your biological sister! How can you force me to donate my kidney?" But Jeremy just sneered coldly while staring at me. "You're not my real sister—Rhea is. You're nothing but a fake!" I was dumbfounded. I understood every word he said, but why couldn't I make sense of them when strung together in that sentence?