Fiction Flag Novels & Stories

Their aura was enough to alarm everyone as well. Dawn was quick-witted and said, “Don’t waste any more time. Maya, let’s attack!” The two women rushed over. Suddenly, Clay somehow took out a flag from thin air. The flagpole started growing till it was three meters tall, and the flag had a bull’s head for a motive. Boom- Sticking the pole into the ground, a mysterious light flashed under the dirt, releasing a large, immense force. “Be careful of that flag!” Dawn said to Maya. “This looks like the symbol for the Bull tribe. We can’t afford to ignore it. Let’s not try to turn this against ourselves. Stay alert, and if something goes wrong, take Madam Brittany and the others to hide!”

Even though he didn't plan to wipe out their base but taking fifteen badges and one of their flag will cuts their points . He found out from the warrior puppets that only F and their country had the full team members right now . Country L had only nineteen team members and country Sia only had twenty three team members . So what he needs to do now is taking fifiteen badges from country F taking one of their flag and the other two countries flags. Just steal the flag that hanging on their headquarters tent . As his plan in twenty minutes the fifteen soldiers from country A lost their badges and their country flag.

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

I take his hand with a small thank you then stand next to him. "Thank you all for coming here..." I start. I'm not really good at making speeches but I try giving a two sentenced speech before turning and holding the rope that keeps the banner in place. I tag at it before the red cloth drops revealing. The Red Flags Exclusive Club making me gasp. Aiden didn't want me to see the name. "It suits it. Don't you think?" he asks standing behind me. I nod absentmindedly admiring the words. "Why would you do this?"

I was clueless. All I could grasp was something about some kind of scam, one of those fake marriages they do with foreigners just to get a blue passport, that’s why he has a fake name. Well, Enzo left. The rest of the boys threw cash at me, the notes scattering across the floor. I stood up, my legs trembling so badly I could barely stay upright. I tried to steady myself, gripping the edge of the coffee table to stay upright. “Damn, Looks like we destroyed redhead pussy real good,” Pink Tip muttered.

Every time Clara seduced Nathan, she would send a provocative text message to Phoebe, inviting her to watch their adultery. Her intention was simple—to provoke Phoebe, to push her over the edge. If luck was on her side, maybe the shock would cause Phoebe, with her heavily pregnant belly, to miscarry. And if, by some cruel twist of fate, Phoebe bled out and died on the operating table, well, that would be even better.

All I could do was gasp for air while Lilianna and Janea fought our teachers. Those two are better at fighting than me anyway. I lie there panting like a dog, my chest heaving with every breath. Janea finally got the upper hand on Mr. Quinn, pinning him down and putting her knee on his back. I caught my breath and sprung to my feet. The odds were in our favor now it was me and my sister vs Mrs. White and I planned to win this time. We charged her at the same time attempting to knock her down, but she was lightning quick in dodging us.

Fiona finished drawing, threw the pen, pushed the paper in front of you Paul Henry: "Uncle Paul Henry, I'm a soldier, I'm an atheist, swearing to God is basically useless, so I have to swear by a five-star red flag to count." “……” At this moment, Paul Henry I can't help but silently praise, your little girl is really talented. Countenance Fiona rosy, in the dreamy eyes containing the stubbornness that does not allow to refuse, Paul Henry picked up a glass of wine on the table to take a sip, half-closed his eyes, and watched her, couldn't help but get excited. “Fiona, the five-star red flag is the national flag, how can it be so simple, do you have a paintbrush or watercolor?"

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

The city's pulse faded behind them, swallowed by darkness and sand. They pulled up to a building with no name. Just a sleek black awning, velvet curtains behind the doors, and a line of gold script etched into a plaque. Las Fantasy Girls Inside, the club was velvet and smokey. A stage dominated the center, framed by heavy red curtains. Dim chandeliers cast golden light over leather booths and mirrored walls. Music played low and slow, all brass and longing.