روايات وقصص ضمن Fragmentos De 50 Sombras De Grey

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

"I think you translation is fine. It's just not complete. Now the first one. It looks like you have to combine the fractured soul. That's something. We just need to figure out what she is trying to combine you with." "If I'm a fractured soul, then where's the rest of me?" My voice got a little creaky towards the end. I didn't realize it at first, but this fracture thing was a little scary. Remi got quiet. "I have to go." He said suddenly and just like that, he was gone.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

she snapped her fingers dramatically. “You’re already a problem, Lola. Just not the academic kind.” She flipped her braids like a diva. “Exactly. Balance is the key.” The fan above us groaned as it turned slowly, like it too was tired of this routine. I let my eyes scan the room. Desks were scattered with wrappers and books half-unpacked. Chalk dust floated through slanted sunlight. Everything looked familiar and slightly drained. Like we were all waiting for the real term to begin.

EMILY “I miscarried,” I told them through sobs. I then burst into sobs. I just wanted to get all the pent-up venom out. I was angry at the man who had ruined two lives. By what right? Who was he? He shattered two women’s dreams. That wonderful dream of becoming a mother? How could he not care about me at all? My agitation was growing so loud I could hear my blood boiling in my ear. My pain grew with every word I spoke. The past had come back like a thick fog and darkened our faces. Anger and frustration replaced happiness and joy.

Ashes were scattered across the floor in intricate, haunting designs. And then my eyes caught the banner. Stretched across the room, bold black letters spelled it out: FOR YOU. Someone grabbed my shoulder, and I whipped around, my scream echoing in my ears. I don't know if people had gathered, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I was frozen in the center of a nightmare that had been crafted just for me. ~Flashback Ends~

From the center of the mist, a figure stepped forward. She was wearing a gown of grey silk that seemed to be made of falling ash. Her hair was no longer gold; it was a pale, dead silver, and her eyes were empty sockets filled with swirling grey dust. She held the Shadow-Shard of the Mother-Lode, but it was no longer black. It was the color of a cataract.

Chapter 74 Dante Icarus Looking at the records in front of me, the files that are supposed to be easy to analyze, I find myself boiling in rage as the words blur in my vision. Twenty-two attempts at killing one man and he's not dead yet. I breathe, banging my fist on the desk, my eyes flashing in anger. This is absolutely impossible. This piece of information is something I can't fathom. Usually, one is all it takes, especially when I send my sharpest blade who goes by the name of Zora. But this time around, it takes a hell more than one, and even then there doesn't seem to be any results.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

It was **Fragments**. I sat up and looked around. We were in a world made of "Partial Files." I saw half of a skyscraper from the 1990s. I saw a dog that was only a head and a tail. I saw a sunset that was frozen in a single, jagged frame. This was the "Graveyard of Ideas"—the place where the Syndicate and the Developers threw the things that didn't work. And standing in the middle of the graveyard was a man I never thought I’d see again.