Honkai: Star Rail Pure Fiction Novelas e Histórias

I can no longer go home with you. Everything faded into darkness. I must be dead now. If I die, everything will be buried with me. He will never know. He will go on with his life. Now he is the King of the Lycans, ruler of a great land. He has everything. He will be happy. Then suddenly, that familiar voice echoed again."Majori, Majori, wake up, wake up, can you hear me? Why is this happening? Rin, call the doctor, call the doctor now!"

“Same as you.” “Why?” he asked. “Is the kingdom at war?” “No,” she assured him. He looked relieved about that, since his father would be called into battle if a war did erupt between Frindom and another kingdom. “I was training to… kill the dragon.” It sounded ridiculous coming out of her mouth now, now that she knew the truth, that Slate was a shifter and that he hadn’t actually been killing the people he took with him all of these years. But it was the truth, and she wasn’t about to lie to Gavin, not now.

she said confidently, "I'll still live after giving birth to them. I hope you're prepared to find answers to all of my questions, soon." The promise between them had turned into a challenge. Gomi scoffed, "I'm prepared." After saying that, it roared, acknowledging the challenge. ... Hue was at the bank and stood before a life-size cactus, that was higher and huge than average humans. The cacti were one of the many cacti that worked as bankers in Fantasy Realm. "How can you deduct so many good deeds from my account?" Hue asked, unsatisfied. When he got back to the realm, he found out his account didn't reflect any changes and he was unhappy about it.

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Why am I stuck with these little kids! Welcome to crazy ride of Seirryu. What do you think about Kazuo-kai's story? See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

Raihana nods as she listens. I send her the picture, taking a deep breath. “But… he is also something else, something that doesn’t come from that darkness.” Raihana glances up knowingly. “The Crimson King.”

All the characters, places, ideas or events mentioned in this book are purely fiction and does not relate to any living or dead. All the story settings and other elements are purely my imagination and fictional. Most of the concept about Heaven and Hell are based on Buddhism and Christianity. The genre of the story is fantasty romance so there will mentions of supernatural creatures and magic. Stealing of my work/any idea will serve you severe punishment as plagiarism is a serious crime. All rights reserved San 2045

A different rhythm was formed which numbed Heer and the cruel pleasure offered by Sanam enveloped her. ￣￣~~￣￣ Hey love! I just wanted to say that I'm really happy you found my story somehow and want to thank you for giving it a shot. I hope you'll like it! DISCLAIMER This whole story is fiction. Everything used in this story is part of my imagination which can hardly be true. In this story I didn't create the names of the characters, the places used, even the dead people with the intention of hurting anyone. Neither do I want to hurt any religion or belief in the story. And I respect every faith.

says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get redder and redder like a tomato. “End of the line, was it Fuujin or Raijin, or a constellation or something inhuman not even known to humankind or from a folklore not from Japan at all, was it from a chinese mythology or perhaps western Europe. Perhaps it may have been from India too…. I’m done.” Says Ayame and lays on the ground looking at the ceiling. “No use~… These guys don’t even know what their leader is.” The yokai fall unconscious from holding their breath for too long one by one like dominoes.

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.