How Rare And Beautiful It Is To Even Exist Novels & Stories

“A single stalk goes for 50 million at auction—and they only auction it once every five years.” “It can treat illnesses deemed incurable, which is why it’s nicknamed the ‘Life-Saving Grass.’” “The fact that Miss Amelia had one… I never would have expected it.” Mr. Cromwell whipped his head toward Amelia. “Amelia, you should keep this for yourself! Using it just to detox me is too wasteful!” “Grandpa, this will work the fastest.” Amelia soothed him. “Besides, it’s just a plant—it’s not as rare as they make it sound.”

I didn't. "For what it's worth," he said, quiet, close now, "I don't think this happens twice. Whatever this actually is between us — I've been trying to find the right words for it for months, and I keep landing on the same thing. Once in a lifetime. That's what this is. That's what you are." I felt the words land somewhere I hadn't fully guarded in a long time. "Once in a lifetime," I repeated, testing the shape of it, finding that it fit exactly as well as he'd made it sound. "Yeah. I think that's right."

“So, in other words, you can manipulate your own power to be stronger than your opponents in terms of the damage they give to you, right?” “That’s Rian for you. I hope I could be like you.” “What do you mean?” “Human is the most perfect creature that God creates, right? But, why the world can be so broken like this? Is the human behind all of this?” “I think so. Human is a creature that loves wasting time. They create it and destroy it. They create something to destroy something and vice versa. I wonder why they do such a thing. Not to mention about this era. Everything is complicated.”

“The fact is there aren’t all that many of us at any given time. So the chances of us meeting are unbelievable. However, we are drawn to each other like the other is a lodestone of some sort. Finding one that is compatible is damn near impossible. The idea of the next generation isn’t one that most seeds can think about. However, if two seeds find each other and do have a child, it is like one and four. They will be one as well.” “I guess that makes sense to a point.” She said, “however, I don’t think that we are really all that rare. I mean, I know we are a small part of the population. It is just that a lot of us fell through the cracks, and it wasn’t seen.” “We are not ones for huge crowd

A rare gem that shouldn’t exist in this realm. Copper red fur is rare. The only other being who has a tinge of red fur is Britney O’Shea and that in itself makes her special. River Kincaid? She isn’t just special, she’s out of the ordinary.

If I'm genuinely a curse or not. “Pardon me. I am not very familiar with Achaemenid Persian, but I will tell you the truth about red wolves,” Morgan says, gently removing her glasses. “When I saw you for the first time, I was astonished by your existence. A red moon happens once every decade, which makes red wolves the rarest and most unique wolf breed of all.” Raina’s jaw drops. “That is insane.” “The last one died before I ever got to see her. So, Isolde, you are the first red wolf I have laid my eyes on.”

My mouth opens making an o-shape as I heard every word of wisdom from her lips. “They are very rare; they only occur once about fifty years or sometimes hundred. A single moment, lasting mere seconds yet powerful enough to eclipsed the world. The tiniest thing of the all mighty’s creation but can’t be witnessed by the mortal eyes.” She spoke wisely and I could do nothing but to listen to her in absolute awe. Still, I didn’t get any of my answers.

That is some weird thing to explain but yes, I might have read not knowing that it would become handy today. "That plant is very simple to identify but it cannot be seen by our naked eye. The only reason why that image exist is because once every millennium, that plant will shine and sparkle as if they are revealing themselves. Although, some statements said that there are one being who can see those plants even if they just use their natural eyes..." They are all listening to me attentively. "What being are that?" "Dwarfs..." "But... they are rare to see..."

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

she said, and I shrugged. “Hey, I am trying to explain!” I raised my hands in surrender. “Love, you are not an anomaly, you are a nightcrawler… a very rare creature, powerful, one in a million, unique, and mine,” she said, and he looked up at me, “A what?” he was trying to process.