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she wrote in her book and showed him "I know but don't worry it's a normal school too and also you can find by yourself if you have magic or not by professional professor's" [school? ..] ---------- (flashback) "hey, bring the bags fast" a kid ordered around eating a fruit "haha mine too" another girl chuckled drinking water from her bottle Zia is walking back to them while carrying their bags she struggled to pull 3 bags and fell down suddenly letting all the books fall into the lake beside them "ah...my books" they shouted "how dare you," he said slapping Zia across the face her lip started bleeding as it grazed the ring of that boy's finger

Tears flowed down her snout and very slowly drenched Ward’s fur. /If only there was an antidote… How can there be no such knowledge in this world! There’s nothing in those villages! All these primitive humans do is eat, work, and sleep. I’d do it myself but the plants are all original in this world! Where and how do I start?!/ BaoBao cried with Zira. He never liked to see Zira hurt. He also did not like to see them apart, especially now that Zira has clearly accepted him.

Unaware of the storm Chiean Hwa entered the house of Yang Shizu. Hey everyone it's me Xiao Hua a.k.a. LilFlower and I'm back with another interesting chapter. Hope you guys like the chapter. Do shower your love and keep on supporting. Lots of Love from LilFlowe

᯽⊱❈═ A U D R A ═❈⊰᯽ He had seen her again, had met those violet eyes he had seen lifeless, had seen that white hair without being stained with a viscous, icy crimson. He just saw her, being a child and simply... living.

Third, people disappeared online. “Am I the only one here?” Zofi asked herself. She went to the kitchen to get some water. The building where Jiro used to stay is well lighted. It’s gives her relief that he’s no longer there. “I hope he finally gets tired of me,” she said to herself.

ZIRA I don’t know how long I was out of it. Still, somehow, I was in another room, sitting on a very comfortable bed with the most obnoxious fairy in the world. Trixie talked about the bare walls and adding something to make the room brighter while I stared straight ahead at nothing. Her bubbly attitude was making me feel worse. My brain was trying to catch up with everything that had just happened. But, for some reason, I couldn’t believe it. I just...I couldn’t believe my luck. Death, birth, death again, and then rejection. Tears fell down my face onto Zacharias’s face.

“Don’t leave yet.” “I am not going anywhere.” Not until I fix this. If I could. ____ I'm afraid to write Olezka’s story! Are you guys missing Lachlan? 🖤🎀🖤 A. Gupta

Everyone seemed to be really interested in it. ''They are so annoying. Do they ever shut the fuck up?'' Zoa said to me as she sipped her iced coffee. I thought it was odd to drink coffee at nearly 11 at night, but I was drinking black tea so, I wasn't going to call the kettle black. I laughed and nodded,'' All they do is yap on and on and on. They make chihuahuas seem like librarians,''

"I know it's unbelievable but believe me, I'm telling you the truth. And this world...this is fictional." "Wait, Amira, are you even serious? It's not a fictional world. This is real!" "It is Patty, and Zeke Alejandro, he's the main character of the story I'm reading. He's written to be with Krisha Fajardo." "Wait, Krisha? That's impossible Amira, they hate each other." "Yes, I know, but their destiny is already written," I exclaimed

Mwajuma, the girl who had been feared as a monster, walked the fields, her bare feet pulsing with a connection to the soil, coaxing life from the red dust. But the true heart of the valley was a strange, solitary pool of water near the southern cliffs. The villagers called it Chozi la Ardhi—The Earth’s Tear. It was deep, unnaturally still, and rumored to have no bottom. Mwajuma stood by it often, staring into its glassy surface, feeling a strange hum in her bones that she could not explain. It felt less like water and more like a waiting room. Five miles to the east, the village of Kijani was dying.