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That just earned me a chuckle as I got my phone to pair up with his Bluetooth in the car, within seconds the reading started. ‘Akarnae by Lynette Noni’ Starts up. “Wow this sounds like a Harry Potter story,” He told me, I smiled at him, “It sounds like it but it’s more a mixture of Lord of the rings and The Chronicles of Narda. Do you not like Harry Potter?” I asked, “No, but it’s kind of like that.” He starts laughing, “Kiddo it’s ok I know it’s not Harry Potter, but I do like your taste in stories.” He said, sounding happy, I smiled out the window making sure he doesn’t see that we could get along well if we like the same things.

There was a long silence between them and in the next second, he nodded his head. Laura let out a sigh of relief as she watched Dan turn around to investigate what had gone wrong. "Please, help him, dear Goddess." She prayed to the Moon Goddess. However, in the next second, she felt a sudden chill like she was in Antarctica. Goosebumps lined her skin as a foreboding aura overwhelmed the atmosphere. A shrill and wicked laughter sounded out in the air and Laura covered her ears immediately. "Ahhhhh..." She screamed as she fell to the ground. Her heart thudded and her head throbbed. The laughter tormented her as it echoed in her head continuously.

The Snow was under attack, the Mashirotzu was abroad, and the father was in charge. We were about to be descended upon by forces of pure evil, I was sure of this. Every kid in the kingdom knew the horror stories of the last great war, and even though we were not alive then, we can still see a lot of its effects around. The kingdoms of the west were reduced to the shadows of what they used to be. My grandmother told me of the beauty of the west, but today the place is full of struggling kingdoms. Most of the powerful kingdoms to the west were wiped out of existence as the Darkened one replaced them with his fortresses of terrors. These lands were won back by the union of races but the evils t

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

“Yes, that’s a good idea.” We settled into our spots—Victor on one side of Jasmine and me on the other. I pulled out the storybook I had brought, a collection of fairy tales with colorful illustrations that Jasmine loved. As I began to read, Victor’s gaze softened. He settled comfortably, leaning back against the headboard with a contented sigh. “Once upon a time,” I began, my voice gentle and rhythmic, “in a land far, far away, there was a magical forest where all the animals lived happily together…”

Dear Readers, Good day! This is La Tigresa and I would like to thank you all for stopping by. Tstory is written in English. If you're a Filipino and wants to read the Tagalog version of the story, please search for Fragments of Memories 2: Beautiful Stranger. Book 1 of the series entitled Fragments of Memories 1: Married at Seventeen (both English and Tagalog version are also available in GoodNovel) The whole series talks about and focuses on self-love, self-worth and self-forgiveness that I hope you'd all be able to relate to and learn from it.

He hands me Grace’s copy of Alice in Wonderland, his eyes guarded, creased with concern. “Why even bring a book to a thing like this?” Alix asks. “Ever heard of iBooks? Or W*****d? If you wanna be a total nerd and sit in the corner reading in public, at least do it on your phone.” “It’s Grace’s book, actually,” I begin, not sure where I’m going to take this. “We were sitting on that bench, and… Grace had got a call…”

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On the windowsill sat a pot of blooming bougainvilleas. When I pushed open the window, the salty sea breeze carried the scent of lemon blossoms toward me. For the first time in three years, I could breathe freely. I put down my suitcase and went into town to buy some daily necessities from the market. The old woman selling fruit smiled and gave me two extra oranges, saying in broken Anglic, "Welcome to town, young lady." Suddenly, I felt like crying. In the years I spent with the Moretti family, I had grown accustomed to the coldness and scheming of others. Now, faced with the kindness of a stranger, it felt unreal.

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.