Legenda Foto Sozinha Novels & Stories

Alexandra screamed in anger. “ It's not possible! This no longer has any value! Alexandra threw the recorder on the floor. “ As always, everyone comes back, except one couple! Now only a hundred years from now! He will continue to be a legend! “ Because they are a legend! “ Lissa commented thoughtfully. Betina and Lissa looked at each other and hugged each other tightly. “ What storm was that? Lissa said nothing. Betina: “ What a more sinister trip!

"We’ve got enough new stories to tell." He looked at a small, framed photo on his desk. It was blurry, taken in the middle of a blizzard three years ago. It showed a pilot and a girl with sapphire-cracked skin, holding hands in a crater. "Stay safe out there, Sofia," Zilo whispered. "Don't find any more goddesses." (NOMO HOLT’S POINT OF VIEW)

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.

It’s a picture. And in it, is her. She’s sitting cross-legged on the couch with her laptop balanced on her thighs, her new glasses slipping slightly down her nose while sunlight shines on her bare legs exposed beneath the oversized shirt she’s wearing. My shirt. And judging by the angle, she definitely knows exactly how much skin the photo reveals. I let out an exhale, and that’s when I notice the caption beneath it. ‘Since you abandoned me for work, I guess I’ll survive alone.’

And a medallion on a thin leather cord, the metal dark with age. I pick up the photo first. It's old, printed on that thick paper they don't use anymore, the colors slightly washed. A woman stands in a field, laughing at something off-camera. She has my jaw. My exact jaw, and my hairline, and the way her eyes crinkle at the outer corners. She looks like me the way a first draft looks like a finished piece, same bones, different life written across them. "Your mother," Sage says. "Lena. She was twenty-four there."

"She's looking for the next box." A photographer from the Times—who had come for a story on the Foundation but stayed for the spectacle—snapped a picture. It ran on the front page the next day. It wasn't a photo of a billionaire heiress smiling. It was a photo of a little girl with messy hair, sitting on a mountain of books, reading to a toddler she had never met. The caption read: The Legacy. Aria cut it out. She didn't frame it in gold. She pinned it to the corkboard in the kitchen, right next to Theo’s drawing of the fortress.

Blaze said I clenched my hands. I will kill whoever took and posted these pictures. Yes. She's a goddess in those pictures, but I don't like that other people see her wearing those f*cking clothes. It's too revealing. Her body is too exposed. It's only for my eyes! Damn! I'm very possessive when it comes to Sophie, but you can't blame me because she's so nice, kind, and... ahem, s-sexy. In short, she's perfect and because of that, I have a lot of rivals when it comes to her. I'm just afraid I'll lose her again, and I can't take that. I already lost her once, so I can't afford to lose her a second time around.

“Report: Unique Skill, Illusion Manipulation, acquired!” D*mn, what was that? Now, it starting to scare the hell out of me. Maybe this is what happens to people who are about to die. I heaved a deep sigh mentally. Am I just going to accept my fate? How I wish I had the courage to tell Iris all the love I feel for her. “Report: Special skill, Leo, the Zodiac of pride and bravery, acquired!” I’m really going to die. There's no helping it. There was no hope anymore for me to survive in this lake of fire. It’s like I’m in hell right now.