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The president smiled widely for his men, in his head, he was taking an inventory check for the most suitable option the ship had to offer. 'I will paint the witch's body into unbecomingness tonight.' **** Paradise was an island that constantly enjoyed the sun, even when it was winter, there were many days when the sky wore a very clear blue. It was still a very green place to live in even with the absence of rain, the nymphs of earth and water were more than enough for the prosperity of the plants and animals, but this was not the case today. Dark clouds covered the island from all directions, the women in the village closed their doors and stayed inside while the nymphs shed tears that refl

VEGAS Clara didn't go to the big house or to some friend's house in the condominium. For more than an hour she sat alone in Otávio's kitchen, mulling over the unusual and not at all normal afternoon she had spent. Meeting his mother and hearing all about her past, her son's childhood, the death of his father, had really moved her. The house was silent, Otávio in his office. She took her backpack and went to the guest room. What had Megan told her? That in the Paradise condominium there was no such thing as so and so's house, well, she would sleep right there. Last night had been an intense night, she and her friends had had a lot of fun and the sleep of the day had not erased all the tiredne

For in that dreamy state, It could render the handle a wand, Create an entire house, A home with hearth and fire warm, Conjure sweetness from indifference, Both mirage and oasis, A dual sense of reality, Fashioned for survival, And therein I was trained, For this destiny, By a universe that did it's best, To love and to care, In a broken world, Such as ours, And here is my truth, My God answered, Stayed, Did what was possible, And taught me better, Then any other could. Show less By Angela Abraham If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading …. Third person p.o.v " I know it must be a little difficult for you but we are not in a hurry , y

I scrunch my eyebrows. "My name is Elie. You are not supposed to be here right now. Your generation needs you, you are the solution to generational curse that will arise in the future if not everyone will be wiped out.The prophecy still needs fulfillment if not they’ll come for it," She looked me straight in the eyes. "You have to go back." "What do you mean generational curse? We aren't under any curse, and the pack is peaceful. I can't go back now. I'm already dead and there are still some questions that need answers," I pleaded with her.

POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO I shut my eyes as tight as possible against the agitation that tried to intervene upon my black personal madness. "Everything alright?" Abelard queries worriedly. I open my eyes and sigh, placing the teacup back on the coffee table. Standing up from my seat, I stressfully drag my body to the balcony, when I lean my body against the black railings I take in the beautiful night sky view of Paris. "Gabriella?" Abelard's soft voice calls out my name.

William gently reached for her hand, unshed tears in his own eyes. He could feel it too... the joy, the happiness, The completeness. This was unlike anything he had experienced in his life... the feeling. It felt just right.... Like he was finally in Paradise.

No future with. She cried knowing her struggles meant nothing to him. He was determined to have his way with her and that was final and the painful piercing that followed in between the junction of her legs was something she could not comprehend and the scalding heat and painful pleasure that sprouted moments later,made her wonder if this was what she had denied herself all her years of living.

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Author: Catherine Edward Pari Tibba, the land of fairies is home to an ancient legend. Deep in the belly of its oak and pine forest lurks an evil, waiting to be unleashed. Andrew Garrison is desperate. Driven with sorrow, he sets out to Pari Tibba to seek the very evil whose name must not be spoken of. Disclaimer: Explicit Content. The story contains mentions of rape and non-consensual sexual acts, strong mature language, and graphic violence. Prelude

The vortex pulls him completely through, the smell of wood lingers on his nose as he opens his eyes on the other side. Whoa. It's apparent he's not in Heaven any longer. This Sec confines herself to a small room-like a prison. It's crowded with pictures, books, and piles of clothes that make it feel even smaller. Looking at all the clothes this Sec has, he stands there, wondering why anyone would need so much clothing. Angels only ever wear robes. Nathanael continues to wander around the room before making himself comfortable at a desk in the corner. Propping his feet up on the top, he tosses an arm over his eyes to block out the light and begins to mentally prepare for the mundane earthly l