Prom Drawing Novels & Stories

When he came back to his home, everyone was dead. Ondo finally betrayed him to be with his best friend with the Cheetah Prince. No one wanted to mate with him. Vicious rumors were spreading about the panter clan. No one wanted to mate with him. His last chance was to go to the summoning cave. The summoning cave is for those who can't find a mate. The summoning cave is an Urban myth. It is looked down on by other clans to find a mate by summoning. He didn't have time to Moran for his fellow Clan members. There so much pressure on him. He couldn't give up.

The sound of paper against wood seemed too loud. “We have prepared provisional measures,” Elowen continued. “Temporary, of course. To stabilize confidence until clarity is restored.” The word temporary echoed. Alina did not reach for the parchment. She did not look at it. “Stabilize how?” Elowen’s smile was faint and precise. “By acting.” A councilor on the right spoke quickly. “The people need a symbol.” “They already have one,” Alina said. “They have the truth.” Another voice snapped back. “Truth does not fill granaries.”

After a round of technical presentations, Jim took the stage again. “By now you should have noticed one of the biggest problems with testing, and that would be the volume of users. That is why we first launched it in our games. As we need a lot of people playing the games to see if the technology is working, we are employing a lot of popular creatives. We need more people paying attention and using this technology in real time. To do this, we have been able to recreate the most anticipated character’s representation in real life, by partnering with internet artist Bertha G,” he said and James, who was not interested in this entire presentation, looked up from his phone sharply.

I swallowed the painful lump forming in my throat before I finally started reading. My dearest Windy, If you're reading this, it means I'm no longer there to see the wonderful woman you've become. I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer. If I had one wish, it would have been to watch you grow up beside your mother. But life doesn't always give us what we want. There's something I never told you. Don Alejandro Domingo wasn't just my kumparé. He was my best friend. We built our dreams together when we were young. We made a promise to each other.

I needed to preserve what little sanity I had left in me when it came to being around the presence of this witchy devil. I moved to the opposite wall and saw that it consisted of a number of paintings like I’d seen earlier when I stepped into the room. I took a closer look to notice that most of them were of little Adrian. Almost all the paintings showed him eating. There was one where - he had a lollipop in his mouth, one where he had his mouth full of an entire slice of pizza- how he had even managed to get the entire thing in his mouth in the first place was beyond me- while one of them showed him crying as an ice cream fell near his feet. All of the paintings looked realistic, but at the

Chapter 1- Promises *Two days earlier* "She's coming, and when she rises, your entire family will burn in her inferno," I screamed as my body hung in the air. I couldn't move; I was frozen in place. Ahmes clawed to break free, but she was being suppressed within my mind by powerful magic. "When I break free, I will kill you. That's a promise." I snarled. The witch before me let out a manic laugh. His voice was low as he spoke.