Purple Hibiscus Novel By Chimamanda の小説・ストーリー

STILL IN ALPHA RIVER’S POV I don’t know how long I stood staring at the phoenix until I got distracted by the sound of leaves ruffling in the trees nearby. I only had to blink and the phoenix was gone. I had this boiling urgency to search for it and I did until I stumbled upon a small girl with red eyes about the age of 5-6 years. I sighed knowing very well where she was from. Getting down on knees, I asked her softly; “Hey honey, what are you doing out here alone?”

he said "She has to mate and be marked by her mate willingly for the prophecy not to come to pass"he said "What?"Lemuel was shocked,I was too as well,so as dad and Alec "Wait,wait,if she does that,then she'd be an HYRBID, wait what?"Alec asked so confusely "What's an HYRBID?"I asked "Vampire and a werewolf"Lemuel answered "No way"I said "That is it,you're gonna an HYRBID Mera shawn,you're gonna be the most supreme and you're gonna be in the position to bring balance,peace and unity to the two worlds,it is written already"the priest said

Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

She was even more stunning in person than pictures I'd seen online. A crazy smile broke out on my face, as I began to clap loudly for her, everyone around me joining in. "Thank you, thank you. I'm so sorry for being late, but I'm glad to be here. First I'm going to read an excerpt from my first novel A Black and White World, and then I'm going to read the first chapter of my newest book, My Melanin, My Magic." She said.

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

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He first read her work on a sleepless flight to Lisbon. A friend had emailed him a link to the magazine's digital feature—Five Voices Under Thirty Redefining Modern Thought—along with a brief note: The third one might interest you. And it did. More than he was ready to admit. The piece had been raw but graceful, a meditation on identity and grief titled “The Art of Quiet Survival.” Her words had cut straight through the noise of his perfectly curated world. No pretense. No polished metaphors.

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I say, furrowing my eyebrows at her question, "My room is bare and I want things that I like to decorate it." Hestia's expression softens, "Well you should have told me. We would have come here first if I had known. I don't know anything about you Violet. I hate to admit it, but I had assumed you were like all the other girls Anthony has encountered. Hence the reason why I took you into those clothing stores in the first place." I pick up the pajama set from the shelf beside me, "Would any of those girls like this talking cactus?" Hestia laughs, "Not at all. It's good to know that you aren't like those other girls at all."

"Oh, you noticed. But it isn't something you should worry about, you know. Your dad just needs some time. He'll come around." It was something she was telling herself too. Something she wished would happen soon. "Okay, mommy." Maryam picked up her book. "What are you reading?" asked May, trying to start up a new conversation. She didn't see the book's title because half of the purple cover was peeled off. "Purple Hibiscus," Maryam replied excitedly. "Written by Chimamanda Adichie, my favorite author," she added. "Isn't that too much for you? Do you even understand a word?" May thoughtfully asked.