Revolution Novels & Stories

"Calm down, will you?" "Peace, you don't understand. I'm happy that he finally wants to introduce me to the world but then, there goes his family. They are quite infamous for always maltreating the less privileged, so I am scared." "Babe keep calm, Alex loves you and that is all that matters, Peace reassured." Oops, pardon my manners. I'm Vivian Blakes. I don't know if I should say I'm a Nigerian or just claim to be an American. Either way, I'm African-American.

Up in the distance, there was a huge crowd, Gregory pointed "That's speakers corner, its where people can use their free speech to spread messages to the public" I looked to see a man speaking through a megaphone to the gathering crowd "That's Tommy Robinson, he's got a huge gathering as you can see, he's very popular" "Whats he protesting about?" I ask watching the crowd "He's protesting about young girls being raped by Muslim gangs, it's a big problem here, we should move, the police will be here soon" "Why?" "They don't like Tommy and what he stands for" "I don't get it?" I say confused

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On the other hand, another daughter Myra, the same strong stone-cold girl like Minerva just ignored his superiority. “Is it an anticipation of some big cyclone?” Rana asked his subconscious mind. Minerva was a rebel and a fighter too. So is her daughter, too. Every word of Myra was sharply cleaned to pierce any heart. And today for the first time in his house people became rebels. His wife, his son. He could feel his grip getting loosened up over many a thing.

Hope you understand (: • *** First's playlist: • Mirage (theme song) - Elina • Black and White (second theme song) - Niall Horan • What a time - Julia Michaels ft. Niall Horan • You & me - James TW • Monsters - Katie Sky (the single version) • Paper planes - Elina • Here's your perfect - Jamie Miller • You mean to tell me - Tatiana Manaois • Ours - Taylor Swift (if you want to listen to it, then go to Spotify and type "First on w*****d" you will get it) *** Please keep in mind that this book is the first thing I wrote before I started embarking on journey of being a writer. I have no background or writing experiences or courses done on creative writing so please excuse my newbie mistakes and

Chapter Sixteen. Back to Black. Toxic: very harmful or unpleasant in a pervasive or insidious way. Regret: a feeling of sadness, repentance or disappointment over an occurrence or something that one has done or failed to do. Elliott didn’t know what she was doing anymore. She was lost and it was showing. She kept getting stares as she stood stoically in the middle of the cosmetics aisle of the supermarket, her dull eyes fixed on a box of Trojan extra large condoms.

He asked. "Madness?" Alex asked and gave a small laugh. Jumping down from the desk to the floor, landing on his feet. "Oh, this isn't madness Ross, this is the revolution." Ross rolled his eyes and laughed. "The revolution," Ross muttered shaking his head. "Are you even hearing yourself?" Suddenly an axe appeared in Ross' right hand. "This isn't a revolution Alex, but it's going to be something alright." Suddenly they weren't inside the office building anymore, but standing outside on a vast field.

I was so surprised by her action I didn't hear my pack member Sarah standing beside me. "Hello Alpha," she said to me. "Hello Sarah, how can I help you?" I asked, getting straight to the point. " Are you ready for the water dunk for the Fall festival ? A lot of people are ready to see you get wet ." She laughed and that reminded me that there's a festival coming up next Saturday and then she slightly touched my arm. And out of nowhere I heard a low ground. I looked up to see Katrina had her eyes on me and Sarah. I slightly raise my eyebrow at the questionable action of what the f*** was her problem . Then I realized what had happened , she didn't like Sarah touching me. Then out of nowhere N

I said but not before I tried to loose his new hairdo. "What are you doing?" He asked in apparent horror "Uh. I'm trying to make your hair look the way it looked before?" It came out more like a question. "Leave it. I love it and I'm going to own it" "But you might get in trouble" "No I won't because it's the freaking last day of school" I have him a skeptical look. "Nothing will go wrong Kamara, I promise, scouts honor" he held up to fingers making me remember the last time he had said that to me.

"That's what partnership means." "Exactly," Eli said. That night, we made up in the most physical way possible. But it wasn't about sex. It was about reconnection. About reestablishing the foundation underneath the conflict. And I learned something crucial: that conflict wasn't the end of intimacy. It could actually deepen it if you handled it with honesty and willingness to change.