Novel & Cerita Rewrite This

It wasn’t Idris this time and not the beta. It was an old woman with grey hair. "Why haven't you bathed yet?", She questioned while taking in my appearance. I didn't bother responding to her, I just stared at her in my weak eyelids. "I don't like repeating myself, go and bathe", "Damn! Why did the moon goddess choose a human to our luna this time?!". The old woman’s words echoed in my head, but I barely had the strength to process them. Luna? Did she just call me their Luna?

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

Cassie was also impressed with the small program she had written that searched for certain key phrases that made the search slightly faster. Of course, he did the same method with different key phrases to ensure they had a wide net out, but the fact that she had managed to write it without actually seeing what she was writing was astounding to everyone present. Between the two of them they had managed to find all the buildings registered in Balor’s name and aliases; all of which had been confiscated for random and illegal reasons. They would work on finding the original owners and return the properties to them. But first they had to screen the packs on the list of volunteers to be sure the

I hate myself for getting into this situation. Suddenly, the room goes dark as my eyes slowly close, and I enter into the longest sleep of my life. Blacking out at a party? Way to go, Lace. February 4th, 2017 Strangely, I awake to my dorm, and everything seems normal. My lazy roommate looks just that, sprawled across her twin bed, the usual pile of dirty laundry rests in the corner, and books surround my bed. Last night comes back in flashes, and I feel like I'm going to throw up... it was not a dream. In a blind rage, I snap open my computer, and make a beeline to Twitter. 90 minutes later, I had rewritten my creative writing essay onto a Twitter post, however in less than 300 words, and us

Olive–my friend–did that. Mulberry was right. She gave the entire Ivory Court fae hope. She gave me hope, too. The Obsidian Court could be made vulnerable. The only downside was that it took a sacrifice of that magnitude. Replicating that would be incredibly difficult; it could only be done naturally, not planned or forced. Josh’s hand in mine felt right, and we all walked in silence, apart from Spidey and his occasional unsettling noises. It was going to take some time to get used to being followed by a giant spider, but I was surprised at how natural it was beginning to feel already.

To them I don't exist. "Will you at least take pictures and send them to me?" "No." "No?" "Mia, this is going to be a formal meet up. I can't be there taking selfies like an I*******m model." Now that we won the company. We have to write another report with our plans for the account. Jake and I have been up for hours working on it and we're finally satisfied with the end result. It's now almost midnight and we're sitting with our fourth bottle of wine.

"You? The priestess selection?" "Yes." I nodded. "Thank you for saving me that day." Kane's expression softened slightly. "You look much better than you did then." It was true. These three months of peaceful living had helped me rediscover myself. I was no longer that humble, eager-to-please Luna, but an independent werewolf about to become a Moon Goddess priestess. "Your injuries..." Kane asked with concern. "Already healed." I touched my chest lightly. "The Moon Goddess' power has self-healing properties."

“spill it.“ I tried sounding as flat as I could so she wouldn't play games. “The thing is...“ she began, adjusting her chair closer to mine.“When I got picked last year, Mrs. Nora Williams had also offered me a job as a maid in her house. But I'd gotten expelled after a week in Greygott high. She'd said it was okay for me to keep my job but I was broken to stick around much longer. When I was leaving, she told me I was free to come back anytime for the job or I could bring a replacement of my choice. “Okay...?“ I drawled, not getting where this talk was leading us to. “Don't you get it?“ “As a matter of fact, I don't.“ “You could go as my replacement!“ she squealed delightedly. I was too sho

Knight, who's looking directly at Franziene, didn't notice the person's reaction and expression towards him. The number of participants was reduced by one even though the exam will resume tomorrow. How did this happen? ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~

“But what about you? How did you go on without me?” “I grew up.” “But you never had a mother.” I smiled gently and said, “I have one now.” I had come back in time to help my mother get rid of those terrible people. If she could just keep living, that would be enough for me. The next morning, she started looking for work in Amity City. She had studied accounting in college. Finding a job in a small city was not difficult, but the salary and benefits were far worse than what she had in Harbor City.