She's Novels & Stories

When she entered through the doorway, the scene shifted. She was no longer in the castle but outside, to where she saw two women speaking. One seem to be glowing, and floating before the woman who was dressed in a uniform, bleeding and holding onto her side. Hayley knew instantly that it was the moon goddess, but she didn't know who the other woman was. "Please, I don't know who you are. But I beg you to save me, spear my life."

He didn't fail to notice tears escaping her eyes. Stella have been raised up as a princess by her family. She haven't seen a wound bigger than Devon's. She's sensitive and emotional but she never let anyone to know about it by masking it with her bitchy attitude. Being sensitive and emotional is treated as being weak nowadays. Once she got her finger cut while chopping vegetables and she cried over it for a day and swore she would never ever use knife. That's how much sensitive she is.

she asked. " change what you can this time Shaina," he said before he pushed her and she fall down. " save me! " she cried for a second before she remembered she was already dead. She fall down with the thud sound on the floor and looked where she reached. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X

𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 she can't help the feelings and deaire 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗� �� 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 to go f*ck another woman at home.

She’s really treating me like her personal fucking puppy. I can’t believe I’m doing this shit. But what’s worse is that with all the fuckery I’m in right now, the most insane shit about this whole thing is not that I am on my knees and following orders like a dog, no—the craziest thing is the woman in front of me. She just looks so much like Ella. Like a ghost but not quite like one—an entirely different person with the face of the woman I… No, she’s not Ella. Ella would never do something like this to me.

“Yeah, but I won the man. You didn't.” “Want to bet?” She smiled, leaning on a table. I didn’t answer. “Are you scared?” She mocked, tucking a strain of hair behind her ears. “Well, you should be and that's because you’re doomed to fail,” she said flatly. “I will crush you in the war.” “I have Kai,” I said simply. “And that’s more than enough to fight you.” She laughed. Cold and hollow. “Yes, you have Kai but he’s the only one you do have.”

She yelled, "I am trash, I don't deserve to live! I deserve to die, I really deserve to die!" Mark panicked, hugging her tightly and saying, "Sophie, calm down, you have to calm down, you are the best woman in the world." Before this, I would feel heartbroken and go crazy if I heard this. Now, I only found them dramatic and amusing. There was something inexplicably ridiculous about all of this. Mark suddenly remembered that I was a jealous person. He looked at me with a guilty conscience, but behind it there was a pair of eyes that were distant and unwavering.

I didn’t know if he actually got down to it but I wouldn’t be surprised if she said no. She phased into a human and her dark hair fell forward, covering her breasts. Her hair was long and reached down to her hips. Her face... was like she had grown more beautiful since the last time I saw her. She approached me, dried leaves crinkling under her feet. I saw it fit to phase into a human as well. Her hair shone silver at the highlights as she came closer. Her face was as brilliant as the moon and her body was shaped like an hourglass. She was breathtaking.

‘she’ finally managed to find ‘her’ voice as ‘she’ stared at him in shock with his eyes wide in disbelief. Reiner also returned to his senses and he stared at ‘Sheinna’ who was staring at him with widened eyes. His face instantly became gloomy since ‘she’ is wearing the same expression as Shane would have when Shane was shocked. But, ‘she’ is NOT Shane. ‘she’ is not HIS Shane. Thus, he can’t help but feel angry again, as he now added something to make Sheinna overthink.

Was she upset that the seamstress spoke? “Teyana,” I called her by her name.. She makes eye contact with me for the first time since I entered, revealing a silver eye color. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen. “I am Sincere.” She lowers her head, giving me a bow before looking over at Lana. Lana stands off to the side of the overly large changing room. I could tell she was annoyed by our interaction. “Do you… like movies?” It was a lame start to a conversation, I know, but so far, this was the only thing I could work with.