روايات وقصص ضمن Tale Of Three Cities

She knew that banishing the nasty and cruel would also mean her father, but the worlds would be better off without people like him. The city was larger than any Elika had ever seen, the building reaching high into the clouds, each one having what the princess knew to be electricity. She couldn’t believe her eyes as she saw people talking into small devices she had only seen in books ... devices they called mobile phones. She had never seen them before and doubt she would again, but it was interesting to see more than a few people using something that was almost alien to her. Hell was almost exactly like the photos she had seen of earth, she assumed it was just as technically advanced, amazin

Samuel raised his hand, and a pen appeared in the air. Samuel quickly drew a triangle on the ground. "The three Nightsky Cities exist in this manner. Each city is illusory, but in reality, they are real. Once one of them was attacked, the other two cities would immediately become its backup point and quickly provide support in the form of wings. They echoed each other and helped each other.

The train sped through the darkness of the Javanese countryside, a rhythmic clatter that felt like a countdown. Dewangga sat by the window, his reflection ghostly against the glass. The city of Jakarta, with its towering monuments to greed and the smoldering ruins of the Surya empire, was already a hundred miles behind him.

"It seemed right." We walked in silence for a moment. "Tell me about your grandfather," I said. "The one who built the first community. What happened to him after it was destroyed." "He built another one," Cole said simply. I looked at him. "Smaller," he said. "Different location. Different people. It lasted six years before it was found." He paused. "He built a third one. That one lasted until he died of old age inside it surrounded by the people he had spent his life making room for."

His jaw clenched as he thought about it. “Fine,” he replied curtly. Good, he will see that she can't be just a one night thing. ___________ Logan POV Amelia was a little hesitant about me picking her up when I texted her and now I see why. She doesn't belong here, this area is full of homeless people, drugs and probably black mold. I watched as two men discreetly exchanged money for drugs, making my skin crawl. She deserves better. I pull the cigarettes out of my pocket and light it, the burn of the menthol travels through my throat, calming my anger from the fact that this beautiful woman is living somewhere dangerous.

My grandma asked. I hesitated for a while since I was ashamed to tell my grandma that I had craved three men at the same time. I decided to leave that part out and replied. "It's because all three of them showed up at my house this morning, claiming I'm their mate. I had to run away from them when they began to fight over me."

The music was so loud that I could feel my eardrum bursting. I felt a sharp pain in my head reminding me that I wasn't fully healed yet. I have no choice though, money comes first. I kept my head down, worked fast and avoided creeps. By the time my shift ended, my feet ached and my head pounded. It was already two in the morning, few cars drove on the road and even fewer people walked. The further I walked, the more empty the road became. At first I could still see two to three people walking, but then they reduced to two, one and soon the streets were empty.

A warning story about what happens when you mistake kindness for weakness and love for stupidity. The rain had stopped, and the city lights sparkled like diamonds scattered across black velvet. For the first time in three years, I was driving toward my own future instead of someone else's dream.

I tell him because we don’t want to have problems later. Two mafia families running a single city and the same businesses isn’t uncommon, but those two families living close to each other can become a problem if rivalry becomes an issue or an enemy comes for one and not the other. So as a common courtesy to them I think we need to come up with something that keeps both parties allied but completely separate from each other.

“He’s in the lower city. I can feel it.” “You’re going alone?” “I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” I heard him curse, but I didn’t stop. The lower city was a nightmare. Flames licked up the sides of wooden buildings. People ran through the streets clutching children and whatever they could carry. A few cultists who had been left behind tried to stop me. I cut them down without slowing. One of them grabbed my boot as he died. “Mercy… please…” I drove my blade through his throat. “You gave up mercy the second you followed that piece of shit.”