She had it all, but lacked one thing. Or so she thought. She was free, but thought she wasn't. Zenith took matters into her own hands...would she survive? Only time, and time alone, would tell.
"Frisk, who are you talking to?" Sans asked. "(Y/N)." Frisk replied. "Is she some imaginary friend?" Sans asked again. "I assure you Sans. (Y/N) is very real." Frisk replied. "Believe what you want kid." Sans said as he left the room. Frisk sighed and looked to the (F/C) mist. (Y/N) nodded sadly. Only Asriel and Frisk could see her.When would it change?
I am 15 years old, I go out with Tristan Dugray and I am writing letters to all the people in Stars Hollow. Flip through my letters and see what I have to say to your favourite character.
𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎oc x carlos sainzest. june 2023
I have never had many good memories, the best I can remember was when i was 3 and my parents were sat with me By the seaside, laughing and having fun. It all changed when I got bitten by a beast of a man, his name was Fenrir Greyback.
Vivant dans le seuil de la pauvreté - Mais avec des goûts du luxe Sherlla tombe dans un piège en compromettant le vrai amour. La trahison compte t-elle même si c'était par obligation? En final d'être responsable de ses actions. L'histoire va être centré sur Sherlla, et son entourage autours.
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In the heart of Pune, where the city's rhythm met the soft notes of romance, there existed a haven named 'Whispers.' This enchanting café cradled the dreams of storytellers, and on this particular evening, destiny wove a tale that would echo through the corridors of time.Krishnai, a weaver of emotions with the magic of her words, stood at the threshold of 'Whispers.' In the audience, Mihir, a kindred spirit in the realm of narratives, found himself drawn to the promise of her tales. As Krishnai's stories unfurled like petals in the gentle breeze, a silent connection stirred, laying the foundation for a love story that would defy the ordinary.The ambiance, adorned with the warm glow of string lights, mirrored the subtle spark that ignited between them. In that intimate space, Krishnai's stories and Mihir's presence collided, setting the stage for a romance that would blossom across the chapters of their intertwined lives. Little did they know, their hearts had already begun a dialogue that would echo through the city's streets and the recesses of their souls.