My friend made me do this but, enjoy.... Please dont go to @isaacjeongg's tiktok and tell him bout this
I cope.I endure.I feel.I live. I still am.therefore I write.Another set of less time-dedicated prose and poem book I am working on.🌷
Ten years ago Ayame an her brother's house was stormed by vampire hunters. Accusing her brother of being a level E vampire an killed him. Later that night a woman with silver hair came an blamed her for hers brother's death an bitten her. An said "you'll will never forget get the day I changed you life forever" an left, through the cold snow night she walked a spotted a boy with silver hair an he was also bitten an as they saw each other he promised to always protect her an vanished. Now about to attend Cross Academy what do her life have in store for her now... I DO NOT OWN ANY VK STUFF ONLY AYAME AN OTHER PEOPLE!!
𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥.
Here's a non fictional book about my life. There's different sad and tragic stories to tell from my past that led me to being the person i am today
A Titan in the Primodial Era. A creature so displaced of time yet so familiar to the natives of this world?Time will tell. Whether it would be sooner or later.The Titans were praised to be ascendent and near perfect creatures with their ever facsinating biology of themselves. To have blood, bones, flesh, and organs with the right ingrediants can grant them the greatest of exilers to objects capable of making a portal between worlds.But to the young titan the world or the universe itself was giving the middle finger throughout his life.It was unfortunate of them to be born in this time of wars. This is no safe place to raise the Young Titans. The Elders.. Damm them they literally dipped them with the all the other Titan eggs.The Elders knew of this and thought a portal to a whole new unknown world. Would be a much safer place.*2nd Book I got bored I am somewhat planning to halt my other books & Ideas that I am procastinating to finish. 😭😭😭
Every day on his way home he always saw her sitting there talking with the other marching band tubas, but he always knew she was longing for more, she was longing for the sweet sound of love.(Still a work in progress, new parts will be released every now and then, so check back often) Co-Written by, Thespartanwolf
If only you had listened to him and stayed behind, maybe things would have turned out different.