Cassi Lunkorc. A fifteen year old Soldier attending an army based institution, in charge of helping to keep a check on a group of cadets. But what would happen when she realizes that three cadets she knew before she was adopted? And one of those, was her brother? No one can know, not even him.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~COMPLETED There is no ship in this fic ~ sorry
The world is at war. The Rebels are fighting against the regions; and once the rebel leader takes the form of a minister, the rebels seem to gain the upper hand. In the Midnight Region, young queen Pierra slowly explores the dark secrets of the regions.Note: this is description is trash and will go through revisions soon.
PARA MI, SU HISTORIA ES LA MEJOR DEFINICIÓN QUE PUEDA RECIBIR ESE CONCEPTO ABSTRACTO---EL AMOR (Desde el más absoluto respeto y la mayor de las admiraciones a las que han sido inspiración de esta historia)
Es gibt Menschen, die glauben an den Himmel. Und es gibt Menschen, die daran glauben, dass man nach dem Tod die Lebenden noch beobachten kann. Ich habe nie an derartiges geglaubt. Doch nun weiß ich es besser... Mein Name ist Hyuga. Vorname Hina. Ich war 14 Jahre alt, als ich ermordet wurde. Es geschah 26 Jahre vor der heutigen Zeitrechnung in Konohagakure... Ich hätte nie gedacht das sich dort jemand meinen Tod wünschte... ___________________________________________________________ Diese Geschichte habe ich ca. 2012/2013 geschrieben und werde sie(bis auf Rechtschreib- & Grammatikfehler) NICHT mehr ändern.Sie entspricht im großen und ganzen dem Film "In meinem Himmel", den ich nur empfehlen kann, in anderem Setting.
Hey! My name is Siobhan (Shi- von). I'm your average teenage girl: In high school, gets off the handle sometimes and has an occasional attitude. (Okay... let's be honest here.. I do have an attitude.) But, one of my favourite people, is God! I LOVE God! My life is in Gods hands. He shaped me in the womb and I am made in the image of Him! 🙏 I know for many of us, we haven't seen Him working, we haven't seen miracles, we haven't heard God speak to us, therefore we think He isn't real. But, He is still there, loving you, even when you don't believe in Him. You might think, but I did xyz therefore He hates me. In 1 John 3:1: How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called the children of God, and that is what we are! You are a child of God whether you believe in Him or not! Read my story to find out why I'm not ashamed of my Christianity and it might help you to get a better understanding of our God, the one who made heaven and Earth and the mountains!
Idk what to do so here we are. I am a new writer and this is my first story of FleetExe. I will probably not write more than 500 words, if i di pass that line mark, that means you got lucky. Also, credits to FinestReich for giving me some inspiration on how to write this story! Also if you dont like it, dont complain about it, just dont read it at all! Warning ⚠️: P U R E C R I N G E, ʟ ᴇ ᴍ ᴏ ɴ / s ᴍ ᴜ ᴛ
Excerpt from "Blood on Ice" book one of "The Ancients Saga":"Who are you!" Killian shouted to the silhouettes moving threateningly towards him. "1, 2, 3... 7 people" Killian murmured to himself finding the fletching's of his knocked arrow. One of the figures got close enough for Killian to make out their features. A light skinned man covered head to toe in furs and with a Sabre on his side, still sheathed much to Killian's delight. "I won't ask again, who are you? Friend or Foe?" Killian yelled to the man as he drew his bow back and aimed it at the man. After a moment the man moved. "Could they be Siber?" was the thought that kept coming to the front of Killian's mind. Putting a single finger to his lips the man smiled and faded back into the blizzard, disappearing from view laughing. Or at least Killian thought he was laughing; he wouldn't be able to hear it even if the man was. After a moment the other members of the group started fading in and out of the blizzard. They were a well-trained group, silent and lethal, their eyes gleaming with an unnatural intensity.
Have you ever wondered what would happen if Izuku had his own Key-blade? Well I am here to write my interpretation on what might happen. Ps I am mostly writing this for fun.I don't own any photos
After a year of regaining his kindness, Jisung was let out of the hospital as he was accepted into his family once again. This time, Jisung learns multiple things about himself that aren't corrupted by his father's pride. He even learns what 'love' is. However, odd situations started to occur as he has one question left for himself to figure out. Who is he?