Jing He, crown prince of the Nine Heavens, has to descend to the mortal realm to weather a human life full of vicissitudes. Each event carefully crafted by the Fate's Scribe, nothing should go wrong. Just that Qiu Ling, king of the dragon race, follows him. Incapable of watching his lover's suffering he intervenes and plunges the carefully scripted plot into chaos, resulting in a fate that none of them ever intended.A slightly humorous cultivation novel with a handsome yandere dragon, a god ready to quit his job by chapter 3 and a god-turned-mortal, who is still blissfully unaware of everything. Well, that's just how fate is.
Goodbyes aren't forever unless someone stops saying hello.With every problem, there comes a solution. For Elliot Grey, the solution to dealing with her hectic college lifestyle and a long-distance relationship is to wage a game with the once notorious Archer West. The rules are simple and the game is foolproof, the first to fall out of love wins.
If you pause your daily activities for just a moment, you can hear the wind's whispers. It tells tales of lands far away and of lands that existed long ago. Will you rest your busy hands so you can be taken to a place beyond your imagination? A place dark and mysterious, but also full of light? Or will you walk on and ignore your chance at diving into the mind of another? It is your choice, my friend. Welcome to my book of short stories. Copyright 2020All rights reservedPieces of this work may only be displayed or distributed by the following: the author (me) and wattpad associated profiles. Any copying or reproducing of this product is against the law. Thank you for your cooperation.
MJJ Imagine No. 11An imagine that was difficult to write and made me very emotional while writing it. It stems from my anger toward AEG brought to light but the unlawful death trial against them by Katherine and Michael's children.
A compilation of the funniest/cleverest insults, jokes and stories I could find.
◦•●◉✿ "𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥-" "𝐈𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬."✿◉●•◦★·.·'¯'·.·★ 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ★·.·'¯'·.·★Thanks to @-grandesmal For the cover
He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.
An entry to @beautifultragedies Summer Contest 2016I knew he might be the one...I thought he is...But I'm wrong...ALL RIGHTS RESERVED© ARBE BITBIT 2016
There are cities where rain, grief, and love all coexist.. . .Ezra Banks' stays in towns across the continental United States always seem to have a short shelf life, his stays never exceeding three months. It would seem apparent that he has commitment issues and wishes to never settle down, but it's not that, he's just searching for home.The sleepless town of Seattle (and a spontaneous waitress) perhaps being the home he's been longing for since childhood.