Its what it says in the title. I've mainly wrote TUp, Jazzalil and Richpez because I live for those ships but I am willing to add others ships in if requested or if I feel like it.Enjoy or dont i really dont mind what you do
- Author's Note ( must be read before you read this ) - Yes i own the oc's and yes if you want to make a book with my oc's you have to and if you want your character to be in it just tell me how they act, look, and what they like , and your OC is just another character in it and is ONLY a friend . thank you if you have read this, if you want it to be in the love part you have to convince me about it . Btw i will also try to update every day or every 2 day's if i'm busy .- ABOUT THE STORY - You always have a different dream each night of a different or a same person but as soon as they are about to say their name you only hear a small part or they get cut off because of you waking up . your life has been a living nightmare since your parent's have gotten murdered a few month's ago , you notice that one is always happy and very sensitive , one try's to be tough and scared of nothing but show's some of his true color's when he is in a good mood or bad mood , the last one is very shy and doesn't like talking to much and give's hug's every 5 minute's ( yeah , guess who that is . . . . . . ( cough cough ) you can guess but you might guess wrong , welp tha's enough spoiler's for this enjoy my 6th book! )
It have been 3 years since the conflict and devastation to the world of Pokèmon because of Yveltal; thanks to a special Pokèmon team and The Expedition Society, the world have been saved and peace have been restored to everyone in the planet. Years have passes since then and the world have lived in tranquility. But that peace is now in peril as a long lost and unknown threat is secertly awaits it's revival. As it waits for that time to come, it releases a dark and tainted aura in the world that can possessed and turn unexpected Pokèmon into darker and corrupt forms of themselves as they would attack anyone and taint others with their dark aura. It has been prophesize that a human would appear in a form of a Pokemon to save their world from this treachery. But as our prophesize hero enter the world of Pokèmon, it seems that even prophecy can be turned by a string of fate...Hello, it is going to be my very first story and I'm still thinking about detail, story making and actually making a story.... so please bare with me and I'll do what I can to make the story unique and satisfying for the reader.Special Thanks- These are the people that help me with my story by contributing ideas, supporting me and gave ideas for for new species. And I truly thank these people.@Blueselot- He was the one that introduce me to the site and motivate me to make a story with my imagination. AG- A friend for wish to be addressed with this name. A supporter and my Co-writer to the book . He gave the idea for parts of the story.@Pokèmon- Nintendo/Creatures Inc./Game Freak Inc.
imagen living with 100s os skeletons half them evil af and half good, and all of them fall in love with you and you have to chose which one would it be
a new student arrives!!!
'We still had hope, didn't we? I could still save him...right?'Time is running out and with Alistar on the move, Sam has to make a choice: save Dean...or the entire world. But are either options actually possible?
The past me wouldn't recognize my present form looking back in the mirror. The future me won't know me as I am now and who I have been. For the first time in my life, I am okay with that. I am okay with being a little off-kilter, a little broken. Not knowing which turn to take on the road less traveled. Everything in my life-- no matter what it is -- a lovely longing. A reminder. A lesson. A piece of me. This is my coming-of-age poetry chapbook collection: 30 pages for 30 years. Step inside my journey into self-discovery, heartache, true love and insecurities.
Aquela era mais uma daquelas noites, quando a insônia fazia tormenta, quando a dor fazia-o chorar de modo silencioso e discreto, mas de forma constante, molhando o lençol que o cobria na cama, estando sentado olhando para o quadro pintado de sua família falecida. [TrevoCard / Trevor Belmont x Adrian Fahrenheit Ţepeş]