"Don't look away from me," He moved closer.And she couldn't.Kireyi herself was like the water, if he pushed she would pull, he learned that if he wanted to be closer to her he needed to see how she reacted to his own "movements" just as if he was swimming through the water. He was slowly learning how the girl acted and wanted to keep learning.(Any scenes and characters are credited to james cameron the creator)THIS IS MY REWRITTEN (BETTER) VERSION LOL I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY
Beware: cringe.Trigger warnings: mentions of SH and just some stuffThis book or whatever the fuck you call it,Is just how my personal writing journal thingy.Vents, rants and shit like that.A lot of trigger warningsRead if you want, I don't care
And so my heart bleeds unto the paper, telling my stories in bloody stains. ●Everything is better expressed in poetry!●A compilation of poems written by yours truly.
CREDITS TO ENA FOR ALL OF THE DRAWINGS!!!!!!!! go harass her at her social media which isfacebook: biscuitsfootslaveive actually been shipping ena and squilliam since 1974, so i consider myself an OG shipper. please do not steal my story concept because its COMPLETELY original. (for wattpad reasons this is a joke) ive been preparing for this story for about like 8 years please do not copy me thank you./
⚠️READ DESCRIPTION⚠️miraculous!you would need to have watched season 1-3 to understand.and in part 4, there's literally a whole verse-ish of 'my ordinary life (the song)' so yeah.
Summary in the first chapter.NOT MINE.MTL (no editing).NO VOTING.http://www.fuxsb.com/xiandai/22160.html
Ella Buckley had everything she could have ever wanted. A husband who loved her with his whole heart and a career as an LAFD paramedic. However, things like that don't always last. It was supposed to be a routine welfare check however things went wrong. After a sniper left Ella fighting for her life it was up to her husband Buck and the rest of the 118 to help her through. PLEASE NOTE it is important to read the previous book as I will be referencing events from that book.
Mia precisava de um lugar para ficar, quando finalmente achou, tinha um problema, teria que dividir seu apartamento com o garoto de dreads loiros, aquilo já estava corroendo a loira por dentro, até uma aposta de quem cederia primeiro, que os jogos comecem, e nenhum deles parecia dispostos a perder.-Já te avisei, Hoffman, eu vou ganhar, não importa oque você faça.-O garoto se aproxima da loira que mantinha seus olhos em sua direção, aqueles malditos olhos que o de dreads tanto gostava.-Você parece bem convencido para quem está prestes a perder.-A garota retruca com um sorriso no rosto, puxando ele, seus corpos se chocam ficando completamente grudados.Tom já não tinha tanta certeza se iria conseguir se segurar perto da garota