They called her a demon.They called her the monster of road races.They just didn't know how accurate those names were...***Genesis never asked for a Gift. She'd rather have been born ungifted, if the choice had been up to her. But it wasn't.Cursed with violet eyes, abandoned at the side of the road as a child before finally being taken in by the church... now she owes them everything, and she's sworn to repay the ones who saved her-from her misery of a life and her own demons too. So when the children she looks after for that same church start disappearing, she knows the time has come. She'll save them even if it means using the so-called Gift she's kept hidden for years.She was ready for the world to find out.She just wasn't ready for him... her mate... because he's got demons of his own, hovering around him...And she's one of them.(Book Three in the Alphas of Blagmoor Series. Can be read as a standalone novel.)
Win Metawin is a successful museum curator in Manila. His life is going smoothly, until he opens an old chest that contains the love-story of an American soldier and a Japanese spy._____Hello! My name is name is Gelo and you can find me also on twitter. My username is vacchiewin
Narrator smurf is reading a story about a smurf, a very special smurf. This smurf was known as the "prophecy smurf". No smurf knew much about the smurf, all that they knew was that the smurf was created by the Crystal of life in the forest and he would be the savior to the smurfs. "Quit reading, guy's, we need to set up for the party, The Prophecy smurfs day is today " says Smurfette setting buns on the table. " Smurfette, what do you think of the prophecy smurf will be like? Are guy or a girl? " said Vexy being curious of the smurfs history " No smurf knows that's the reason why we celebrate Prophecy Smurf day to welcome the smurf." "Hackus" shouted Vexy "don't eat the buns or the table". The smurfs laughed and continued the preparations. But back in the world of Patrick and Grace Winslow, Blue is in his own world thinking about his birthday party. Patrick is unsure to let Blue plan the party by himself and wants to do it for him. Grace understanding him says that he will be fine
There is no life without death and there could be no Curator without her who replenished both his repository and a fairly important part of his thoughts.Whereas the Curator was the guardian of any story ever written, Livvy Valadi was the guardian of any event that had yet to be told; just like him, she didn't remember for how long she had been fulfilling her task or if someone else had been fulfilling it before she had. She only knew that she travelled almost more than he did in order to obtain fresh material for him and to what extent it kept her busy: she was a tireless explorer, an adventurer, even an archeologist or anthropologist time granting. However, in between her trips she always found an opportunity to pay a visit to her colleague.Today the Curator was actually expecting her.
I was lost, trapped in the darkness, but I was not broken. I have always carried the fire within me, and now it is time for that fire to be unleashed. They may have thought they had won, but they underestimated me. They did not know the power that I possess. And now, I will rise up and take back what is mine.I never thought I'd be joining my senior year at a different school-a school that looks like it's for the rich and preppy kids-and that too, as an orphan.I also never thought that I'd be fighting for more than just my place in the school; I'd be fighting for my life too.And I definitely never thought that I'd be falling for the guy I'm not supposed to fall for. No matter how much of an asshole he is. Oh, and let's not forget starting over in a town where everyone seems to know everything about everyone, especially me. I may be questioning everything I thought I knew. But that's going to change. Let the game begin, bitches.
He's a museum curator with a fetish for perfection. No one's ever gotten close to him; how could they? They're never as perfect as the portraits, the sculptures, the art that never changes. Then one day, an assistant is hired on - a young, messy, disorganized assistant, whose hair and desk are in a constant state of disarray. The curator is going half mad with this walking embodiment of chaos; so why can't he stand the thought of firing her?
Atsumu and Sakusa met on a chatroom under the names "V0lleyb@ll7" (Atsumu) and "SpikedPunch10" (Sakusa). Sakusa falls for the mystery boy "V0lleyb@ll7" unaware that it is Atsumu Miya, the annoying yellow-haired twin. While on the contrary Atsumu falls for Sakusa Kiyoomi not knowing that he is also "SpikedPunch10". Sakusa has problems coming to terms with his sexuality. Will they navigate their way to each other or will this love story end in a tragedy?
The Curator takes a journey to visit a place full of memories.
People. Society. Love. And goodbyes. A collection of poems and short descriptions about the musings and thoughts that run deep into the little things in life often ignored, along with some strong emotions felt but unexpressed.
With the death of your mother at birth, you never knew your mother, but only stories from your father. Your father however runned the Mafia, and the kids at your school was always afraid to talk to you. However, you seemed like an innocent child however. That was until you found out what your father really did....