DISCLAIMER!!!!!!This book is probably very bad! Who am I kidding? there's no probably, it's very bad. There are probably some things that don't make sense or don't add up, and the writing in the first chapters (or all) is bad.I know I have improved but this was just a warning, so I don't get cussed out in the comments. Lol, jk. I wrote this when I was younger (I hated editing) so there are a lot of mistakes with capitalizing, punctuation, sentence structure etc.Read at your own risk. You were warned.************Excerpt. The pounding of my head could be heard from a mile away. I closed my eyes tightly and tried not to focus on the pain. I was becoming irritated by both the headache and the stupid chains. I opened my eyes and looked over at my sister, she was sleeping with her head hanging low. I looked away from her and pulled on the chains, ignoring the migraine I'm pretty sure I have. This is just pure cruelty, I really prefered staying in the room. I looked around the room, for what felt like the millionth time within this hour.I took a deep and long breath before I just let my hands hang to the sides of my head in the chains. My breathing slowed and I closed my eyes.When I opened my eyes a while after I noticed that someone was in the room. "What are you doing in here?" I asked.~~~~~~~~Highest Rank #1 in General Fiction.New cover made by @lexusloveangels. Thanks again, I love it.
A group of kids are put up to the test to see if they hold great value going to 'Green Meadows Academy', after all being given into trouble using their powers outside of school. Before the school's able to make their final decision on whether or not to expel the children, the kids are forced to use their powers for good, potentially saving everyone's lives in the village.
Mikey was only looking for some new decorations for his snazzy totally awesome looking room! a few zombie paintings here and there... a few spooky stuff to put a sparkle in it! that's all! until he bumped into someone unexpected, someone who caught his eye... someone just so cool and overall, someone who looks like a perfect friend. Maybe even more than a friend..? but how will his brothers react? how many secrets does this one mutant hold? (COVER IS MY ART!!)(So i usually don't write a lot.. so feel free to bully my 5 year old writing skills loll also please ignore any incorrect spelling)
Miracles and Magic tells the story of different variety of characters through the protogonist, Izza Khalid. A story which prioritize family, friends and the creator of galaxies than love.
Pollyanna's adjustment to her surroundings is determined by "The Glad Game", which has one simple rule- to find a reason to be glad in every situation. *This story belongs to Eleanor H. Porter. I don't own anything.
Diffrent things that can and will happen i will make write if its cannon or not
The Indian Institute of Forest Management is a sectoral management institute, which constantly endeavors to evolve knowledge useful for the managers in the area of Forest, Environment and Natural Resources Management and allied sectors. It disseminates such knowledge in ways that promote its application by individuals and organizations.
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