"Do you honestly still wish to stay here, Chrys?"How dare he expect me to answer this? I could barely think. The chilling air outside blew through the broken window, biting at the holes in my jeans. My whole body was shaking from from the gusts of wind forcing their way in through the small cracks throughout the wooden walls. My hair whipped in all different directions, obscuring my vision. I frustratingly ran my hand across my face where I then noticed my cheeks were soaked with tears I hadn't noticed I'd let go of.The goosebumps on my forearm rose to mountains as he placed his hand there, trying to convince me to leave my life, everything I've ever known, everything that had apparently all been a lie, a deceitful plan that only I wasn't aware of. "Chrys, there is nothing for you here. Once you're 18, they will find out about you. They will kill you and your grandmother. She's a good woman and she'll die before she let's you go but even she can't avoid the law. If we don't leave, you'll be killed, your grandmother will have been murdered for keeping you hidden this long and she would have died for nothing. She doesn't deserve that and neither do you."I looked anywhere but his face. Anywhere but those convincing dark eyes of his that make you fall into them without a care. I couldn't let my grandmother die, not after all she'd done for me.I felt my heartbeat in my stomach as I reached forward, grabbing the pocket knife in his extended palm. I looked down at it in my hands, turning it at different angles. I squeezed it in my fist, feeling every crevice and crease mold into my hand before placing it in my back pocket, looking back up at him."Let's go then."
A história que nós conhecemos.Tantas personagens consideradas por todos os livros como importantíssimos.Mas e se, algum dia, descobríssemos que a verdade não é só isto.Que nos enganamos.Que existem outros, que existem pessoas que agiram mas que não tiveram destaque tanto quanto outros?E se todas as histórias de todas estas pessoas estivessem reunidas em uma única obra conhecida como "A verdadeira História da história".Meu caro amigo, não posso calcular exatamente quando irá ocorrer tal coisa, mas lhe garanto : Em breve... Lhes apresento com muito orgulho, a maior obra literária já inventada por mim( e também a única até agora): "A VERDADEIRA HISTÓRIA DA HISTÓRIA"
Katara, princess of the southern water tribe has been kept alone in her castle, not allowed to leave, or see anyone other than her family. When she meets a strange airbender sitting on her balcony one night, things start to change quickly. As Aang shows her that there's more to life than royal dinners and formal appearances, will she decide to leave her royal duties behind for him? Or will her father's overprotectiveness stop the young couple from being with eachother... AgesAang: 17Katara: 17Sokka: 19My first fanfiction.. please don't be too harsh!!!
When you and your crush plan on an evening together, you don't expect a blizzard to snow you in. Now, trapped in the house, you have almost nothing to do except enjoy each other's company.
"For the first time in the history of Spider-Man, our friendly neighborhood hero is unmasked and no longer able to separate his normal life from the high-stakes of being a Super Hero. When he asks for help from Doctor Strange the stakes become even more dangerous, forcing him to discover what it truly means to be Spider-Man."**This is fan-fiction and is not meant to be taken seriously. There may be more than one loophole in the story and readers are advised to neglect them**
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