Gusar tak ayal mengacaukan apa yang sebenarnya perempuan itu rasakan dan apa yang ingin dia dapatkan, hanya satu : kejelasan jawabannya!
This is my first ever story so please leave nice and helpful criticism. It's about the perfect first date.
***All Credits To Elizabeth Gaskell***When her father leaves the Church in a crisis of conscience, Margaret Hale is uprooted from her comfortable home in Hampshire to move with her family to the north of England. Initially repulsed by the ugliness of her new surroundings in the industrial town of Milton, Margaret becomes aware of the poverty and suffering of the local mill workers and develops a passionate sense of social justice. This is intensified by her tempestuous relationship with the mill-owner and self-made man, John Thornton, as their fierce opposition over his treatment of his employees masks a deeper attraction.In North and South, Elizabeth Gaskell skillfully fuses individual feeling with social concern, and in Margaret Hale creates one of the most original heroines of Victorian literature.
Kim Taehyung was living a normal life until some tragedy occurs. Now he is forced to move to Seoul from Daegu with his brother. Where life takes many turns after he lays his eyes on a certain bad guy.
Rajat was a 5 year orphan, who then adopted by his aunt ( mother's sister) after his parents death. After 18 years later he Became a young and mature boy. In his younghood he fall in love with a 22 years girl named Kiran. But at the same rajat met with a tragic accident which later introduced him to his relatives, his paternal uncle and his cunning wife. His cunning aunt inflame raju against his adopted parents by saying that they are not his parents and they kill raju's mother and father. Let's read more about this story to know the truth, what happened to rajat's parents?? . will raju believe in her words, Or he support his family.
When the days are coldAnd the cards all foldAnd the saints we seeAre all made of goldWhen your dreams all failAnd the ones we hailAre the worst of allAnd the blood's run staleI wanna hide the truthI wanna shelter youBut with the beast insideThere's nowhere we can hideNo matter what we breedWe still are made of greedThis is my kingdom comeThis is my kingdom comeWhen you feel my heatLook into my eyesIt's where my demons hideIt's where my demons hideDon't get too closeIt's dark insideIt's where my demons hideIt's where my demons hideAt the curtain's callIt's the last of allWhen the lights fade outAll the sinners crawlSo they dug your graveAnd the masqueradeWill come calling outAt the mess you madeDon't wanna let you downBut I am hell boundThough this is all for youDon't wanna hide the truthNo matter what we breedWe still are made of greedThis is my kingdom comeThis is my kingdom comeWhen you feel my heatLook into my eyesIt's where my demo
"Love always brings you back together with the person you're meant to be with. At least I hope it does. If we're meant to be together, then we'll be together"Gushy soft harry love story about 2 students who fall fast and hard for each other.
Sakura Haruno was always different then the rest of the average children...She was born a prodigy, truly she was a genius since at the age of 7 and a half months she began to walk on her two feet, at the age of 12 months she said her first word "Orange Lily"....when she was 17 months old she began to say full on sentences. Her parent were both shinobi and they lived in the outskirts of the land of fire a good hour or two away from the "Hidden village in the leaf" otherwise know as Konoha, her village was nameless but many called it the "bloodbath zone" since many high level rouge shinobi stayed there either just to go the the bar and stay the night or kill some of the villagers, in total about less then 300 people lived there and about 20 of these people were shinobi. Every single day there were fights to the death and there was no one to stop these people there used to be but now they lay 7 feet under. Our poor Sakura grow in that place that she called home and she loved it there.... for she was broken and empty maybe even a bit insane after all she had a voice in her head . But one faithful night the village crumbled down and everyone died, everyone but one child , she sat there on the mountain of bodys with her clothes stained blood red and a grin on her face, with a thorn less rose in her hand also stained a dark scarlet colour. #Non Massacre.
I am still determining in what ways to rebel. Do I follow my best friend to Harvard? Do I follow my dreams? Should I leave everything behind? Should I run away? I like that idea best.
If you read this you'll have to deal with everything that makes me, me. And I do not recommend you that.