Euphemia Winters has the life she's always wanted, A gorgeous boyfriend, best friends, college in the fall, and a great new apartment. But, something isn't right in her field of dreams will she work through it or will something or someone better come along?
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DISCLAIMERI ofc do not own Ranboo or anything other than the story itself and the plot. If Ranboo wants me to remove this fic from the face of the earth then I will do so immediately!!⚠️ WARNING ⚠️This book contains;- Anxiety- talking about death in ch. 1 - THIS IS A MALE READER FANFIC AND IF YOU DONT WANT THAT THEN EITHER PRETEND ITD FEM OR LEAVE!!
A prequel story about the young woman who'd some day become the Obscurist Magnus: Keria Morning ... and mother to Scholar Christopher Wolfe. Keria's world is the Iron Tower, though she longs to fly beyond those walls and away from the hothouse intrigues of all those trapped with her. But her world is about to be turned upside down by the arrival of a new, unwilling Obscurist.Set in the world of The Great Library.
A Child of Light reflects on how they got to where they are.(Cover art by me!!)
Her father has just died, and she along with everyone else are reeling from the shock. After moving so much, she's finally put into this house, far away from everyone. Will she heal, or lose herself to the pain?Fair warning, I am not someone with DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder,) meaning I will be doing as much research as possible to try and accurately portray the main characters. If I manege to get something wrong, please let me know! I enjoy constructive criticism, seeing as it will help me grow as a writer.
Ahí estaba mirándola como si la viera por primera vez... El corazón me latía a mil por horas, me sudaban las manos y sentía que se me iba la voz... No sabía que hacer, después de su número con Sia seguía yo pero no podía luchar contra lo que estaba experimentando por primera vez en mi vida... De repente quise subir al escenario ya... Quería subir al escenario y besarla... Quería que me dijera que sí... Ella era la chica con la que había soñado por mucho tiempo. No sabía qué iba a pasar después de esa noche pero de algo estaba muy seguro, ella sería mi novia y aunque el idioma y la distancia nos separara, no iba a descansar hasta que fuera mi chica... Esta historia es original, nació de mi cabeza, se prohíbe copiar o adaptar!! Respete la creatividad de los demás si quiere que la suya también sea respetada!!