"History is written by the victor." Clare's story. Ace of Queens book 7
Two girls with supernatural powers,living their life for decades. They were alone,the only friend of each other,hiding themselves from the world. But they never knew that two boys will bring love in their life and change everything. Which turn their life will take?? What will happen to them?? What is their DESTINY??
about a boy who played a pokemon game called pokemon red and soon went insane after hearing an erie tone from a town in kanto called lavender town
Marinette looses all her memories of herself and Damain.Will Damain be able to bring them back?Read to get to know!
โ She is some magic, some chaos and a bit of poetry โ unknownCharlotte Jane Potter is perfectly normal. Yes, there might have been a couple of occasions involving her cousin where things didn't entirely go as planned, but we don't speak about those times. Otherwise, Charlotte was ordinary. Nothing strange ever happened to her.Well, that was until a giant of a man appeared, told her that her parents were wizards and whisked her off to a magical school in the Scottish Highlands. That's when things truly started to become bizarre.ON HOLDD. Malfoy x fem!H. PotterFollows the Harry Potter books but massively auImaginebooks ยฉ 2020
What happens when the line between friend and lover gets confused? Will it end in happily ever after or a complete disaster?Prologue:Before we start, let me just clarify, I'm not a slut. I'm not a whore. I just have a lot of guy friends. My name is Tara. Tara Jillian Sanders. I'm a sophomore in college and I have a LOT of guy friends. Not saying I have no gal friends, but most of them I met via guy friend. I have not had sex with any of my guy friends, I have not dated any of my guy friends and I have no intentions what so ever of ever even considering dating one of my guy friends. Well I mean most of them I met because they thought they'd get lucky if they hit on me, but that's in the past. Now I'm like the annoying lovable sibling they always wanted and incest is not a turn on. So no lovey dovey in the friend circle.So, once again, let me clarify again I'm not a slut. I'm not a whore. I just have a lot of guy friends.*****I published this many years ago on a website called Quizzilla. It isn't there anymore and I never completed it so I thought I might give it another go. THANKS FOR READING!!!*****
Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty."The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied."Who is your father?""Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia.""Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."