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yup you heard me, I'm making a twst oneshot. UwU~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pls read the rules before requesting, it will make my life easier. literally.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I don't own Twisted Wonderland or the characters in it, they all belong the the one and only.... drum roll please....Yana Taboso. she made and designed the characters. she was the one who drew everything and wrote the script.(I think she wrote the script)
Discussing what the new objective-based mode, called Payload, is all about in Call of Duty Warzone. The game is a feast for the gamers, for the squad to bond together and the gamers to enhance and utilize their strategical minds and gaming skills. https://bit.ly/37mDKcC
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All Mark Mackinnon ever wanted was to be Wayne Gretzky, and if he couldn't be Wayne Gretzky, then he supposed he'd just settle for making the NHL. He did everything the way he was supposed to, he played peewee, skated on the pond in his hometown, he played in the junior leagues and when he was 18 he was draftes to play for the Toronto Marlies. He was going to make it. And nothing was going to stop him, nor distract him.Eric Abott was the best, everyone said so. He was #1 coming into the draft, #1 out of university, he was going to be #1 in the league one day. He was aquired by the Toronto Maple Leafs in the same draft class as MarkEric and Mark had amazing chemistry on ice, time would only tell if it was there off the iceAll characters and events are fictional. The team names and colours belong to their respective NHL and AHL owners
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"You know what is love, Zarrar Aalam, but you do not know its definition in my mind- that you call love." She spoke in cold voice enough to shake his whole exhausted being while observing the artistic patterns of water on the casement of the lounge. "Then what do I call love?" He lifted his eyelids only to disclose the bloodshot valleys slightly blurred by the salty water swimming through their dimensions. She chuckled coldly and faced him to say,"Hate. Your love is hate to me." A drop from his tired orbs slid down his stubble and the thunderstorms jolted the sky.She was saying much- many words but the only ones his mind registered were,"Simple hate!"What happens when the biggest virtues of a girl, her piety and purity of character, are badly demolished by the man she hated the most?Even when her body is not troubled but the scars are imprinted on her soul?Can she at any time start falling for the man behind all this mayhem in her life? Can she love him? Can she ever stop hating him, simply? My biggest mistake was not falling for you.It was thinking you had fallen for me too!