Demian The Story of Emil Sinclair's Youth by Hermann Hesse I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?* This story orginally belongs to Hermann Hesse, I just wanted to put it on wattpad because its so hard to read it as a pdf file. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED *
كانت مثل مذبحة دموية بدون دم."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~من المعروف أن ساوادا تسونايوشي سهل الانقياد. طفل وديع سيضرب دون شكوى واحدة من فمه. لهذا السبب، أصبح هدفا مشهورا للتنمر، بل وأكثر من ذلك عندما اكتشف الناس أنه صديق "آيدولز" المدرسة. لا تمانع تسونا في ذلك، حيث تختار الاستمتاع بالأشياء الإيجابية في الحياة. ومع ذلك، عندما يبدأون في إحضار والدته في المحادثة، دعنا نقول فقط أن كل الحمقى الاغبياء قد خسروا.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~! تحتوي هذه القصة على العنف!لا أملك KHR والغلاف (لقد قمت بتحريره فقط). جميع الحقوق ملك للمالكين المعنيين
"In times of old, the light of life was nothing but a bug surrounded by walls to make sanctuary in this Hell of a world."These three girls were brought together by fate, and a hint of death after the walls were breached. They knew nothing of the world outside, nor did they know much other than how to survive. But this is a tale of the twists, turns, and brushes with death that these girls will face along the way, in this great, and horrifying world. This is a story I started writing a while ago, and I really haven't done much to it since. But, my good friend put it up on her account, and I was very happy to see people read it. Anyway, enjoy, and tell me what you think!Another thing, please do not read if you do not like strong or offensive language. Its part of my writing style, and I do not wish to offend anyone by it.
Brandon, a college student, needs to work on an environmental studies project and sugar maple leaves are part of it, so he and his friends head to Bumblebrook National Forest to get some. Unfortunately, all of the sugar maple leaves seem to have fallen off in every tree. All hope seems lost until Mark finds some at the very top of a tall sugar maple tree. He climbs up the tree and manages to grab them, but ends up falling off of the tree, hitting some branches along the way. When he finally slams to the ground, Brandon and Samuel check to see if he's okay. When Mark begins to bleed a little, the two boys go into panic mode. Thinking that they'll be blamed for Mark's death, they try to find different ways to cover it up before it's too late.This is the first story I'll be uploading online, so any criticism is welcome.
*I'll be making covers for other books :) just for fun* and if you want me to make a cover for you, I will :)
ФФ про близнецов Уизли🧡 Пишу первый раз,прошу пишите своё мнение,указывайте на ошибки и тдВсех лю 💗
-Ты вообще зачем припёрся?Иди дальше продолжай трахаться со своими подружками.-Ты головой ударилась?Это тут причём? -А вот и причём.Дебил.Можно же было понять,что мне не приятно,так нет,он прям на зло взял ту девку.
After a villain attack at your old school, you started acting different and the teachers got worried. They then transferred you to U.A in hopes you would learn better and become a better hero if you were learning in a different school. After a week or so you got a letter in the mail saying that you were starting tomorrow in Class 1.A. ~thanks for reading, hope you enjoy. None of the art is mine. Also, I don't own the characters or anything. Hope you have a great time reading have a nice day/night~
~Art work not mine~Scarlet had an interesting quirk. And because of her quirk, she was placed as an undercover spy at U.A to find who the traitor was. Normally she was pretty stoic and didn't show much care to anything, but this class might drive her over the edge. But with the help of the police, Nezu, and other pro heroes will she be able to find the traitor.
"So, tell me, Alex, how do you feel?"I looked at the therapist."What do you mean, Mrs. Beverly?" I leaned my back against the cushiony chair. I popped my knuckles, waiting for an answer.She sighed. "You know what I mean, Miss Stiller."I frowned, biting my lip."There's two types of feeling," I began, looking at the ceiling. "There's the feeling inside your mind, your emotions. Then," I looked back at her, "there's the feeling outside of you. Which one do you want me to tell you, Mrs. Beverly?"She squinted her eyes at me. "Your emotions."I laughed. It was a sad laugh, one without humor, without feeling. Tears formed in my eyes."Lost, Mrs. Beverly. I feel lost."