Chapter 14 My lead Part III
“Don’t think about it Darling. That’s not for everyone and I’m certainly not mad. I could never be.” Softly and gentle he let his fingers glide through the golds of blond. Augustin closed his eyes, enjoying the touch he starved for month. The prince could never deny his love for Edgar, but the truth was that he had too. Not wanting to think about politics anymore, he stood up fast. Almost fainting but somehow still in control he crawled over the young Earl.
A life without struggle can't be considered as life. Everyone will fall, get hurt. There will be times Life will pin you down but in those moments where you are truly tested by life, Will you let its darkness consume you, or will you learn to live above it and keep on moving forward? In those moments people may think they have nothing left, they may pity themselves as nothing but a burden but it's not true. One's value can never be measured. No matter how good or bad that person is...cause in the end, the story isn't in just one person's perspective, it's everyone's.
In conclusion, I leave you with this,
Everyone is a hero of their own story.
End of the Prologue arc. The final quotes of my main character
Unpublished Chapter 9 (only Ch 1-2 have been published so far, so this is a preview of things to come!)
“So we just do nothing?” Raf growled.
“I didn’t say that,” Dante said. Raf glanced up at him in surprise. “We don’t win every fight, but that doesn’t mean we don’t try. That’s basically the founding mission of St. Margaret’s. It's our job to provide the help and support that Omegas can’t find anywhere else. If Christina decides to pursue this matter in court, then I promise you, I will be there to support her every step of the way.” He paused and looked Raf directly in the eye. “Can I count on your help as well?”
Yikes, what novels have you been reading that get so messy later on? 
Those poor authors.
Episode 29 (part 2 of Chapter 8)
Her question had even Mhehevion regard Vandrake with that same skeptical look gain, and their sovereign merely nodded as his own blue orbs narrowed. “Damian cutting binds with the Jade Kingdom has bothered everybody from that point onward. Whatever occurred 6000 years ago sent off the Jaded Beasts retreating from the kingdom, however it was the Northern Beast that reacted the most nonsensical of all.”
This is the last paragraph of part one, but I don't think it gives too much of anything away, and I like it.
Episode 20
“Hey, it’s time to go to bed, come on, let’s go.” He quietly instructed. After another moment, Sequel stood up, and followed Motif robotically to their tent. The fire crackled, unwatched, as The Group slid into their ramshackle sleeping quarters and gave in to sleep.
"They'll be laughing together in heaven, and they'll be waiting for me to join them someday. Because I believe now... that good intentions can take us there, so long as we remember the dead and the causes they found worth fighting for. If we keep ourselves educated on the laws of the universe, on matters of lasting beauty... I believe we'll do just fine.”
I hope you like!
All the hurt and anger he had in his chest disappeared, leaving no trace. Now, he understood Diana's behavior. If Hector had been in the same situation as her, he would have done the same.
Something about Diana's sad, dark words made his heart squeeze inside her chest. Who would that person be? For what reason did they kill her? And, more importantly, would he be able to get Diana out of that sadness? Looking at her face, Hector was sure he couldn't live without her smile.
Chapter 40 (currently writing)
Eza could feel her blood beginning to boil. Mostly because she felt the extreme urge to rearrange that stupid face of his. But… partially because she knew he was right. Her Blessing had enhanced her mind, allowed her to think faster, think more clearly. Allowed her to strategize again and again, solve just about any puzzle she’d had set before her. But… she was still a woman. And that meant that Polain’s trust in her only went so far. She could send him a strategy sent by the Saints, themselves, and he would question whether or not it was made with her head or her heart.
Newly updated chapter!
Title: TALIPANDAS
Genre: Fantasy
Description: When spoiled rich girl Ari's life ends, she finds herself reborn as Princess Iris in a fantasy world created by her childhood imaginary friend! But being a princess comes with being the last hope to remove an evil curse from the royal bloodline, which would be a lot easier if she hadn't inherited the most useless kind of magic in the world.
Latest Chapter: Chapter 43: Feet Stuck in Concrete
Snippet: Life really was a big, giant loop. One day, I would be at the top, then at the bottom the next. I always ended up plummeting to this desolate place. But I think, this time, the loop ended. I couldn’t go up anymore; I couldn’t even crawl my way out. Because this time, the place I fell onto was made of cement. And because I had been here for a long time, the cement solidified already. I was stuck. Alone. Unsavable.
Chapter Link: https://tapas.io/episode/2163098/
This is from part 3 of Tabassum's Rite
They all fought as hard as they could but in the end, there were too many of them. A hard hit to the head sent Rohan to the ground, completely limp. It took three men to disarm and tackle Rydon. The first one to reach Tabassum got the dagger impaled through his hand. He screamed in pain but managed to twist it from her grip. Another of the enemies pulled her to the ground and twisted her arms behind her back.
The last paragraph:
Luckily, our phones just want us to be happy. They want us to be able to reach out to our loved ones whenever we want. They want us to laugh because animals are funny. They want us to remember times we had fun.
Be nice to your phone. And keep them dry.
They thought about fleeing, which is what a more rational person might have done, but they were still a creature of habit, and dammit, this was their hilltop. They looked about for something to defend themself with, as this was apparently the hill they had -- quite literally -- decided to die on. They found a fallen branch not far from the path, and once they were wielding that, a new wave of courage rose up in them. It’s amazing what a blunt object can do for one’s confidence.
This launches a rather cute scene of a girl emulating the werewolf. This is from the 11th entry.
The girl watched him reach down toward a gulley beside the road and scoop up a rather hefty clump of dirt with his two fingers. He spat into the dirt, rolled the paste mixture around, and rubbed it just beneath his nose. The scent of earth filled Fang's nostrils and brought relief for the decay assaulting his sense. Corea watched the curious display.
Chapter 1, Part 2
“Yes, there was almost no blood in his system, which caused a decrease in putrefaction. The problem is there are no breaks on the epidermis or ruptures in the organs severe enough to explain the blood loss. At first, I thought maybe he suffered from some hematologic disorder, but all the tests indicate that Mr. Collins was healthy.” Joseph gave the body a pensive look. “He wasn’t sick, and he wasn’t bleeding, but somehow he was completely exsanguinated.”
Took me 5 edits to figure out how to link my book. 
here's mine. A fantasy story about humans who turn to weapons, monsters that live in hell, and two immortals with a complicated relationship
The moment a third rumble rippled across the dark sea, an entire band of gray robed men prepared for the inevitable. They sat on the shaky waters, raised their lion-crested banners, and locked their hands like praying children. A display of weakness for the arrogant, but a sign of good entertainment for the two bystanders watching from above.
One of them was a girl trapped in a fifteen year old body, while the other was a boy whose name only dead people could speak. Both were ancient, and both couldn’t care less for the trembling men below. They were only there to watch the carnage unfold, until the final piece of their plan arrives at the foot of their unscalable wall.
My lastest chapter is my werid..
Hide let out an exaggerated lament, “Well looks like you got it, I’m simply shocked by this too! Flabbergasted even! Fine. I don't have nor ever had something you can call a family. Put me on the cover of some shitty melodrama because I’m the tropey poor orphan boy. Woe is me.”
or just my characters
Chapter 14:
"Do you think our child too will have blood on its hand, just like the two of us? Even if it is not me who draw the sword out and cut through the flesh, it was still my order, so I am to be faulted by the ones who disagree. Will our mistakes be passed down, like some twisted kind of inheritance? Even though we made them when we were too young to know the consequences? Tell me, am I at fault for looking and seeing the face of someone I despise, instead of a child who has barely any involvement besides the same blood running through her?" A long pause filled the room with silence, followed."And I see my sister lively and happy, wanting to live in a world that is so cruel for someone as good as her. So what choice do I have but to protect her, even if I have to do unforgiving things, things she'd hate me for even...but she is too forgiving for that!... Oh, I can't even take a grip of what I am saying, can I?"
There it is. I found it! My eyes widened and my heart beated in anticipation as I pulled up the loose tile. There was a hole in the ground under the tile. I lay still. "What happened Zella? Didn’t you want to find out the truth?" I asked myself. I realised that… I was scared. What if the truth hurt? I smacked myself with my free hand and tried to talk some sense into myself. After all, knowing the truth was better than not knowing anything, right?
Wrong.
Hi! This is the link in case you’re interested!
From the very first episode, one of the favorite paragraphs I've ever written:
It was a behemoth, not unlike the empty bellow, consuming him thoroughly as it digested him, eating away the remnants of his self until only the bones of what once was were left behind — and even they were slowly corroded by the unliving beast’s stomach acid, melting his flimsy existence until he became liquid and distorted, just like the starlight coming through the thick glass panes of yet another majestic window that drew pictures of scenes that his fragmentary and vacuous mind could not comprehend, as if they required him to seek a higher plane.
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