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Cafe Maiden Ch.1❀ ❤ = Cafe Maiden = ❤ ❀
My parents wanted me to do something a little bit less "racy" with my life. But don't get the wrong idea. I'm not a stripper or a prostitute or something like that. I used to work as a model for a clothing line. Well more like an lingerie line...
So for the sake of my family's reputation, I quit the high paying modeling job and went on to the wonderful days of Job seeking........
C H A P T E R 1
"You need a good paying job. Perhaps a lawyer?!" My father said to me. I looked at him with tired eyes. I shook my head with less effort. "No dad" He glared at me with those serious eyes of his. I groaned and went back to the job search on the computer. I groaned with effort as my head flinged back. "No use in finding a good paying job that isn't modeling."
Loading your heart Chapter 1 "This heart is meant to be solid not broken into million of pieces"
Loading your heart...
Love is a piece of crap and that I shouldn't bother with it. That's what my creator taught me. That's why she gave me a digital heart. I can't fall in love. I'm basically piece of metal in human form. A robot you may say. I'm like one of those things you see in Chobits. A persocom. Expect I am not like them at all expect
Dino Park Ch.1 +Dino Park+ By Rebecca and Ellen
Chapter 1- What the fuck happened to Bessie?
"Dude. Where the fuck is Bessie?" Hey. I'm Ella. I'm only 14 years old. The youngest on my team. Team Survive. "I don't know. DAMN!" That was Jimmy. The leader. "If only that girl wouldn't have go off on her own." Ace said. Ace is Jimmy's cousin. The oldest and smartest in T.Survive.....
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A scream was heard. "What the hell was that?!" I yelled. Jimmy looked towards camp. "FUCK! MCKAYLA!" "I KNEW WE SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT HER ALONE DAMN IT" Jimmy and the rest of us ran with our weapons back to Base.
"Do you see anything?" I asked A
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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