《And Then You Left》4.
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Being a private was not the most exciting role to play throughout the army. In fact, it was probably the least exciting, and private Aaron Jones knew it. It had been such a bore, that Aaron had often just stayed in his room and slept during training hours. Or at least, being a private used to be boring.
When Major Nakamurra had taken the boy under his own guidance, Aaron had suddenly found great interest in training, not because he liked actually doing the work, but because it was almost entrancing watching the major demonstrate.
He seemed to teleport from one side of you to the other. His body movements were fluid and almost impossible to block or dodge. And Aaron knew, he wanted to be exactly like Major Nakamurra.
He spent hours in the training room, both with the Major and alone. Practicing the same movements over and over again. And even though he was sure he was spending way too much time learning how to throw a jab, he didn't stop until the training room was closed for the night. The Major had always told him about his own days of training, spending every hour possible training. So Aaron did the same.
"You're improving."
If it had been Izahow who had said those words, Aaron would have laughed, but coming from the mouth of the only person he considered close to him, the words sent an explosion of excitement running through him.
"I'm going away for a while Aaron, I need you to keep practicing every single day, or you'll lose all the skill you've worked so hard for."
Aaron wouldn't dream of stopping. He practiced every day, hoping to improve his skills as much as possible. He fought others in the training room. Aaron had never fought with anyone other than the Major, and it was made clear to him just how much better the Major was compared to the other soldiers. Aaron had never been able to so much as land a punch on Major Nakamurra but found it incredibly easy to knock down all of the opponents he faced. Aaron could barely wait for the Major’s return. He couldn’t wait to show him how fast Aaron was advancing in his skills.
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“You’re improving.” Never before had two words affected Aaron so much, but every time he heard them echo through his head, he was filled with adrenaline, determination.
All Aaron wanted, was to hear those words again.
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Sadistic Player In A Fantasy Game World
"Life is meaningless. If I can't have fun then what is the point of living?" these were probably the thoughts that constantly plagued Gray's mind. Now that the world has changed drastically overnight, and powers and magical beasts have suddenly appeared, what will Gray's world be like? Will he finally be able to make the world the playground he so desperately desired. "Enjoy that feeling of pain. After all, you're only human." laughed Gray as he watched his last classmate be devoured. *******This is a new project I'm working on. The MC is different from other MCs, he has a mental disorder. If you like goody-two-shoes MCs then please don't read. Also, character growth is something I am fond of, so if you dislike this please also don't read. There are some gruesome scenes, and some may trigger a few readers, if you are soft-hearted please skip this book. I do not own the art and if there are complaints it will be changed. Around 12chaps/week update.
8 313The Demonic Servant
When I first regained 'consciousness', I was but a broken being, my memories were mostly missing, and I was starving. As time passed, I survived by feeding on the souls of the deceased in this desolate hell, where only the dead live. And unfortunately, these dead are not the kind of dead that stays dead. Instead, they're mindless souls of all shapes, sizes and power whom roam this cursed home of mine. Name? I carry the names of millions upon millions of souls. Bob, Jerry, Askaram, Sara... Race? I devoured the souls of dragons, humans, devils and sentient rocks. As I lived... no, perhaps existed is a better world, I absorbed the memories, experiences, forbidden knowledge and devilish arts of many, many damned souls. After all, who could ever roam this forsaken land but the damned? Now, for the first time in eons, I am finally granted a sliver of hope. To escape this hell, I am willing to serve anyone. The question is, will they accept my servitude? [I don't own the cover. No idea who made it, just found it on google. Still, if you want me to remove it, just ask.]
8 67The science of magic universe - The saint
Saint Sophia was one of the most important characters in the history of the world, but who was the woman behind the myth?
8 288Speak Now: A Remus Lupin & Harry Potter Hurt/Comfort Mentor Fic
Harry fights back against Umbridge, under Remus Lupin's mentorship. Overwhelmed with pain and anxiety after his seventh detention with Umbridge, Harry decides to reach out to an old friend for help. Mentorfic, eventual adoption arc, hurt/comfort. I do not own Harry Potter.
8 195A Warrior's Love (BL)
"Your mind is dark, your eyes are dull, your life is bleaker than feces, and your heart is covered in ash." She removed one hand to keep her veils on her head as the topmost shawl slipped down her neck. She continued to speak, "Your blood is cold. If you remain this way, you will die before you can find your love." The Krasean lowered his veil, revealing his face to us. He tipped his head upward so I can see his honey coloured eyes that were duller than his peoples'. Black eyeliner outlined the rim of his eyes, drawing attention to his enchanting eyes. "Whoever your lover is, they are your other half. You will endure hardships and pain because of them. You will also make them feel the same." She looked conflicted like she did not know whether to tell me this was good or bad. "In their eyes, you are the evilest and the godliest. How contradicting this is!" "Did you slap me?" I held the helmet between the pit of my elbow and my waist. One hand slowly reached up to rub my numb cheek. It has been forever since someone last slapped me. Now, no one who knew my identity would dare to hit me directly. "The blood coursing through your veins, it's hot and dangerous. You cannot be tamed easily and this may be the cause of your downfall." A strange grimace graced her wrinkled face. I swear to the gods she is ageing each second! "I see your fall. Someone with too much power automatically becomes a threat. You're no longer seen as an ally, but a monster."
8 182Everyday Magic: Diary of a Shadow Worker
After trying and failing to come up with an original story that she could feel proud of, Iona Malcolm decided to write her own life as fiction. Shouldn't be too hard, considering her best friends were Trickster Spirits. However, in order to communicate with them enough to understand what they were talking about, she had to face the daunting task of completing her Shadow Work. Suddenly, she finds herself at the precipice of finally changing her circumstances for the better, building her own personal paradise, with the help of the gods willing to aid her in her journey towards finding Elysium on Earth. All she has to contend with are the demons.
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