《Dreaming (BWWM)》THE DREAM IS ALIVE💭
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When we arrived it felt like a dream. I felt like I was Will from the Fresh Prince of Bel-air. I, Amiyah was an outsider. I was no longer in Brooklyn Heights. I had entered a new world.
"Welcome to Lexington, Amiyah you're gonna love it here!" he boasted.
He told me that the house was 10 minutes away from where we were. The more he would update me on how far away we were the more nervous I was to be there. Did they know about me? What did he say to them? All of these questions flooded my mind.
He turned into a nice neighborhood. The houses were gigantic. Our apartments at the heights were Chihuahuas compared to these houses. He pulled up to a mansion.
"We're here!" He screamed.
Before we could get out of the car there were people in front of the door. Once I got out of the car I grabbed my luggage.
"Oh Amiyah, Hobbs can carry your luggage," he said.
A strange man came out and took my luggage from my hands.
"Hello, I'm Christopher Hobbs, your father's personal assistant. Welcome to Lexington, you'll like it here." Hobbs declared.
"Thank You, Hobbs it's nice to meet you. I'm Amiyah" I said.
As I walked closer to the front of the door I realized it was Larsa and Mena. Larsa was a natural beauty. She had long dark brown curls down to her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and clear. I could tell she cared deeply about skincare. As for Mena, she stole her mom's whole face.
"Welcome to Lexington Amiyah, we are very happy that you are here," she said.
"I'm happy to be here" lies. All lies. I looked over at Mena, it's clear that she's uncomfortable, as am I.
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"Hi Mena, How are you?" I asked.
" I'm good," she whispered.
"Amiyah, Hobbs will take you to your room. Leo's at basketball practice, but once he comes back he'll give you a tour of the house." Larsa said.
"Sounds good," I said.
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It was a long-ass day. I missed all my folks. I missed Tray. I missed Saraya. I even missed Elias dumb ass. Most of all I missed my mom. I can't help but think about what she's thinking, about what she's doing. She forbid me to call her on the first day here. She just wanted me to enjoy myself and not worry about her. Her plan just makes me worry about her even more. I don't even know if I'm gonna like it here. I'm going in this expecting the absolute WORSE. My friends and I use to clown tf outta those rich kids and tomorrow I'll be one of those kids.
All of a sudden I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in" I yelled.
"Amiyah you ready for a tour? " a deep voice asked
"Yea, bout time you showed up" I joked.
"Yea sorry bout that, practice ran a little late"
Leo and I met 4 years ago. It was months back when my dad and Larsa started dating. Dad thought it would be nice for us to meet each other. When I first saw him he was scrawny and short. I thought he was corny as hell. Later on that day, we were playing and laughing. It was nice to have somebody else to play with. We had more in common than I thought.
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Fallout: Vault X
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8 130Guns and Magic
Blake is a retired soldier with PTSD syndrome and a dark past, living in the early twenty-fourth century. The only medicine that helps to cope with the symptoms is a VR game. «Guns and Magic» is an exceptional game created with the Government’s and the Ministry of Defense’s support, where players use old, twentieth-century weapons to achieve their own goals, but magic is just at an arm’s length too. “Thalack” is a unique virtual world where levels without skills mean nothing, with complex mechanics of moral choices and huge penalties for death. In the struggle to be the best, the developers offer to fulfill the top player’s wish. Blake accepts the developers' challenge and becomes Ronnie. Ronnie is character who combines the rare craft of a gunsmith with the deadly shot of a sniper. With his trusty Barrett M107A1, he’s ready to take on the world.PS. This is the first draft. Soon I will publish rewrite, in which I have changed a lot, thanks to the advices of readers and reviewers.
8 295The Primordial
With one goal fueling him, he broke through the final barrier, reaching the apex of power and regaining that which was once lost. Trying to find a new beginning, he reforged himself anew as he awoke to memories of a long forgotten past. Memories that intersected with his new reality. His invincible soul now unchained, surprises await him as he begins his new jouney in an unknown land. I'm just writing this for fun, but i'll never drop it. This won't be something short, as I have the very long term in mind, but I'm a total noob to writing, so I most likely won't release chapters very often, at least until I really get the hang of it. But, the chapters will always be several thousand words long. At the minimum 2k, maximum like 6k... Pretty big variations, sorry. If you like it, great. If you don't, that's understandable. Regardless, if you have a read, I'd appreciate feedback for areas you think I should improve on, whether it's the use of some words or how I should write something or WHATEVER. I'm open to anything, good or bad, because with your help, it'll help make this story better. **DISCLAIMER** So you don't waste your time, I want to let you know what you're getting into, because I like knowing ahead of time before I read something. This might appear like a Xianxia novel, but it's not. It only starts that way. This is a western fantasy world and setting that many of you are familiar with. The beginning chapters might be a bit of an info dump. Some of it might seems superfluous, but a lot of information is relevant to the story. The first few chapters might also seem rushed, but I'll try to keep it exclusive to those. This is a cliche, OP MC story with the typical harem, but other than the quick start, everything else will be gradual. There will be romance, and probably many moments at that, but don't expect anything TOO detailed. If you want something really steamy, look elsewhere. References and throwbacks to stuff most likely. The setting won't be really dark or really light. Middleground, I guess. The MC is far from a young kid, but he won't totally reflect his age. I don't plan on discarding info, abilities or characters that you KNOW should come back and be around. I see it a lot and it sort of bugs me haha... but I could have oversights, I dunno. As I said, I'm a noob. That's it, really. If you're interested, welcome to my world!
8 119The terror of depths
Obsi finds himself in a dark and wet place, with pits and pieces of his memory intact he must find a way to survive and thrive in this new world. Join Obsi as he ventures in a different world of swords and magic as a deep sea terror! The amazing cover art is done by gej302, thank you very very much!
8 107Adventure Home
Seeking is what defines adventurers. Some seek glory, some treasure and levels, others a place where they belong. When they cannot find it elsewhere, they journey south to the frontier. To the towns that keep the relentless shifting wilderness of the high-magic zone at bay. In one particular destination, an uncannily familiar elf behind the reception counter may greet new arrivals. She’s got a [Reassuring Smile], but will kindly ask you to leave if you misbehave. And the local adventurers will help you outside lest she employ her other Skills. LGBTQ themes in a fantasy-ish low litRPG setting. That means yes levels, classes, and skills; no experience, health, or status screens.
8 100Just Yourself
In the end, we are all human, and that's what matters. A book filled with poems about life that everyone can relate to #1 poetry collection#1 poem book#1 motivation #2 poet#2 prose #2 self-help
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