《Poet In Paris》Prologue
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The rose flowers are all so beautiful, enchanting almost they call out to him. The poet. He adores anything celestial and flowers are nothing less than that. The ravishing radiance of each different flower, the petals and the blooming stems. Nature, it has a unique way of portraying beauty and that is exactly what calls out to him gets his mind rushing with a sumptuous amount of heart-racing ideas. The way he collects thoughts and words and pieces them together, looks so easy but it is a splendid talent.
He likes to keep to himself, very quiet and reserved though his mind is an expanding universe of chaotic but artistic words and purposes he enjoys staying inside in the warmth. His ideas flourish from almost anything stellar around him, the mere sight of a cup could enhance an idea floating around in his mind.
Feelings, he takes them very seriously at most the feelings might not be his but he observes and likes to use people around him. Facial expressions and body language says an awful lot about a way a person is feeling and he uses that to magnify the roaming thoughts in his mind.
He does not have many friends as he believes friendship is not what he needs. He is very passionate about his poetry, trying not to make big in the world but to let people know his words and his ideas, his skills and his enjoyment. He chose this because it is his passion and his life.
Love, he has never first handedly felt it for someone other than his family. He has never uttered the three words and eight letters to someone outside his family. He doesn't need love, he needs to see others love to write. He believes not everything in a poet's life has to be experienced first handedly. He is most capable of using his surroundings and the people to come up with a finished captivating piece of poetry able to reel all around him in.
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He lowers his viridescent green eyes and locks them on to the red petals of the roses.
He stands watching ahead with his emerald eyes fixated on the red rose his mind running with a magnificent amount of ideas all itching to be written down. The wind picking up it's pace blowing each petal he seems to be mesmerized by it all, the beauty of nature.
"Isn't it a bit too cold to be out right now?" A sweet melodic voice whispers barely audible but he catches it. Turning his head to the side, eyes land on an angel her hair so soft and her lips so kissable. Her body clad in a black dress, goosebumps from the harsh winds appearing on her soft skin.
"I could ask you the same thing." He retaliates in a hushed tone turning back around to face the roses. Silently she walks and stands beside him both eyes watching the rose petals move from the rushing winds, her hair flying in all directions.
Almost sneakily he turns his head slightly to the side, eyes landing upon her alluring beauty. His mind erupting in a million thoughts.
He's found his inspiration.
He's found his muse.
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The Stormcrow Cycle
Once a powerful and lauded witch, Ba'an salu-Ba'an now lives alone in a cave in the desert, waiting to die. When she rescues an outlander from certain death she becomes embroiled in a deadly game of politics and empire, of heart and soul, but worst of all--of hope and love and a chance at a peaceful future. Can a disgraced witch find a reason to live her life again--and if so, what price must she pay? The Stormcrow Cycle is a trilogy comprising of The Exile, The Lion, and Abomination. Tags or genres for each book: The Exile: romance, slice-of-life The Lion: romance, slice-of-life, politics Abomination: tragedy, high/epic fantasy (aka "Everything is on fire!") Updates once a week whenever I have time. Cross-posted on Wattpad and Scribble Hub. The CBMokedi cover will return! Excerpt: She looked down at him again. Young. Healthy, from what she could see, except for the wound that was killing him. He was handsome in a way that suggested a life of wealth and plenty. She did not think he had ever starved. Someone important. Her shadow fell across him, and he frowned. Blearily, he opened his eyes. They were amber and bright, even as he lay dying in the dirt. She could feel his soul, blazing inside of him like a fire refusing to die even as his body began to fail. He met her gaze, eyes widening in what she guessed was surprise—or shock. But he never looked away, staring up at her as though transfixed. Ba’an made her decision. She raised her hand and covered his eyes. In another moment, a murder of crows cawed as they took wing. The man and woman were gone from the road, leaving only the dead staring up into the sky. Note: This is a high-fantasy set in a low-magic world. The first book is largely character-driven and we really only hit the real plot in Book II, so if you're not fond of long epic yarns you ought to skip this one. I also don't include trigger warnings, but mind the "traumatizing content" tag--all societies minus one practice slavery and the world is indeed, rather grim!
8 163Ballet With The Bad Boy
Eliana McCoy.She never spoke a word. Never drew attention to herself. And never caused drama.Her twin brother on the other hand was the complete opposite.Harvey was loud. Loved the attention. And was always in the centre of drama.His friends were constantly at their house, much to Eliana's annoyance, but, everything changes when a new boy is added to the circle.When she tries to focus on her dancing, what will happen when said new boy becomes her ballet partner?***PSAI'm not a trained dancer or know much about ballet (I did some research before writing but not much) and more just wanted the story, pls don't shit on me in the comments on my own book☺️Pictures of actors/actresses are just a base for you to imagine what they can look like☺️Word count: 72,683
8 224How Did This Happen? | OurSecondLife Fanfic |
While Laura was growing up she looked up to her two older brothers: Ricky Dillon who is two years older then her and Jacob Dillon who is five years older then her. Well that was before they both left to move to California which was two years ago.Their mom has recently died..But when Laura is reunited with Ricky at their mom funeral, dad decides that it is the best if they move to Los Angeles to be closer with Ricky and Jacob.And when Ricky introduce Laura to his YouTube collab friends; Sam, Connor, Kian, Jc and Trevor which is also known as Our Second Life or o2l, two of them starts to fall for her but she has some anxiety and some people get in the way from having a happy ending...(Oursecondlife doesn't come until chapter six.)
8 207Growing Pains
-A soulmate story-Sam and Eli are best friends, they have been for years and they tell each other everything. Well, almost everything. Elias Grey has felt every cut, bruise and fracture that Samuel Rivera has received for eleven years. He has no idea why or how, but he doesn't care, just as long as Sam never finds out. The connection between them is anything but normal and everyone is convinced that there is more between the two of them than meets the eye. But Eli's affections are strictly platonic, or at least, he thinks they are.Fate ties us to our future. Could there be more than just pain keeping Sam and Eli tied to one another?
8 343Even In Pieces [bxb]
-KIND OF MATURE-"I wouldn't fuck you if you paid me." Well, at least my question is answered. He can get more punchable. We glare at each other, I am surprised neither of us have raised our fists yet. It wouldn't be the first time. "Who says you'll be the one fucking?" I snap back. _______________________________________Zachary Alvarez has always hidden his broken parts behind his charm, sarcasm and arrogance. He is a complete asshole to most, especially one man in particular who he occasionally wants to lick all over or shoot in the head (He isn't picky). Nothing in Zach's life is constant. All he has ever cared for is himself since nobody else did. A lot of drinks, one-night stands, relationships that he never put effort into and people always leaving, that's all he has ever known. And Everett absolutely hates Zach's guts and hates how his smirk makes him feel triggered. Everett has always been this or that for people, always an image. Most times he doesn't even care, but sometimes it gets irritating. But somewhere both Everett and Zach starts to see each other. All that hate gets a bit too exhilarating. In so many ways... _________________________________________If you guys are looking for an enemies to lovers with a lot of sexual tension... #1st in lovers #1st in homosexual#1st in bxb#1st in university #2nd in drama #4th in Lgbt#8th in mxm#19th in romance
8 91The Baby {COMPLETE}
She doesn't even know that she dated a prince
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