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Yes, yes, I dream of becoming a criminal, namely, a famous thief. This is my childhood dream.

n shadows deep, where echoes sigh, Life's hollow dance, devoid of why. A spectral waltz, in muted tones, A purpose lost, in silent moans.

Sara was always hated by her classmates and colleagues. And she is tired of it.

It was a wonderful evening, what could be worse? Or... something could go wrong? In short, read and you will understand everything yourself.

There is a type of people who want to live without adventure, “there aren’t enough stars in the sky,” that’s what they say about them, and our hero is one of them, but at one moment everything changes, and your quiet and calm life turns into a series of events, which you wouldn’t wish even your enemy to visit.

The eldest came home from work, but some kind of “surprise” was waiting for her at home.

On the verge of execution, the hero hopes to get, if not salvation, then at least an answer, what for he passed his life path

On a rainy evening, a man ran into a corner of hope, where he destroyed it.

The text is not original, I advise you to go to the author of the fanfic.

In a quiet town, lost among the green hills, there was an old wooden church. With a firmament covered with streaks of time, it towered over the surrounding terrain, like an archaic guardian of centuries-old history. The roof, covered with moss and streaks, bent thoughtfully over the gray earthquake felt in the depths of the soul. This church was like an immortal metaphor for the loss to which the village was subjected.

Sometimes an enemy is needed to continue the fight. To have something to fight for.

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The endless sea, broken into small drops, pours over my face. I feel every drop enveloping me like a gentle ghost, plunging into my madness. My thoughts are a bizarre dance of whirlwinds that never subside.

The city of chrome and glass woke up when the sun surrendered its superiority over the sky, and a dark veil rose above the horizon. The futuristic chatterbox known as Aura has begun its evening mood dressing. As a magical being, she did this every night -turning blocked audacious images into endless shadows and shades. The moonlight shone clear and pale, as if it were the last spark of hope in this abyss of an industrial monster.

Each of us has his own unique world, where the personality unfolds like a gallery of works of art. But not all the paintings are on public display. There are corners shaded by a veil of mystery, where the most personal, intimate part of the soul is hidden.

I was dead, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I found myself in someone else's body. But even so, I didn't expect it to be a character from a fantasy novel that I read before I died. Only this character was destined to die. - I have to prevent this! No matter what happens, I have to survive! What will happen next?...

In the shadow of the backstage, where darkness dances in embraces with light, an amazing performance called "Buffoonery" unfolds. This is the theater of moments, where every actor — disguised by cunning and brilliance — plays his role in a magnificent symphony of pranks.

Sometimes one wrong decision can ruin everything. This is what happened with our Strawberry...

I only remember the doorstep, and even then, it feels like I'm looking at it from a distance: I am standing on the threshold, and he is sitting at my feet.

Nigel does not like that his wife is texting her friend when Nigel sits next to her, the feeling of jealousy covers the omega and he cannot contain his anger, but his alpha always finds words to calm her husband.