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If my shoes could speak

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_sinopsis:-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- The story follows Mark, a 16 years old guy who's parents where killed when he was 6. Mark lived a life of near slavery and child abuse during his infancy while working for Pedro, the casino owner responsible for his parents death. Watch as Mark learns to use the power of magic and becomes a after nearly dying. LET'S GET OUR FREEDOM TOGETHER -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- This book has magic, warriors (different system from cultivation novels *wink*) shamans etc... And it has a Mc with COMMON SENSE *murmurs* This book is being written as I go so if there's anything you would like to change I'm willing to accept suggestions, except on this : 1)No harem because I'm getting tired of them 2)Courage is not the same as stupidity 3)My Mc will get afraid at times but he will also overcome some of his fears (not all) 4)He won't kill for necessity or out of boredom only vengeance or when he believes it's the right thing to do but he also won't be a Beta Japanese mc 5)He will be strong (with time) but he won't be the most op guy in the world. 6)If I find a mistake or an action that my Mc did that was so idiotic that I couldn't tell if I was Sober when I wrote it then I might go back and change the plot 7)romance is a option but even if it appears it will just be on the background developing through the narrative of the story... I don't want my story to end like those stories that kill themselves by writing romance or smut scenes This story happens in a world where technology is just a little behind ours, magic exists and so does all the other fantasy mumbo-jumbo. (With a personalized power sistem if you want me to change anything about it later just give me a good enough explanation, why I should) I hope that you may warn me of any mistakes I make during the completion of this work... OK
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Transmuted : Love of an Evening

[ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ] I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.
Faria_Samira · 34.3K Views
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