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A Little Life Synopsis

A Miserable Life.

The main character who is suffered from the world and people around.. Born into unfair world not even receiving a single love he deserves as a human being. Suffer from betrayal by people around him. Who got abandoned by his family from birth. His adopted family who never sees him as their child. Sucks from this miserable world which is unfair and unkindly to him. Feeling loneliness even when he is surrounded by people. To find himself at the end being killed by his friend for such a ridiculous reason. Find him self transmitted into unknown place: "Its look like inside a hunted house_ I mean in a scary house surrounded by darkness all over the place. Huh?Wait a minute what is this place? How did I get here? Didn't I died already? So is this some kind of dreams or what l? What did I do wrong? What did I do to I only remember getting betrayed by the friend that I trusted the most who killed me for being better than him at everything even if it was so I never received any congratulations or gratitude, love, care that I crave the unlike him. What does this supposed to mean? I have more than one question but who will even answer me? I am already dead. Killed for sicking love and care that I never receive? Is it really unfair for me to wish what I never had? Is it really impossible for me to work hard in order to get what I want. I don't understand why can't I just be loved like other childrens in my childhood. After all I think i destined to live unloved even if I tried anything possible that it takes in order to be loved. That would never happen even in my dreams. But dieing like that is so unfair. I hold everything that comes to, every struggle, every problems that I face in life but... But my end to be like? Am I cursed from birth? what did I do to be cursed? All I did was nothing just only being born and get welcomed with such hated looks, wanting me to die and never born? Is receiving love this hard? People receive love by doing nothing, putting no effort to it and not even at least to get it! Why am I the only one like that? Am I living in a nightmare surrounded by darkness like this place? I don't get anything that going on..." in his mind while walking around the place. Looking around while walking speaks loudly "Hello? Is there anyone here? Who am I even faking? Of course there is no one here. It's like I am talking to an empty sorrow that's Hanging through the air." After a couple of time... Someone voice appeared behind him asking him in a boldly tongue "What are you doing here? How did you even manage to get here? Answer me you dummy human being!" Turning around to see where did the sound coming from... To find someone with a dark figure, black hair, clear red eyes like pure blood, sharp two teeth standing out across his lips even when his mouth closed like a bat, white pale skin and clothes covered with blood. What will happen next? it's obvious that may turn out to be a vampire. Is there another thing that comes in mind??? Read to find out more. If you get interested in it. Don't forget to add it to your library so you won't miss new updates!
Npz_62 · 836 Views

Little Goliath

'What is this?' Theodore thought as he opened his little eyes to what he assumes to be one of his parents who is dropping him off on the doorstep of a church at what seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, ---a few hours ago ago--- Theodore was like any other normal person: had a family, had dreams, filled with ambitiouns, liked games, sometimes goes outside, has preferences, filled with desire, and of course went through a difficult time in his life, he was just as normal as the average person is. but one thing he is different from others is that he likes roasting people online especially the rich, he loves making fake accounts just to meme people, judge thier preferences and give rating for their every day (unnecessary) objects, he even makes money from it by making videos about how stupid some rich people are. But that led him to his death when he was kidnapped by a rich woman, who he had made fun of... '???' He didn't know what happened after that... --- [Somewhere in a different time]--- 'Where am I?' he asked as he tries to move his head and eyes uncoordinated, there were noticeable things to hint where he was currently at; the church was styled like it was described from a dark fantasy book, the sky was clear with a few clouds roaming in the sky as the light of dawn hits them, and his parent who looked like a literal angel, '....they seemed to be speaking..." "....to think my offspring looked... Normal, even though you're mother is a human and I, Michael... am an angel... So shouldn't you be a €i@n¥?" The angel asked the infant, only to be replied with cooing, "Oh... Who am I kidding? You're just an infant, how can you even understand..... goodbye Little David" the angel said as he spans his wings wide, knocked on the church's door before he flew from the ground and vanished between the rays of dawn ——17——Years——Later—— 'Hmm', looking back at the moment, David sighed in his stupidity for realizing something that he should've considered, "Well I was very afraid and shaken from being reincarnated, so I really can't truly blame myself for not realizing.... Right?" He asked, seemingly into the air [No, from what I can see, the fault was totally on you] the voice of the male siri that suddenly replied to him "Well fuck you, this wasn't supposed to be my problem, I'm just a defect Nephilim, not someone who asked to be a hero!" [Correction, currently you're a captive of Achilles] "That's not what I meant! You retard of a Sy--" [Playing; Don't Stop Believing by Journey] ================= This work is inspired by the stories of; the origins of the Book of Giants (and pages from the Bible that references to the Book of Giants), The story of David and Goliath, the themes, setting, scenes, land, and stories from various legends, tales, myths, 'n methods in both western and middle eastern. "..." => Talking '...' => thinking (...) => Details/explanation [...] => moves/important terms/specific places #...# => links/inspirations/references for the chapter ..====.. => end of a scene/transition to another scene ================= A [Short] novel, Meaning this is a work that I did not put my all in, But it is something that I gave my thoughts to: the chapters, characters, the plot and the finale. each chapter has atleast (1.2k)-(1.7k) words but I might be able to make chapters with nearly (2k) words, I've learned that in my previous works, the chapters are short af [–=Notes=–] >This Test Novel shall only have 20 chapters, >Have limited descriptions given >English is my third language and I learned English through poetry at first, so please anyone, help point out some writing errors of mine that I didn't do right >I lack perseverance so I might only upload mostly once a week, sometimes twice a week, or worse scenario once a (few) month(s)
THADDEOUSSo7 · 4.1K Views

Little Mischief

Kara had finished her second glass of wine by the time she'd explained everything and her eyelids seemed to be getting heavy. Her head had been resting on my shoulder while she had been recounting the events of the night before and she seemed in desperate need of sleep, so I helped her get in position on the sofa; laid her head on a nice cushion and she fell asleep quickly. I slipped into my bedroom and got changed into a little red dress that loosely fell to mid-thigh, and quietly watched the TV, although most of the time I stared at Kara. She looked so gorgeous, so vulnerable, and I couldn't help stroking my inner thigh as I watched her sleep. I wanted her now more than ever, to feel her lips on mine again and have her body pressed against mine, but in a far more intimate way than the night before. Her knees were bent towards her chest revealing a generous amount of thigh to me, I'd hardly noticed the blue skirt when she'd arrived because of the outpouring of emotion but now I could have a proper look at her smooth legs. Even though I could see quite a bit of her outer thigh I wanted to see more. My hand had found its way under my dress and was stroking my own smooth skin as I lusted after hers. I needed to get a better look and tried moving around on my chair, like a horny sixteen-year-old boy trying to look up a girl's skirt. Instead, I'm a horny nineteen-year-old girl trying to look up a girl's skirt which is totally different, right?.... Right?
Incubus_Tarv3n · 18.8K Views
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