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How To Earn Money Young Age

Young hearts

Julie Thompson just moved into the suburban town to live with her aunt's family and hopes to not have or make any friends at all because she disliked people but maybe liking just one won't hurt. She falls for Uche, her cousin brother's best friend, without even knowing. Follow Julie through her first attempt at love. ... I watched him as he stood there, leaning on the bridge's railing and eating ice cream. The breeze wasn't disturbing his hair today because he had parked it all backwards, he looked cute, I smiled drawing in some breath, satisfied with how today was going. "What?" I heard him ask taking me off my thoughts. "Huh?" "You were smiling." "Oh. I was...." "Can I kiss you?" He asked looking at my lips. "Here?" I asked now, my heart beating hard again my chest, our first kiss could happen now. "Yeah?" He nodded, I could see his Adam's apple go up and down as he swallowed, I bit my lips, nervously. I smiled approvingly, almost getting up from the bench where I sat. "No sit." He said coming closer to sit next to me. The bench was quiet small so we were so close to each other. He leaned in and I could smell him more the closer he got to my face. His lips were now inches away from mine and the moment they touched I closed my eyes, I didn't know why but I did. He didn't put his tongue in my mouth, it was as simple as it could get, just a warm kiss and I as glad he didn't. When he lips left mine, I opened my eyes licking my lips. He was smiling, I hadn't yet told him how much I loved his smile. "You lied." I told him. "About what?" He stopped smiling. "You said you were a bad kisser." He laughed now with his teeth showing, those beautiful set. Read more... #genka3na
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How to Become an Immortal Farmer: A Former Young Master's POV

I just wanted to slurp my instant noodles and enjoy another trashy series, that’s all I was looking forward to. But instead, I got kidnapped. Then, I died. That's what I remember, at least. But hey, I didn't stay dead. Somehow, I got reincarnated into the body of a young master of the Rainbow Sect. The problem? He was your typical arrogant, spoiled young master. A guy with a ridiculously inflated ego who loved flaunting his power and wealth. So, yeah, not exactly a great deal for me. Instead of waiting for my inevitable doom, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I wasn't about to play the part of some arrogant, entitled brat. I wasn't going to fight other geniuses, and I sure as hell wasn't going to waste my time trying to reach the top in some ridiculous power struggle. Nope. I was done with that nonsense. So, I fled. I ran as far away as I could and found myself a nice, quiet life... cultivating herbs in the peace and solitude of my own little garden. Who needs to challenge the heavens when you can grow your own food in peace? Farming was where the real satisfaction was for me. Fighting, scheming, and trying to outsmart everyone? Not my thing. But growing the perfect batch of herbs? Now that was a true art. ---------------------- This is a slice-of-life series, where a lazy dude just wants to stay out of the power struggle. I ain't no pro or anything, and honestly, this is the first time I’ve written a novel. I'm also a potato, and not a gun owner, so English ain't my mother tongue. But don't worry, I went to school, and it wasn’t an art one.
Eismann12 · 366 Views

Age of Dreams

"In dreams we met so I kept dreaming. Even the solstice gone, it is better to risk the stars and to seek you forever than to lose my dreams about you in a moment." /Teaser Quote/ In the beginning, the word is a chaos. The skies moore at nothingness and the planets crush against each other. Asteroids plunged like enemies at night and so is their downfall to Heath. The breathing world. A sphere of galvanizing light and freshness. At last, no chaos. Heath is gods' first love and everything is created about that world. Even so, realms are created. One of which is Ageas—a dreaming dimension where the night ruled civilizations and the moon danced longer than the sun. The creation of hunters (men) and the Winged-ones occured. Even bearing an honorable name as the second sons of Heath, the distinction between the people grows thicker. The Winged-ones proved their strength and wisdom and they are now heralded as the superior of hunters or mortals known in the land. Given that the hunters lose a place in the upper universe, these mortals are more knowledgeable in crops and herbary and poisoned thousands of Winged-ones in the Great Division where Gods finally finished the creation of Heath. The rulers of Aegeas remain with the blood of Winged-ones or also known as the dream configurors and so hatred grew and chaos reign supreme at Heath where power is diminished to one group at a time. When the Winged-ones became more corruptive for wealth and power rushed into their head, unknowingly, the shed blood bequeath a weapon against their greed.
gaia_undercover · 601 Views
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