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Beyond the Shadows: A Kuroko's Basketball Fan-Fic

Synopsis: Beyond the Shadows: A Kuroko's Basketball Fan-Fic In "Beyond the Shadows: A Kuroko's Basketball Fan-Fic," the story picks up years after Seirin High School's victory in the Inter-High Championship. A new rival, Kaito Hayashi, and his team from West High School emerge, posing a significant threat to the basketball world with Hayashi's ability to nullify opponents' talents. Determined to face this new challenge, Tetsuya Kuroko embarks on intense training, developing new techniques that surpass his previous limits. He reunites with his former teammates from the "Generation of Miracles" - Kagami, Aomine, Midorima, Murasakibara, and Akashi - to form an alliance against West High. As the championship approaches, Seirin High faces off against West High in a fierce battle on the court. Kuroko's skills shine brighter than ever, leaving Hayashi and his team baffled by his lightning-fast passes and seamless teamwork. In a climactic showdown, Seirin High and West High remain tied until the final seconds. Kuroko and his teammates tap into their indomitable spirit, pushing themselves beyond their limits. Through their unwavering teamwork and desire to win, Seirin High emerges victorious, reclaiming their title as champions. The story concludes with the legacy of Kuroko and the Generation of Miracles inspiring a new generation of basketball players. They become icons of the sport, sharing their passion and knowledge to nurture the rise of new talents. "Beyond the Shadows: A Kuroko's Basketball Fan-Fic" explores the themes of unity, friendship, and the power of overcoming obstacles. It highlights the unbreakable bond between Kuroko and his teammates, demonstrating that true strength lies in working together and pushing beyond one's limits.
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My Dismissive fake-love marriage

[18+ readers] "I was not sorry. Not even once." My eyes fell upon those long pale fingers which just held me from a certain death. "You are already a pain. If you go around doing like this might as well put me into the bars for years." His bad-mouth was so lively that even those harsh cold words were enough to make me cry and roll down to my knees. Julien Tedd. 25 years old married to a grumpy cold-hearted man in his 30s. An actor and a CEO of PAXTON Trades which was in delta. He as a fake husband with grey eyes and an vexed face. Who loves money than anything. "I wasn't a bitch to you. Who asked you to fake marry me? My parents loved to woo you in their well-beings." Those were the first time I said something deliberate to outstand my voice in that relationship. "Bit furry of time. If my memory serves right. Monica, You Annabella with two horns. Go sleep alway to death." He did hurt my heart that day. We slept in different bedrooms. Though we would put an act on when our parents visits us. On occasions like weddings or house rituals with my young sisters or my big brothers side. He hated me being around him. I hated him how he ignored my existence in the big mirage of his. He loved to call me by my first name Monica Dus. He didn't bother to put the Tedd of his name beside mine. I was no honour of him. He wasn't proud of me. when we both married I was a professor and was soon becoming the principal of the FD college, Columbia University. My dad proposal broke me down to marry some unknown grumpy man!! I was still in my 25 years where I should be happy not sad. Our marriage was like a contract basis- He would act on his role. As if he was gifted this act to do. I found myself fond of his submissive side. His black hair was perfect with those thin glasses which read thousands of newspapers or faces of other ladies. Wait! Other ladies? He impressed other ladies while doing his job too. My marriage was fake. Very fake. Made-up in my mind that we would somehow fit with each other nagging, fighting being disloyal and bad-mouthing for everything. Martina, my younger sister questioned my marriage or love life which was written on my face everytime I visit them. That I was never happened to be putting this act on. Not even the marriage was forced without anything enclosed about to me. It was winter, when I started to understand him. He was practically tired of putting upto me. Not even coming physically challenged with me. His lips told the words which were hard to swallow "I want to end this acting for years. Would you mind helping me recover that?" What's exactly that? It was just as my younger sister said 'he will fight to keep you by his side as you live with him. You know how to cook what to cook. When he gets angry or happy. He will dip his head to make you feel loved and love you too.' Was it true? Then was I always this dumb? His hard big thump pressed my forehead bringing me back to seep into the eyes of his. "I said will you take responsibility for making me sick for two years?" My lips parted to speak but it wasn't speaking anymore they were locked with my married man. The man who owned me. Who minutes ago made me feel a complete loser and defeated me to get on my knees and cry for him. Beg him to spare the life. To cut all the marriage ties with him. Are we able to hold a family anymore. A real one? Was he? Or he was fooling around? Those years of carnage over my ears, eyes, lips were already served as a graveyard right?
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