ChemicalPeace

"I still couldn't confess to her that maybe what I said wouldn't happen. Maybe there wouldn't be an 'after'. That the Republic had signed my death warrant the day they started doing those experiments on me. < br /> She still couldn't know that. It would tear her apart." Day x June // oneshot.

Charlie Jones

CHAMPION SPOILERS |-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|-|- But what if.. .Thomas hadn't killed Metias?

Lena Lopez

Every ten years, 80 children are drawn for a chance to be part of the Accalon Institute for Nuclear Research and Strategy, one of the only honors a worthless child could have in their entire life. The raffle, or slaughter, as some called it, occurs when the number of employees at the Institute was already very low and needed to be replaced. The only people allowed to compete are children 10 to 16 years of age, with no exceptions. The children's task is simple, manage a fictional city. They would have to live and manage the place for a few months without the intervention of relatives or any adults. Groups were formed and alliances were drawn, everyone had their task established and had to perform it with the utmost effort. During their stay at the Institute, all the children would be observed and evaluated from afar by their tutors and some rulers and, in the end, only a few of them would emerge victorious and, as much as they were denied, there were always deaths.

On an ordinary day for Don Quixote he decides to venture out just like according to his books an adventure of chivalry

Day and June were estranged for 10 years. He, living in Antarctica with his brother, although without much of his memory seemed happy, he felt that he was missing something all these years. Is it over there. she tried to move on, but everything around her reminded her of her lover. Together they faced a war in adolescence, but the biggest battle lies in each one's being.

canecaroxa

Aos dezessete anos, ela já conhecia Hogwarts bem demais. Conhecia os corredores, as escadas que mudavam de lugar, os professores, os boatos e os nomes que pareciam estar sempre no centro de tudo. Harry Potter. Draco Malfoy. Hermione Granger. Ronald Weasley. Pessoas cujas escolhas viravam histórias, conflitos e rumores antes mesmo do fim do dia. Ela também estava lá. Às vezes, na mesa ao lado. No fundo de uma sala de aula. Cruzando um corredor enquanto alguma coisa importante acontecia. Fazendo parte de conversas que nunca seriam lembradas e de momentos que pertenciam, aparentemente, à história de outras pessoas. Era fácil ser figurante quando todos ao redor pareciam ter papéis tão bem definidos. Até deixar de ser. Talvez seu nome nunca tenha sido aquele que todos repetiam pelos corredores. Mas esta não é a história deles. Esta é a história da bruxa que sempre esteve no fundo da cena, até perceber que nunca precisou de um roteiro para se tornar protagonista. Esta é a história de Sarah Griller.