He brought down the two sickles in full swing.
The wooden door was thick and solid, it did not break but the lock was ripped out of the stone wall instead with a single hit of his foot. He heard the two servants scream of fright from their room but he paid them no attention. Mable was in her own room, he did not spare a glance to the main room and stepped up to her own door instantly.
I watched as he sketched. Pencil stroke after pencil stroke, the lines, the shading, the erasing, everything about what he was doing was so relaxing, so calming. I felt at piece at that moment.
An immense tidal wave of fear directed at no one but herself.
Dogshit! , the novel doesn't have an end, just a brief outline... bruh
I dont understand how people make a bad review with 15 chapters.if there is not too much chapter you should make a review about you enjoyed or dont enjoyed.i enjoyed but i read a lot novel with similar character hopefully it will change and give more detail about characters.
Later, in an SSS ranked multinational mission, a slight mistake on his part led to the sacrifice of a comrade.
It's a good story with good promise. But you need to work on your English or get a translator.
I really enjoy your work! I'd love to stay connected and keep up with your latest creations. Do you have any social media or email? It would be great to be in touch~
Its a Pretty good read, the initial chapters aren't bad and the progress is good. Though I'd like more updates, the Hiatus has been on for sometime.
Grammar sucks, but since it's netorare I can bear, but so far there's no netorare scene, when can we expect? Hopefully it will be that Senior Sister.
This book saved my life. Before I read this book, I had AIDS and was going to die. I never came to accept the fact that I was going to go, so I fell into a deep depression. I couldn’t handle the thought. What I was doing was unhealthy, and everyone picked up on the fact that I was in complete denial. They all tried to get help for me, but I turned it all down because I told myself that I didn’t need help.“You’re going to be fine,” I told myself. “Nothing's wrong. It’s all in your head...” until the thought of death finally came to me and took over the entirety of my personality. “I don’t want to go...” “I DON’T WANT TO GO” “I DON’T WANT TO GO.”All the help my family had tried to give me had failed, and it was all because of my depression and denial. I could’ve gotten help, but I kept telling myself there was nothing wrong. I grew sicker, and sicker, and sicker... until I became so sick I could not get out of bed. My skin grew dry and pale, I grew skinny and weak. I could barely move and was constantly coughing up blood. I tried to come to accept the fact that I was going to die, but I couldn’t.Then I officially got the news that I would die in 12 hours when I woke the next day. I cried and cried all day until my daughter walked up to my bed. She said very tearfully, “We really tried, Dad. We did everything we thought of. There’s only one thing left that I can do...” She passed me a copy of Violet Warlock.“What’s this?” I asked. “The only option we have left...” she said as she walked out of the room and slowly closed the door behind her. I picked up the copy of Violet Warlock and looked at the cover. The art on the cover was absolutely gorgeous. I was completely speechless at how stunning the cover was and how it conveyed such a big message with one simple piece of artwork.I opened up the book to what would end up being the most heart-racing, realistic, and emotional adventure I'd ever go on. The characters felt so much like real people, and I found myself full-on crying multiple times because of how the characters got me caught up in the story like it was actually happening. It felt real. After reading the book, I was so extremely grateful that I got to witness what might be the best work of literature on earth the night before I had to leave it.After reading the book, I became cleansed. I felt truly at peace with everything. I sat by my bed, getting ready for eternal slumber. Once I went to bed, I had two more hours. My body would give up before the morning, and that’d be it. I finally lay down and quietly said to myself, “I’m okay with this...” as I slowly drifted off to sleep. This is it. This is my end.Until... I woke up. I looked out the window and saw that it was morning. I was so confused and was sure that this was a dream and not reality, but sure enough, it was. I started sobbing tears of joy. I saw my doctor, and he said that even though there was no treatment that I took, my AIDS had completely vanished. He said that suddenly, I was the healthiest I’ve ever been and that I now have no clear sign of death. I would live a long and happy life, and I’m not sick anymore.“What happened? What did you do to get rid of it?” he asked. I told him, “Look up Violet Warlock on Google Play. I didn’t conquer death, it did. And trust me... it’s way more than a book.” Violet Warlock saved my life. I could not be more thankful for this masterpiece. If Joel is reading this review, I want him to know that you have conquered death. Thank you.