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26-02-2024

My Death

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The beginning of the end is the renewed future of the past but will it be my death or my beginning of life for my death will be the great change in life
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๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐Ž๐๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฒ.     harry potter applyfic

๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐Ž๐๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฒ. harry potter applyfic

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OPEN / closed ๐™„๐™‰ ๐™’๐™ƒ๐™„๐˜พ๐™ƒ. a group of friends find themselves transported into the world of Harry Potter while exploring a mysterious shop but their lives soon become threatened as the dark lord, voldemort starts to rise in power and they find themselves trapped in a magical chaos.โ€ฆ

๐… ๐‹ ๐€ ๐– ๐‹ ๐„ ๐’ ๐’

๐… ๐‹ ๐€ ๐– ๐‹ ๐„ ๐’ ๐’

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"๐ฌ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐š๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ"The perfect person seems like the thing everyone wants nowadays. One with a hefty load of pocket change, pearly white teeth, a body to die for and a face worthy to be carved by the greatest sculptor. The thing is... We couldn't be more wrong. We want someone to know us, relate to us, love us... And being the imperfect beings we are... finding someone like that may be too hard. That's the life of Elliot. No one's perfect for him... or maybe he's too flawless. Maybe, all he needs to have are flaws.โ€ฆ

Coquette world ( not a story a guide )

Coquette world ( not a story a guide )

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This is not a story!!This is a program to become coquette, with items, mood, song, etc... to know if you are a real coquette girl and how to enter it if you are lost.:)โ€ฆ

โ˜ž๏ผ ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜์‚ฌ์ดํŠธโ™ง[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]โค#์˜ค๋ธ”๋ฆฌํฌ๋ฉ”์‹ ์ ธ๋ฐฑ์งํ‰๊ตฌ์ž…โžก๏ธ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜์‚ฌ์ดํŠธโค๏ธ[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ‡์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜๊ฐ€๋ฐฉโค

โ˜ž๏ผ ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜์‚ฌ์ดํŠธโ™ง[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]โค#์˜ค๋ธ”๋ฆฌํฌ๋ฉ”์‹ ์ ธ๋ฐฑ์งํ‰๊ตฌ์ž…โžก๏ธ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜์‚ฌ์ดํŠธโค๏ธ[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ‡์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜๊ฐ€๋ฐฉโค

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โญ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด ์‡ผํ•‘๋ชฐ ์ถ”์ฒœใ€Ž[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ€๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ1์œ„โ—ˆ๏ธ์ƒค๋„ฌAS2431์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜๊ตฌ๋งคโค๏ธโ˜…์ƒค๋„ฌ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดโ˜…โญ#์Šคํˆฌ์‹œ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด๊ตฌ๋งค,#๊ตฌ์ฐŒ๋ฒ„ํ‚ท๋ฐฑ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜๊ตฌ๋งค,#๊ตฌ์ฐŒ์—ฌ์„ฑ๋ฒจํŠธ๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰๊ฐ€๊ฒฉโญ๋””์˜ฌ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดใ€Ž[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ€๋ช…ํ’ˆ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ์ถ”์ฒœโ—ˆ๏ธํ†ฐ๋ธŒ๋ผ์šด๋„ฅํƒ€์ด์งํ‰์ถ”์ฒœโค๏ธโ˜…๋ช…ํ’ˆ๋ ˆํ”Œโ˜…โญ#ํ”„๋ผ๋‹ค์ž์ผ“๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,#๊ณ ์•ผ๋“œ๋ฐ˜์ง€๊ฐ‘๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์ถ”์ฒœ,#์ƒค๋„ฌ์นด๋“œ์ง€๊ฐ‘๋ž˜ํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด๊ตฌ์ž…,#๊ณ ์•ผ๋“œ๋‚จ์žํ† ํŠธ๋ฐฑ์งํ‰ํŒŒ๋Š”๊ณณ,#๊ตฌ์ฐŒํ•˜ํ”„๋ฌธ์‰์žŽ๋ฐฑ๋ ˆํ”Œ,#์ƒค๋„ฌํ•˜ํŠธ์ผ€์ด์Šค์งํ‰๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,#๋กค๋ ‰์Šค126333S๊ธ‰์ถ”์ฒœ,#ํ”„๋ผ๋‹คํฌ๋กœ์Šค๋ฐฑ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด๊ตฌ๋งค,#ํŽœ๋””๋ณต์กฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์ถ”์ฒœ,#ํ”„๋ผ๋‹ค๋ฐฑํŒฉ๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,#๋ช…ํ’ˆ์‹ ๋ฐœ์งํ‰์ˆœ์œ„,โญ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜์‡ผํ•‘๋ชฐ์ถ”์ฒœใ€Ž[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ€๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด ์žฌ๊ตฌ๋งค์œจ 1์œ„โ—ˆ๏ธํ”„๋ผ๋‹ค๊ฐ€์ฃฝ์ˆ„๋”๋ฐฑSA๊ธ‰๊ฐ€๊ฒฉโค๏ธโ˜…๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‹ ๋ฐœโ˜…โญ#์ƒค๋„ฌ์Šฌ๋ฆฝ์˜จ๋ ˆํ”Œ์ˆœ์œ„,#์ƒค๋„ฌ๋ฉ”์‹ ์ €๋ฐฑ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜,#๋กค๋ ‰์Šค326238๋ž˜ํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด๊ตฌ์ž…,#๋ชฝํด๋ ˆ๋ฅด๋ ˆํ”Œ,#๋กœ๋ ‰์Šค์‹œ๊ณ„๋ ˆํ”Œ๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ,#์˜คํ”ผ๋””์•„๋ฒ„ํ‚ท๋ฐฑ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜์ถ”์ฒœ,#๋””์˜ฌ์Šค๋‹ˆ์ปค์ฆˆ๊ตฌ์ž…,#๊ณ ์•ผ๋“œ๋ฐฉ๋”ํ•ธ๋“œ๋ฐฑ๋ ˆํ”Œ,#ํ”„๋ผ๋‹คํฌ๋กœ์Šค๋ฐฑ๋ ˆํ”Œ๊ตฌ์ž…,#๋กค๋ ‰์Šค126600๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์ถ”์ฒœ,#์ƒ๋กœ๋ž‘์ฒญ๋ฐ”์ง€์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜,โญ๋ช…ํ’ˆ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‹œ๊ณ„[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์‚ฌ์ดํŠธโ—ˆ๏ธ์ƒ๋กœ๋ž‘์ˆ„๋”๋ฐฑSA๊ธ‰์ถ”์ฒœโค๏ธโ˜…ํ”„๋ฆฌ๋ฏธ์—„ ๊ณต์žฅ์ง์˜ ๊ณ ํ€„๋ฆฌํ‹ฐโ˜…โญ#ํ†ฐ๋ธŒ๋ผ์šด์ง€๊ฐ‘๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด,#๋””์˜ฌ์นด๋กœ๋ฐฑ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นดํŒŒ๋Š”๊ณณ,#์ƒค๋„ฌA67086๋ž˜ํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด์ˆœ์œ„,#ํ”„๋ผ๋‹คํƒ‘ํ•ธ๋“ค๋ฐฑ์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜๊ตฌ๋งค,#์…€๋ฆฐ๋Š์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜์ถ”์ฒœ,#๋กค๋ ‰์Šค์ต์Šคํ”Œ๋กœ๋Ÿฌ๊ตฌ์ž…,#์ƒค๋„ฌ๊ฐ€๋ธŒ๋ฆฌ์—˜๋ ˆํ”Œ์ถ”์ฒœ,#ํ”„๋ผ๋‹ค์ƒŒ๋“ค์ด๋ฏธํ…Œ์ด์…˜๊ตฌ์ž…,#๋ฐœ๋ Œ์‹œ์•„๊ฐ€์ง‘์—…๋ฏธ๋Ÿฌ๊ธ‰๊ตฌ์ž…,#์ƒค๋„ฌ๋ ˆํŠธ๋กœ์˜๋ ์‚ญ๋ ˆํ”Œ์ถ”์ฒœ,#๊ตฌ์ฐŒ๋ชฉ๊ฑธ์ดโญ๋ ˆํ”Œ๋ฆฌ์นด ์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ ์ถ”์ฒœใ€Ž[์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ:Diva์ฉœrun]ใ€๋ฃจ์˜๋””๋ฐ” ํ•˜์ดํ€„๋ฆฌํ‹ฐ ๋ ˆํ”Œ์ƒต ์˜คํ”ˆ์•ˆ๋…•ํ•˜์„ธ์š” ๋ฃจ์˜๋””๋ฐ” ํ™์ฝฉ์ง์˜ ๋ ˆํ”Œ์‚ฌ์ดํŠธ ์˜คํ”ˆํ–ˆโ€ฆ

The Resurgence of the Forgotten Pages

The Resurgence of the Forgotten Pages

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47 centuries have passed since the Great Battle of Azzerรปdel against the God of all discord, Vlagรปvรชra. A faction of Shadowed Weavers is now attempting to summon the God of Discord into existence, believing that it will grant them the power and control they seek among the Unions of Evastania.However, a couple within the rebellion of the faction hindered their advancement by stealing the Pages of the curse. These pages could have resurrected the God through their enchanted ritual, but ultimately, they perished in the attempt.Their child fortunately survives the incident along with the Pages of his deceased parents. The child was taken in by modest farmers and given the name James, in a town where he was found. There he blossomed into a fervent boy who is captivated by nature and shaped by his mother's nurturing in the household. Along his journey, he befriended two companions who enlightened James about the Troopers of the Union.However, it was for the Faction to have resurrected the God of Discord, as a vessel for the God, the Faction leader bears the very soul of the God, and he resulted in devastation and numerous casualties on the Union.Will James ever get to live further amidst the chaos sparked to life?โ€ฆ

Petrichor - Vampire Diaries

Petrichor - Vampire Diaries

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Clarissa Forbes A Vampire Diaries fanfiction. She always liked the smell of rain. Quiet and free. The exact opposite of her.โ€ฆ

โ˜žํ™”๊ณก๋ฐœ๊ธฐ๋ถ€์ „์น˜๋ฃŒ์ œ100mg์•ฝ๊ตญ๊ฐ€๊ฒฉโžก๏ธ0Iร˜โ†”๏ผ—5ร˜4โ†”๏ผ–ร˜45ใ‡์‹œ์•Œ๋ฆฌ์Šค๋‹น์ผ๊ตฌ๋งคโžก๏ธ#์ƒ์™•์‹ญ๋ฆฌ์—ญํ”„๋กœ์ฝ”๋ฐ€ํŒ๋งค์ฒ˜โ˜ž๋ฐฉ์‚ฐํ•œ๋ฐฉ๋น„์•„๊ทธ๋ผ์ฒ˜๋ฐฉ์ „์—†์ด๊ตฌ์ž…โค๏ธ0Iร˜โ†”

โ˜žํ™”๊ณก๋ฐœ๊ธฐ๋ถ€์ „์น˜๋ฃŒ์ œ100mg์•ฝ๊ตญ๊ฐ€๊ฒฉโžก๏ธ0Iร˜โ†”๏ผ—5ร˜4โ†”๏ผ–ร˜45ใ‡์‹œ์•Œ๋ฆฌ์Šค๋‹น์ผ๊ตฌ๋งคโžก๏ธ#์ƒ์™•์‹ญ๋ฆฌ์—ญํ”„๋กœ์ฝ”๋ฐ€ํŒ๋งค์ฒ˜โ˜ž๋ฐฉ์‚ฐํ•œ๋ฐฉ๋น„์•„๊ทธ๋ผ์ฒ˜๋ฐฉ์ „์—†์ด๊ตฌ์ž…โค๏ธ0Iร˜โ†”

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