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"Every wish brings you responsibility thus far be careful about the one you make."

Tania lived her whole life as a simple modern human girl in the World of Vita where all races of beings used to spend life beside each other and humans were the lowlife creatures while Fays, werewolves, and vampires were the strongest ones. 
She thought that soon grim reaper would come after her because of the rooted tumor in her head.
Who could imagine that an earthquake made by a dark wraith changes everything in her life? 
Who could imagine that the God of the underworld was always after her and caused her misery?

She had only one choice, to survive and align her life due to this strict world.
Volume 1: The Weaver: A Throne of Vita and Obit 
Warning: Mature content- slow burn

Volume 2: Rise of Ash and Fire
The brutal beings are driving in the shadows to ruin the Green star.


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The cover is my drawing...

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What you will read:

"The room you have given me is a frizzing one. I can't even breathe."

"Come to my bed, I can warm you." He ordered and it wasn't a recommendation manner.  
I cringed because he just demonstrated me another shade of him.

It gave me goosebump as he laid on his mattress, directing to his large king-size bed that had space for four people.

I gritted my jaw and aimed to leave when he said, "I never said you can leave!" 

I halted while my hand was still on the door handle. He was not joking at all.

At that moment, I felt the pain that was lashing me from backward and frontward.

His hand wrapped over my belly, and his wings embraced my body.

"What..."

"Hush, I said, you can come to my bed." 

I was scared of him for a moment. He drew his wings back and took hold of my hand.

Aligners

I could not see where the bullet sat as my vision blurred. But I was sure it was somewhere on the white wall, not the target.

"One more time, this time focus." Commander ordered, his tone was getting harsh.

I tried ten times and on the last attempt, my bullet sat on the stomach of the target.

I was tired of it but they persuaded me to do more. Then I decided to used the power of string vision. It always allowed me to focus three times more than my own.

"Three plastic bullets left and then we are going for the real ones."

I found that my T-shirt glued to my skin. I focused and let the string hold my strength back together then I fired. I just wanted to run away from there.

The bullet sat on the head then I released the next one and the last one.

I puffed as the commander complained.

"I can't do it in one session." Finally, I spoke my heart as a growler.

"But you can learn it." He responded.

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