Expect The Unexpected

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The story is interesting and promising. The concept of the story is very detailed. Even the world that the author created is perfectly depicted. Easy to understand, but rich with flavour.All I can say is that it would be better, I think, if you can use less "he" and change it into something less redundant like "The naked boy," or "the Bloke" or something else. Aside from that, I find it very amazing to see this concept inside a doomsday world.

no me gusto la verdad pero no soy de mete estrecha y le dare una estrella si me preguntas por que no me gusto es solo por la personalidad del mc solo espero que tengas mucho exito en la novela me retiro

stopped reading bc it was cringe. Humour was also overdone, read if you like rolling your eyes at nonsense scenarios.

Sasuke brought his legs up and kicked the oversized bird in the through with both feet, knocking him away and letting Sasuke fall to the floor. His cheeks were pulsating red and sore from being slapped by penguin flipper. He turned around and slammed both of his hands on the ground, breaking the ice and allowing him to push himself to his feet.

His stomach lurched. It was too much. The weight pressing down on him was far too great. He had to act now; it might already be too late.

But no, dig them from one of those pit traps, then fall in cursing loudly...

Hannah and Kate left the room. They told everything to Sia's parents who were aware about Sia's rape. They were in worst state seeing their daughter in that condition.

Randamu started looking around when he saw her. A young girl was on the ground, with her back propped up against a tree. She was lightly dressed, but there was a lot of blood around her.

siiiiiiii

The room was dimly lit by a scant few candles, oranges and yellows danced on the mossy green of concrete walls in my basement. Excited for what this game had in store, I picked up the pair of six-sided dice. My friend, James, was shaking a bit, palms sweaty, breathing heavy. His blonde hair was ragged and his glasses were foggy, hazing out his usually green eyes. He was never well with the prospect of the paranormal. He and I had only met a few months ago, bonding over our shared love for games. He sat to my right as I looked down at the game board, a crudely but plank of wood. Despite it's old age, anyone would think it had been recently made. This game, from what I know, has been around for nearly three hundred years, yet I could never find a name.

Looking sad the poor prince stumble out of the king castle looking so pathetic in the midst of others.