mina murray harker

First imagination fanfiction with some background songs In the story, there will be more interaction between Myoui Mina and Kim Seok Jin Do not copyright my work! Bonus story, another cast will be arriving from Twice The story will be using Bahasa Indonesia, English, and Korean language, just find it in the story, I won't tell where is that Note: the writer using Mina Twice as Face Claim, so, maybe the next story is still secret.

she's an assassin succubus who likes to sleep with handsome men

the continuation of "The Story Begins" novel is here, will be more interaction between Kim Seok Jin and Myoui Mina, do not copyright my work!

The folks that supposedly know all about writing, publishing and printing books said, you have to tell them a little about yourself. Actually I have in the opening chapter at least. But again this is NOT supposed to be an autobiography about me, but rather the very unique experiences of my life. Naturally, some of me will creep into the pages because of how one thing led to another and then another etc. I have left a lot of the real me personal stuff out of the book on purpose for that reason. So after retiring from the military (US Air Force) after 24 pretty good years of service, I did all sorts of things but to be honest nothing was a perfect match for me. I cooked at aanEdgartown (Martha‘s Vineyard ) restaurant for a summer, drove a taxi mainly for tourists a couple oif years, worked in retail, cooked at an assisted living place, sold carpets, wood flooring, ceramic and all that for a few years. All of that was pleasureable most days, but just not me. So in 1996, remembering my service in Iceland and the litteral paradise it was in the 70‘s and 80‘s when I served there I decided to make the move. Having an Icelandic wife, that made the immigration application and approval fairly easy. Since one necessary requirement was a full time job to get a work permit. So I took a job at of all places McDonald‘s for nearly a year. A great training ground, But Iceland, like everywhere was changing, but with all the rukles and regulations about as close to slavery as busy as it was for anyone. I did announcing, finally getting on at a radio station with a show in fact three of my own over three years. But in the closing days of the century, the station changed hands a few times , managers even more frequently and someone discovered that if you taped stuff, ran computer programs and automated most of the time, you didn‘t have to pay salaries just the electric bill. So that ended the last day of 1999 when a new contract was offerred at about half pay. I declined. Then I went into tourism for 20 years, planning personal tours for people. That was great. It‘s an incredile beautiful country,expensive to live work and visit here but VERY worth the effort, even today. 2008 wasn‘t the only crash. My overall health declined rather suddenly, with iskemic optical neropathy, partially in both eyes, type two diabeties, high blood pressure and general unsteadiness, perhaps because of everything else. So enough about the author. If you want to know more, you‘ll have to ask. So enjoy the book, I wrote it to be enjoyed.

It is a tale of an underworld princess, the Princess of Vuzgaria. Vuzgaria is a demon-ruled kingdom dwelled in the realm of Demonkins, or "Demon" in the tongue of mankind. Mina "Xuzredar" Vuzgal, or Mina Vuzgal in short, is the story's main character. The story will comprise her unforeseen adventures that lead to her prophecy and whether she will fulfil what's been foretold. The plot advanced from her homeland, the under realm, to realms beyond her comprehension. Throughout the journey, Mina will meet all kinds of creatures and beings and little by little, she will discover the destiny bestowed upon her.

When a shy college fresher, Nisha, enters an all-girls hostel, her world turns upside down. A cruel ragging dare forces her to share a kiss with her mysterious roommate, Mina. What begins as an act soon spirals into a secret bond of desire, protection, and forbidden emotions. In a world of blackmail, secrets, and passion—can their love survive the judgment? A slow-burn, steamy Girls' Love story full of twists, emotions, and dark romance. Note: This is a work of fiction. All characters, incidents, and places are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

In storm-soaked Breakwater, street hustler Ash Moreno lives by one rule: get paid, stay unseen. Then a routine job becomes a tenement fire, and he drags a silent girl from the smoke. Mina doesn’t speak—she draws. Puddles, cranes, faces without eyes. Too often, the sketches come true. Overnight, fixers smell leverage, COA patrols push deeper, and every “easy” job turns into a setup. Partners burn bright and burn out. The city calls it renewal. Ash calls it a hunt. He can’t save Breakwater. But with Mina’s pages darkening and the net closing, he can still decide what—and who—he’s willing to set alight.

All I want is to protect my baby sister, but is getting dragged into an assassin training programs and a secret agent service a wise way of doing it? I just want to live a peaceful and easy life but I guess that opinion was thrown out of the window a long time ago. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I'm new to writing stories, so please give me some constructive criticism that will benefit me and my writing abilities. Feel free to comment some of your thoughts and ideas about what should or should've happened. Thank you for reading this story.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?