fairmont dallas

Dallas, a young aspiring dancer with a broken family. She keeps her cards close to her chest, rarely letting anyone in. the observer. Brooks, the boy with the world on his shoulders. He has so much to lose and would do anything to protect what's left of his life. the observed. What happens when their paths cross, setting them on a journey of breaking and rebuilding from the ground up? What happens when two broken souls collide?

What if people have abilities? The people where a world called "Elmentus" were all born with individual abilities. Whether strong or weak abilities they have, it must be used to help each other. Azelus, Ignis Caeli Aquila Terrance Quint, age 16, wondered why people start to abuse their power for no good, they use it for crimes, use it for greediness, and use it to obtain more power by stealing each other's ability. Quint wants to restore the world from its destruction, with his faith to the highest deity, and with his good deeds, he pondered..., "What if the world continues to be in its chaos? "Will there be a hero to save it? "Will there be unselfish people who want to restore it like me?" "Will I be able to save it just on my own? ,"

Beneath a dark dome, eight shadows waited in silence. The Moon slowly rose in the sky, and the pale light filtering through the dome’s circular openings fell into the depths of the room, illuminating faces like ghosts. The ninth figure, Fai, had been summoned; chosen by the gods, he was to join the ranks of the wizards and become the final piece of the ritual. Fai was preparing to take the place of his father, Geyb, who had passed away just a few days earlier. The solstice was approaching, and time itself seemed to hold its breath. Dressed in his father’s heavy garments, he stood at the center of the eight wizards’ circular formation, directly beneath the empty opening in the dome. His heart pounded with both excitement and fear, each breath merging into the ritual’s silence. Outside, the wind whispered softly as the Moon’s light streamed through the dome, dancing across the room, creating a strange harmony with the dust and shadows. Fai tried to steady himself, pressing his trembling hands together within the folds of his robes. Finally, the light reached its peak. The wizards threw sparkling dust over Fai; the particles swirled in the dim white light, solidifying the invisible bond between him and the wizards. Drawing a deep breath, Fai stepped toward the center of the ritual. With each step, he moved through the shadows entwined with light, drawn toward the threshold of his own destiny in a divine silence. In that moment, time froze. The Moon’s glow and the mysterious presence of the wizards circled around Fai, carrying him to the threshold where sacred darkness and light converged.

I remember that life was always gray and dreary, those who saw it as grass and flowers were naive. Those who said that life revolves around the memory you made are fools. Those who spoke that life is a beautiful creation of some being are delusional. They think I'm pessimistic, an oddball of society, a piece of trash who doesn't have the will to live. In all honesty, they are just afraid, fearful that life won't be so green anymore, they felt rushed to enjoy life as it is. But I don't see it that way, life was never green or colorful to me. It was an illusion to cover up the impending doom of self-blame, destruction, and unknown time of death. They fear time, as long as the river flows death follows and gazes at the fishes that swam till they die and collect them. To me, it's laughable that they fight and fight until someone dies and then they felt remorse and wish they could turn back time to redo everything. The beliefs of many are easily shaken when life withers and turns into a cold corpse. Even at my death, I was peaceful as I took my last breath and look at the world with my empty eyes filled with dimness. I thought I would be free as I enter my eternal slumber but I then felt a beating heart, heard muffled noises, and an expanding light that quickly came. That was the time I was born and lived again to see life once more who smiled at me with malice on her lips. She was gorgeous, her beauty knows no bounds but she is quite fickle and is easily irritated. And she seems angered by me who doesn't look at her beauty very much. 'Sorry, all I see is gray and dread wherever I look. Your beauty is untouchable but we are privileged enough to witness it, alas, your colors don't enchant me.' That was my last thought after I was born. ... The cover is not mine, the credit fully goes to the owner.

Faith & Fate is a game developed by The Gemini. A game that Abigail Benson has been a die-hard fan of. She has been immersed in the game and supported it so much. The developers took advantage of her. Now, she just knew one of her silly dreams has come to fruition. She's now in the game that she spent almost her whole life on. She was in this pixelated and computer-rendered world now. She has a new body and identity. She lives in a different house and has woken up in an unusual bed. She's somewhere she knows but not in this perspective. She's not the same person anymore and in a different place. But it was not something better than her life. She was not used in this world. In a world where you don't have a choice. Where you don't have the freedom to be you. Where your actions are pre-determined by someone else. It was just like reality itself with all o the rules and expectations. Can she get out in the mess she has stumbled into? Will she be able to get back to reality? Will she discover mysteries humanity has never seen before? Will she met another victim of the scheme? It was all up to her.

A misanthropic young man who has practically no faith in mankind meets the naïve and benevolent Rossweisse who happens to be one of the Saints of humanity. After managing to save the ignorant Saint from kidnappers, the young man finds himself forced by not only his sense of responsibility; but also the very world to help her. Facing numerous and powerful foes along the way and with no other choice but forward, he decides to accompany Rossweisse in her so-called pilgrimage and at the same time, teach her the darkness of human society with a cold heart; "Look here lady, the world is not so nice that little lost you is just gonna-wait...Oi! Rossweisse! Where are you?!" But it seems like he has to become her chauffeur whether he likes it or not first.

Prince Ethan wants to steal his brother’s happily ever after, and skilled but impoverished fairy godmother Jean may just be the only one who can help him. The two unlikely partners combine forces in a magical quest to alter the powerful Fate’s decision. But when a string of lies, betrayals, and changing emotions cloud Ethan and Jean’s deal, whose happy ending shall prevail? A fairy godmother for hire, a prince in love with his brother’s bride, an amnesiac princess, and a one million dollar deal. This is your not so fairly normal fairy tale.

a story of a person that try to change a Fate that has been cast long time ago...

It is a story of an old woman who went to fairy city according toh her they themselves bought her to their city

Suicide- The action of taking your own life. Suicide is one of the multiple ways of death, so if you commit suicide you would assume that means your dead. I assumed that to but the issue is that I am not dead, but painful to to admit I am very, very much alive, after slowly bleeding out I didn't expect to "wake" back up and with lights glaring at me torturing my already sensitive and blurry vision.