Book 1- The Quest For Nova
Have toi ever felt like toi don’t belong? I have. Have ever felt like there something out there that toi are meet to do that’s so important be toi don’t know what it is? I have. I know its weird to fell this way but I do and I have know idea why. WHY. What a strong word like why did that magical thing happen to me that ever special jour in the park when everything change for good ou for evil. Well that’s what toi choose.
Book 2- Wanted
I took everything out
I could never forget what happened
deep down i knew
it came back to me
so quick and so fast
i can still feel her presence around me
i can feel she's watching me from the sky
how do i tell her that im sorry and that i didnt mean it, but i do accept the fact that
i killed her
it was a terrible fight
and it ended awfully
but it was not my fault
its who i am, im a murderer and i dont like it that way, i know
i killed her
the lights are out
in only the darkness
i can see a figure
its her! but...
i killed her
'yes toi did, toi killed me
and here toi ae
feeling sorry for yourself
but not feeling sorry for me? '
'you killed me
what did i do
i loved you
toi were my world...'
'but you... toi killed me'
'that night when toi killed me,
i was still alive
and toi buried me alive
but my soul will never rest in peace, till i get my revenge! '
'you killed me
because i was way too good
too good for you
toi were jealous, toi couldnt ours it'
'but your destiny has come
i will haunt toi in your past
your present and your future
remember my words! '
i gasp for air
my heartbeat is going up and down
it was just a dream
but it will never be fine, the truth is...
i killed her...
Book 3- Maybe there will be another book?
Other books
There's going to be an little series off of The Quest For Nova that goes though the lives of girls before they ever meant one another.
Book 1- The Girl who Remembered Everything
I fill like I remember things for a reason... but for what reason I don't know? I remember this women and young girls. And dragons and witches. But I don't know why? I'm just a normal girl... Well I used to be. Before all the pain and hurt. I was just like you. Happy. I remember my mom dieing and my best friend dieing and my pet also dieing. Yes my life is filled with death but some say all that pain makes toi strong.
Book 2- The Girl who didn't Fit In
I know I don't belong here. My soul can't take this anymore I need to be set free. Be myself.
Book 3- The Girl who Lost
My mother say things all happen for a reason. And I a dit well it better be a very good reason why for this to happen to me.
Book 4- The Girl who cried
toi never know how much it hurts until the thing toi l’amour most is taken away from you. And I want toi to know it hurts a lot.
I have been working on the Quest For Nova for plus then five months plus ou less and I hope that toi see me in the story as well. Because I'm in each of the girls. Something they go though I went though ou are.
Coming Up on The Quest For Nova
Chapter 18- Strange things can happen under the MoonLight
Viva zipped up her dress’s zipper. Starting from her back bone to her lower back. Then she turned around and looked in the mirror and she saw something beautiful...herself. She smiled looking at her hair how it was perfectly curled and up her dress perfectly fitted and it flowed all the down to the floor. Viva know that it was going to be a magical night.
In the moonlight, with fair face
She stands, with longing eyes.
So advance, with unfaltering grace,
With all the l’amour under starry skies.
And with thy lover, dance away
In the brilliance of the night.
balançoire, swing her around, watch her sway,
And satisfy thy love's appetite.
Make her spin about those gentle wrists,
l’amour her in a ways she'd never expect.
She'll find joy in her twirls and twists,
And that night she will never forget.
Tears to tears draw the line
l’amour is never forgotten
Years to years in its sunshine
Leaves of life rotten
Dream kingdoms never come
Only the cœur, coeur reappears
Where it was and where its plum
Sometime sometimes not clears
Through time's dark
Each mood and affection
Golden visions not to spark
Into the heart's connection
Hours onward to end die
Affliction of dark to see
There once were tears to cry
From under its l’amour plea
What shall last a little while?
Into roads going through
Hours futile is like the mile
Only walked when needn't to
Tears to tears my roots have dried
Reappearing grayish dim
Into its much heartbreak tide
Hostage in a mime whimsy whim
What are toi waiting for Nova's waiting for you...
Hope I see toi there!
l’amour Malmcd
Eclipse
Viva
Desta
Artista
Eva
Luna
Envy
Harma
Misty
The life I am living
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my cœur, coeur also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
par my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
seems so unreal,
feels like an
endless scary toil,
as I fight
my deep-rooted fears,
unable to hold back
my tears
I pray that
my mind adheres
and my cœur, coeur also hears
my pleas...
I fear
that my soul
is being hoodwinked
par my mind
…my mean mind
that is so unkind
It simply delights
in the agony
Though I don’t think
it’s so funny
making me dance
to its tunes
as if I was a bunny...
My dream seems now
like a nightmare
As I feel intense
but bare
Never knew
I had to prepare
…to stare
at dark, starless
nights
missing those
lovely fights
we had…at midnights
those highlights
of our love...
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it par the hand
And it led me to hell
With amande eyes
Such startled eyes
It a dit it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It posté me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it par the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it par the hand
And it led me to hell
With amande eyes
Such startled eyes
It a dit it wouldn't hurt
So I sandalled down the desperate stairs
Slipping on ancient dirt
With coos and yelps
And triumphant smile
It posté me a letter
And here I am as sick as the dead
With no hope of getting better
It was a little thing
Such a little thing
And it begged me not to tell
So I took it par the hand
And it led me to hell...
I don't claim this poem as my own, but I will put up some of my poems I wrote l8er
