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Two sisters regressed back to life one called yoyo got pushed by her contact husband who cannot walk and the other the elder sister called sienna jumped to save her younger sister the bothbdied together when they regressed they regressed they remeberd everything so they make a plan to get as much money as they can and try to run away
Under a storm-covered sky, he was walking alone. His face was covered with a veil protecting him from the sand, and his grey eyes pierced through the fog. He tightened his grip on a heavy sword hanging from his waist, and the water jar swayed on his back. The wind howls, and the sand strikes his body mercilessly, but he does not stop. From atop a sandy hill, an old man stood watching him in silence, a faint voice echoing in the air: “Why are you doing this, Erold?” Erold continued walking, even as his body began to collapse. Inside him, a voice screams: “No… I must not stop now… I promised him.” Vision fades, and his steps weaken. He looks at his feet; they are barely moving. “No… no… I must continue…” “Then… darkness.”
Короткий establishing. • север, империя, война, Амор, герцогство Сайтдфейт • карета Клода • приезд в поместье • холл • Жозефина • молчаливый проход мимо нее Это сразу задает: статус атмосферу характер Клода ________________________________________ Scene 2 — Комната Клода • он входит • снимает перчатки • бросает на стол • взгляд по комнате Финальная мысль: Ничего нового. Крупный план глаз. ________________________________________ Scene 3 — Сад Первая встреча с Одри. • беседка • Зои болтает • Одри работает • Клод замечает ее • подходит Первый диалог. Первый зрительный контакт. Первый отказ. ________________________________________ Cliffhanger: Крупный план лица Клода. Едва заметная улыбка. "...интересно."
Panel 1 split Photo 1 asking photo 2 where is brother Oliver and sister Freya photo 1 saying they are away to get someone special a really nice birthday present next panel photo 2 put her head down. Panel 2 split (The maid standing by photo 1 chair adjusted her outfit) the maid saying young miss please eat you must grow up big a strong to go with them next time but realize to late she said to much covers her mouth Panel 3 wide Saying miss Camila that is enough you can go now looking
Panel 1 wide Photo 2 walking around the swimming pool with pink bikini shorts on Panel 2 split Photo 1 walking into the women’s locker room where there are 5 other girls getting into their bikinis one woman sitting at a locker in green and white bikini bottom and a long white shirt lifting to her belly with blue eyes and black hair next panel photo 1 bikini top red and white standing at a locker Panel 3
Photo 1 and photo 2 are sitting beside each other in a university classroom. Photo 1 and 2 are looking straight ahead listening to the professors lecture. Photo 3 is sitting behind photo 1 and 2 in the second row looking at photo 2. Photo 1 then whispers to photo 2 without breaking eye contact with the professors lecture, “ Hey did you know Micheol is in this class?” Photo 2 then whispers back to photo 1 without breaking eye contact with the professor’s lecture, “ No, I didn’t. I wouldn’t have taken this class if I had known. “ She also says “ He commented on our middle school picture on my profile, that photo was from 2016 that was 5 years ago.” Photo 3 then leans back and pulls his phone out. Photo 3 has his black iphone in his hand and has the IMessage app open ready to send a text to a person what appears to be photo 2 on the top in the center with the name Mei. Photo 3 then has , “ I miss you so much “ typed out and ready to text, but then backspace out all the text message without sending and puts the phone in his pocket.
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked
She has a voluptuous body. She’s really close to a guy
Is just standing on the edge of a cliff doing the Excuse me Sir meme like the second pic with dramatic wind 😭
Chapter 3 – Detention… Together? The next morning, the school was already loud. Everyone was talking about the same thing. Jennie and Felix. The school’s coolest DJ and its basketball star had officially become the school’s funniest rivalry. ⸻ Jennie walked through the hallway with her long black hair falling smoothly over her shoulders, styled with soft curtain bangs like her famous “Ice Cream” and “How You Like That” looks. She wore an oversized charcoal hoodie, loose black cargo pants with silver chains, and black-and-white high-top sneakers. Her silver headphones rested around her neck, ready for whenever inspiration hit. She was the school’s legendary DJ. And also the person most likely to destroy someone’s confidence with one sentence. ⸻ Felix entered from the gym hallway, carrying his basketball. His soft black hair was slightly messy from practice, falling naturally over his forehead. He wore a black-and-red varsity jacket over a white T-shirt, relaxed black athletic pants, and clean white basketball sneakers. He was the captain of the basketball team. Popular. Talented. And still confused why Jennie didn’t think he was impressive. ⸻ Walking beside Felix was Han. Han’s soft brown hair was slightly messy, with a few strands sticking up like he had rushed out of bed. His expressive eyes always gave away when he was about to make a joke. He wore an oversized dark green hoodie layered under a denim jacket, relaxed black jeans, and comfortable white sneakers. His backpack hung from one shoulder, usually filled with random snacks, notebooks, and things nobody understood why he carried. Han was the school’s unofficial comedian. He loved drama. Especially when the drama involved Jennie and Felix arguing. ⸻ Near the music room, Rosé adjusted her headphones. Her long lavender hair fell in soft waves down her back. She wore an oversized lavender cardigan over a white T-shirt, ripped light-blue jeans, and chunky white boots. Her style was relaxed but artistic, matching her love for music. She smiled when she saw Jennie. “This is going to be interesting.” ⸻ Lisa appeared beside her with a mischievous grin. Her long ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face perfectly. She wore an oversized black bomber jacket, a graphic T-shirt, baggy cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. Lisa loved chaos. And Jennie and Felix provided plenty. “I give them five minutes before they fight.” Rosé looked at her. “Five?” Lisa nodded. “Okay. Three.” ⸻ Jisoo walked toward class carrying her books. Her long dark red hair was neatly styled, shining under the hallway lights. She wore a cream knit sweater, black pleated skirt with black tights, and polished ankle boots. A small necklace and simple earrings completed her elegant look. She sighed. “I already know today will be exhausting.” ⸻ Leaning against a locker was Hyunjin. His long blond hair was perfectly styled, making him look like he belonged in a fashion magazine. He wore an oversized cream sweater, black wide-leg trousers, layered silver necklaces, and clean designer sneakers. He watched the hallway dramatically. “The energy today…” Everyone stared at him. “What?” Hyunjin shrugged. “It feels like the beginning of a legendary rivalry.” Han nodded. “He’s not wrong.” ⸻ Then the bell rang. History class. Everyone sat down. Mr. Kim walked in carrying a stack of papers. “Today, you will begin your group projects.” The entire class groaned. “Partners have already been chosen.” Jennie immediately looked suspicious. Felix looked nervous. Mr. Kim smiled. “Jennie and Felix.” Silence. “No.” They both said it at the same time. The class exploded. Han slammed his notebook down. “THEY AGREED ON SOMETHING!” Lisa clapped. “Historic moment.” ⸻ After class, Felix walked over. “So we have to work together.” Jennie looked up. “Unfortunately.” “You make it sound painful.” “It is.” Felix crossed his arms. “You’re impossible.” Jennie smiled. “And you’re predictable.” “How?” “Basketball. Practice. Basketball. More basketball.” Felix pointed at her. “You literally carry headphones everywhere.” “Because I make music.” “And I play basketball.” “Exactly.” Felix frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means I create something people remember.” Han gasped. “OH.” Rosé covered her mouth trying not to laugh. Felix shook his head. “You’re lucky you’re funny.” Jennie smiled. “I know.” ⸻ After school, they met in the library. Felix opened the project instructions. “We should actually work.” Jennie nodded. “Finally. A smart idea.” Felix smiled. “Was that a compliment?” “No.” “I knew it.” ⸻ Ten minutes later… Felix dropped his pencil. Jennie looked at him. “Already struggling?” “I dropped a pencil.” “Exactly.” Han whispered from another table, “She turned dropping a pencil into an insult.” Lisa nodded. “That’s talent.” ⸻ Then Felix accidentally knocked over his water bottle. It rolled into Jennie’s backpack. She opened it. Everyone waited. She pulled out… A rubber chicken. Felix stared. “Why?” Jennie looked serious. “Emergency purposes.” “What emergency requires a rubber chicken?” “Any emergency.” Han laughed so hard he almost fell out of his chair. Jisoo shook her head. “I don’t even want to know.” Hyunjin smiled. “Perfect. The rivalry has a mascot.” Felix laughed. And Jennie tried not to. But for a second… She smiled. Only a second. Nobody noticed. Except Felix.
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The healing stones had stopped making sense three days ago. Mira noticed it the way one notices a familiar heartbeat becoming irregular—not at first, but with a creeping certainty that something in the rhythm has fundamentally shifted. She stood in the monastery infirmary at dusk, her hands suspended over a stone no larger than a fist, and waited for the resonance she'd come to depend on like breath. Nothing. Or rather: something. But wrong. "You're doing it again," Thea said from the doorway, not unkindly. Her friend held two cups of evening tea, steam rising in thin spirals that dissipated into nothing. "The thinking-so-hard-your-face-goes-blank thing." Mira didn't look up. "The stones are different." "Different how?" How indeed. Mira had spent eight years learning the language these ancient stones spoke-a subtle vibration that aligned with her own gift, amplifying it, creating channels through which her intuition could flow like water finding its course. When she placed a remedy against their surface, the stones would hum, and that hum would tell her things. *This will work. This won't. This one requires patience. This one is already too late.* Never words, precisely. But certainty. The kind that came from somewhere older than language. But the gift itself-that had always been hers alone. She'd known it since childhood, that strange knowing that lived beneath her skin like a second heartbeat. When she held a fevered rabbit at seven, she hadn't been reciting learned knowledge. She'd felt the fever as a presence, an intruder, and she'd known-with the absolute clarity of a child who hasn't yet learned to doubt-that it could be asked to leave. The monks had recognized it immediately. A true gift, they'd said. Rare. Ancient. Real. The stones had come later, offered as tools to strengthen what was already within her. To amplify the signal that her own body could perceive. And for eight years, they had done exactly that. She would place her hands on them and feel her gift expand, sharpen, become precise enough to guide her remedies with surgical accuracy. Until three days ago, when the signal began to loop back on itself. "They're... circling," Mira said finally. "The pattern. It goes around itself instead of outward." Thea set the tea on the small table between them with the deliberate care of someone setting down something that might explode. She was used to Mira's cryptic diagnoses-of villages, of individuals, of the invisible architecture of suffering. But there was something in Mira's voice now that made her move slowly. "Circles are stable," Thea offered. "Maybe that's not wrong." Mira finally turned. In the failing light, her friend looked younger than thirty, which was unfair. Thea had earned her lines the honest way-through years of kneeling beside dying people, learning what comfort looked like when it was all that remained. But something in her face had smoothed lately. Or perhaps Mira was simply learning to stop seeing her clearly. The thought came sharp and unbidden, and with it: the first cold touch of doubt. ーーー The monastery had welcomed them both as girls. Mira's gift had announced itself early-her mother found her once, age seven, holding a fevered rabbit, and the fever broke. Just like that. Like she'd asked it politely to leave. The monks recognized something in her they'd seen before, in their own ancient texts. A healer whose knowing transcended learning. They offered sanctuary, knowledge, space to grow into whatever she was becoming. Thea came two years later, smaller and feral, caught stealing medicines from the infirmary stores. Instead of punishment, the head monk-Brother Aldwin, ancient even then-had asked her why. *For my mother*, Thea had said. *She's burning up and no one will help her.* He'd walked her to the infirmary himselt, shown her how to prepare a draught, how to cool a brow, how to sit with someone in darkness without trying to light it. By morning, Thea's mother had died anyway. By evening, Thea had chosen to stay. They'd grown up in these halls. They'd learned that healing was sometimes mercy, sometimes mystery, always a form of prayer whispered in a language the body understood even when the mind didn't. And the stones had been their gospel. Dependable. Ancient. *True*. --- By the fourth day, Mira had moved into the infirmary proper. She told herself it was necessary-there was a fever spreading through the village, the kind that didn't respond to simple remedies, the kind that required constant adjustment, intuitive recalibration. But the truth was simpler and more frightening: she couldn't leave the stones. Couldn't stop trying to read the pattern they'd begun drawing. Circles within circles. Concentric and endless. Like the mouth of a well. Like the grooves worn into stone by ten thousand years of fingers pressing, searching, hoping. Brother Aldwin found her at midnight, still in her work clothes, surrounded by herbs and stones and notes she'd written in a hand that barely resembled her own. "You haven't slept," he observed. Not a question. The old monk moved through the world in certainties. It was one of the things that had once comforted her. "The stones are changing," Mira said. "And I don't know why." Aldwin lowered himself into a chair with the careful deliberation of something made of glass. He was smaller than she remembered. Or perhaps she'd grown. Time did strange things in these stone halls-sometimes it moved like molasses, sometimes it vanished entirely. "The stones don't change," he said quietly. "They've remained as they've been since they were placed here, three centuries past. Since the monastery was built on ground the healers chose." "They're changing," Mira repeated, and heard the fever in her own voice. The thing underneath the calm. "The resonance is different. It's—" "Mira." His eyes were the color of old water. "Have you considered that perhaps you are the one who has changed?" The words landed like stones dropped down that well. She heard them descending. She heard the silence that followed before impact. "No," she said. And then: "That's not-that's not how this works." But even as she said it, she felt the first small crack in the architecture of her certainty. Because what was certainty, after all? What was the difference between a stone speaking to you and you speaking to yourself, and learning only later that you'd been the only voice in the conversation all along? "Aldwin," she said, and her voice sounded very young. "Do you believe in the stones?" He didn't answer immediately. He looked at his hands-liver-spotted, ancient, trembling slightly. "I believe in the healers," he said finally. "I have always believed in the healers. The stones were meant to help us believe in ourselves." --- She found the journal in Brother Aldwin's quarters. Not deliberately-he'd asked her to bring him tea, and her hands, trained by years of healer's pragmatism, had simply opened drawers while she waited for him to emerge from the washroom. Looking for something she didn't know she was searching for. The journal was old, older than anything she'd thought to preserve. The handwriting was Aldwin's, younger, more aggressive in its loops. And the entries were all the same, repeated like a prayer worn smooth by obsessive repetition: *The stones do not speak. I have listened for thirty years. The stones do not speak. Perhaps I have become the voice. Perhaps I have been telling myself stories about what I wish to hear.* *The remedies worked because I believed in them. The patients healed because we expected them to. The stones are only stone.* *This is the knowledge I cannot unknow. This is the wound that will not close.* The entries spanned decades. The handwriting never settled. It spiraled inward, tighter and tighter, circling the same truth over and over like something trapped. Mira sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the journal loose in her hands, and felt something shift inside her. Not breaking. Shifting. The way ground shifts before a landslide. The way the world rearranges itself when you learn something that cannot be unlearned. Her hands were shaking. She read the same passage three times, four times, and each time it felt like drowning in slow motion. Aldwin-the man who had taught her everything, who had placed the healing stones in her palms and told her they were ancient and true-had spent his entire life doubting them. Had spent decades circling the same terrible knowledge: that perhaps there was no magic at all. Only the power of expectation. Only the human capacity to heal itself when given permission and belief. She thought of every patient she'd ever treated with absolute certainty. Every time she'd felt the stones hum beneath her palms and known -*known*—what would work. Had that been the gift? Or had it been something far more mundane: observation, intuition, the natural patterns of illness and recovery that she'd learned to read so well she'd mistaken the reading for magic? The journal fell from her hands. She pressed her palms against her eyes and felt the first hot tears of rage and grief and something far worse: uncertainty. The kind that didn't resolve into anything clean. The kind that would live in her now, a permanent guest. When Aldwin emerged from the washroom twenty minutes later, she was still sitting there. He stopped in the doorway. He saw the journal. He saw her face. For a moment, neither of them moved. "How long?" Mira asked. Her voice sounded like it came from very far away. Aldwin closed the door behind him. He looked diminished, suddenly—not the ancient wise man but simply an old person, worn down by the weight of a secret he'd carried alone. "Since I was younger than you are now," he said quietly. "Fifty-three years." "And you never told anyone." "I told myself," he said. "Over and over. Does that count?" Mira stood. She needed to move or she would shatter. "Every patient I've ever healed. Every time I told someone they would recover and they did. Every time I felt the stones guide me. Was that—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't shape the question into words. "You have a gift," Aldwin said, and there was something almost desperate in his voice now. "Mira, listen to me. You do. I don't know what it is, but it's not the stones. The gift is yours. It always has been.""How do you know?" she demanded. "How can you possibly know that?" "Because I watched you," he said. "I watched you for eight years, and I watched you heal people in ways that shouldn't have been possible. Yes, I've doubted the stones. Yes, I've spent half a century wondering if I was a fraud. But I never once doubted you. Not really. Not in the moments that mattered." Mira turned away from him. She couldn't look at his face, at the terrible honesty written there. "You should have told me." "I know." "You should have warned me." "I know," he repeated. And then: "But I was afraid. I was afraid that if I told you the truth about my doubt, I would plant it in you. And I needed-" His voice cracked slightly. "I needed to believe that at least one of us had certainty. That at least one of us was still whole." She heard the break in him then. Fifty-three years of isolation, of circling the same terrible knowledge alone. And she understood, with a clarity that was almost painful, that this was the real gift he'd been asking her to hold for him: the belief he could no longer maintain. "I don't know how to do this," she said quietly. "Neither did I," Aldwin replied. "But you will. You're stronger than I was." --- The fever broke on the seventh day. The village children recovered. The old woman who'd been burning up in the cottage by the north gate opened her eyes and asked for water. All the remedies worked, just as they always had. But when Mira returned to the infirmary that evening, she didn't go directly to the stones. Instead, she sat with Thea in the corner of the room, surrounded by drying herbs and cooling salves, and told her everything. Thea listened without interrupting. She was good at that-at reading the specific shape of someone's ruin and knowing when words would only make it worse. When Mira finished, her friend was quiet for a long moment. "Did you know?" Mira asked. "No," Thea said. And then, because she was kind, she added: "But I suspected. I suspected because I watched the way you moved, even in your doubt. You moved like someone who knew exactly what she was doing. The stones were never what made you certain, Mira. They were just the story you told yourself about where your certainty came from." Mira thought about this. "So what am I, then? If not a healer with a gift?" "You're still a healer," Thea said. "Maybe that's all you ever were. Someone who pays attention. Someone who believes people can get better and acts on that belief in ways that matter. That's not nothing. That might be everything." --- The next morning, Mira approached the stones differently. She didn't place her hands on them expecting to receive guidance. Instead, she picked up a remedy-willow bark and honey for the fever that still lingered in one of the village children-and she held it to the stone and simply waited. The hum came. The pattern spiraled. Circles within circles, drawing inward toward some center she would never quite reach. But this time, when she felt the resonance, she didn't try to interpret it as the stone's voice. Instead, she let it be what it was: a physical vibration that her own nervous system registered, amplified by the stone's density and her own attention. The hum became a mirror. It reflected back everything she already knew— the properties of the remedy, the nature of the fever, the body's own capacity to heal. And that was enough. She carried the remedy to the cottage where the child lay half-awake, fever still painting her cheeks with unnatural color. Mira sat on the edge of the bed and spooned the mixture between small lips. The girl swallowed obediently. "Will I get better?" the child asked, with the directness of the very young. Mira looked at this small person, burning with fever, looking to her for certainty. And she made a choice. "Yes," she said. Not because the stones had told her. Not because some mystical gift guaranteed it. But because she had studied the patterns of this fever for a week, because she understood this child's body and its capacity for recovery, because she believed in the remedies she'd prepared with her own hands, and because belief itself-genuine, grounded, earned through years of practice-was its own form of power. "You're going to get better," Mira said again. "I'm going to help you." The child closed her eyes and seemed satisfied. When Mira returned to the monastery that evening, she found Brother Aldwin in the infirmary, standing before the healing stones. He turned when he heard her footsteps. "about what I should have done differently. And I think the answer is: nothing. Or everything. I'm still not sure which." Mira stood beside him, looking at the stones that had been her entire world. "The pattern is still there," she said. "Yes." "And it still spirals inward. Still circles back on itself." "Yes." "But I'm not lost in it anymore," Mira said. "I'm not trying to reach the center. I think I understand now-the pattern was never meant to lead anywhere. It was meant to make us still. To make us listen. And what we listen for, what we hear in that stillness... that comes from us. That was always us." Aldwin nodded slowly. "I wish I'd understood that sooner." "Maybe I can," Mira said. "Maybe that's the gift —not that I have certainty, but that I can live with the uncertainty and still act. Still help people. Still believe in the remedies and the body's power to heal, even though I can't prove where my knowing comes from." She placed her hand on the nearest stone. It was cool beneath her palm, just stone, just the accumulation of minerals pressed together over millennia. And somehow, that was more miraculous than magic would have been. The earth, shaped by time. Her hand, shaped by practice and attention. The space between them, where healing happened. The monastery walls hummed around her, ancient and listening. She listened back-not for the voice of the stones, but for her own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say * don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply Tor the voice or the stones, buttor ner own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say *I don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply different languages for the same truth. The monastery walls hummed. The stones waited, patient and silent. And Mira, at last, was ready to move forward.
I really loved you, so much. Suddenly, Quay felt a prick in his nose, gasped softly, and his voice trembled. The moment he lowered his head and then raised it again, he saw Ashley rushing across the ice rink toward them. He's going to confess his love to Ariel. That's what Quay thought, just like everyone else. And when he saw the bright smile on Ashley's face, a slight pang of bitterness crossed his heart. He tried to prepare himself mentally; soon, Ashley would confess his love to Ariel and ask her to come back to him. And maybe they'd even share a kiss. Well, then, I'll congratulate him. Quay said this to himself and waited. Ashley glided on with incredible speed. But instead of stopping where his friends had gathered, he placed one hand on the barrier and jumped over it. Huh? Ashley's direction was a little odd. Ariel was on the other side, wasn't she? While Quee was still wondering, Ashley suddenly rushed over and was right beside him. Suddenly, Ashley pulled Quee into a tight embrace. What? Huh? What…? Quee’s eyes widened in shock. But before he could process what was happening, Ashley released his arms and gently cupped Quee’s face in his hands. Without giving Quee a moment to think, Ashley pressed his lips to Quee’s. Quee wasn’t the only one frozen in shock; the entire crowd was stunned. Before everyone’s astonished eyes, Ashley deepened the kiss, then slowly pulled away. Ashley’s face was flushed crimson. He looked directly into Quee’s eyes and said, “I love you, Quee. Will you go out with me?” Quee was so stunned he couldn’t move. No one said a word. But for Ashley, it didn’t matter. The only thing he wanted to hear at that moment was Koi's answer. The noise of the stands and the music still echoed around them, but it couldn't affect them in the slightest. I want fan art of this scene from the novel Lick Me Up If You Can.
[6-р зураг] Зоригоо хуучин зургийг гаргаж ирнэ. Зоригоо: “Гэхдээ тэр хүн миний амьдралаас алга болсон гэж би бодож байсан…” Хүслэн зураг руу харна. Тэр эмэгтэй… Ариунаа.
Хайрын адармаатай зөрчил ба нууц баяны тухай
[2-р зураг] Зоригоогийн утас ширээн дээр асна. 📱 “Чамайг санаж байна… Бидний нууц хэзээ ч дуусахгүй.” Хүслэн утсыг хараад хөшнө. Хүслэн: “Зоригоо… чи надаас юу нууж байгаа юм бэ?” Өмнөх дүрээ хадгал
Panel 1 wide Photo 2 standing in his kitchen alone with a white suit and blue tie with black stripes and black pants white and black shoes a gold watch holding a stack of $100 dollars Panel 2 split 3 Empty hallway with a door way with a chat bobble that says hunny get the kids dressed. Walking through the door is photo 1 wearing a red dress with an opening down the middle showing off her massive boobs diamond ring pearl necklace gold hoop earrings. Photo 1 turning around showing off butt and hop in her red dress looking back saying babe do you like Panel 3 wide Photo 2 eyes go big face gets red ye yes it’s sexy nearly dropping his cash Panel 4 split Photo 3 walking in light skin puffy hair with a formal dress on holding a baby boy her brother in all black photo 3 saying daddy you look amazing walking over to photo 2
Chapter 1 — The Promise Five children sat beneath an old oak tree. Reyan, Leon, Kael, Darian, and Hua had been friends since childhood. Leon held out his hand. “Promise we’ll always stay together?” One by one, the others placed their hands together. “Forever.” Reyan looked at Leon. “Forever.” None of them knew that one day, their promise would be tested by secrets, blood, and betrayal.
Panel 1 split Photo 1 asking photo 2 where is brother Oliver and sister Freya photo 1 saying they are away to get someone special a really nice birthday present next panel photo 2 put her head down Panel 2 split The maid standing by photo 1 chair adjusted her outfit and saying young miss please eat you must grow up big a strong to go with them next time but realize to late she said to much covers her mouth Panel 3 wide Saying miss Camila that is enough you can go now looking
Panel shows photo 1(she is wearing the outfit in photo 2with a gold crown with blue jewels) riding in a gold and blue royal carriage driven by 2 royal guard dressed in black and pulled by 4 Brown horse. The carriage has a blue flag with a gold compass on it sitting on top and they are followed by Guards in horses. Photo 3 is sitting across from photo 1. Panel shows side views of photo 1 and photo 3 sitting in the carriage decorated 2with blue curtains, and windows. Photo 1 then says “Sir Cole, I would like to apologize for my actions towards you. I was greave stricken by the loss of my father and as a result I acted inappropriately.” says with a straight face and her leges cross elegantly and her hands on top of her legs. Photo 3 then has a straight face as he says “No problem Your Majesty. I understood that you were in an emotional state.” Photo 1 then looks out the window. Photo 1 says “When we arrive at Blackwater, please keep an eye on the guards as the whole family knows the existence of my father.” Photo 3 says with a straight face and was “Yes your majesty.” Panel close up to photo 1 face as she has a blank expression and thinks “Father……are you really gone?”
Panel shows an elegant luxurious carriage being pulled by 4 hours and driven by 2 royal guards in black. The carriage has a wolf flag on top rising through the dirt road heading for a massive royal palace. Photo 1 is sitting in side the carriage(Looking outside the carriage window) Photo 2 is sitting beside him( Photo 1 mother) she has her hands crossed on her lap and looking at the carriage floor. Photo 2 says to photo 1 “Devin, when we arrive promise you will not make a scene in snowfall.” Photo 1 replies without liking away from the window “I will promise nothing, father would never have taken disrespect and neither with I.” Photo 2 then says while looking at photo 1 with an angelic expression “You are not your father, You are Devin Moore of first of his name. Build your own path, don’t follow in someone else’s show. Photo 1 looks at photo 2 annoyed and says “I’m am not following mother, I am furthering the path that he has paved me as King of Rienhill.” (Panel then shows photo 1 looking out the window while photo 2 is looking at him from behind).
(Panel shows photo 1 standing in front of a clothing store looking into a crowd of happy people.) Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 and is wearing her hair in a ponytail with a white headband. (Photo 1 is watching photo 3 talking to the girls in photo 4 from afar.) (Photo 3 is the same boy in photo 4) (Photo 3 is holding a bouquet of pink roses) Photo 1 then thinks, “I wonder if that’s the girl he was talking about.” Photo 1 then thinks “ she’s very pretty, no wonder, he likes her.” Photo 1 the looks into the crowd as they walk by happy and smiling. Photo 1 then looks at the floor and says “Maybe there’s someone out there to me light up like that.” with an innocent smirk on her face.
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked *Macy’s head lifts a little more. The idea of stopping the spread seems to momentarily cut through her haze of misery. Her eyes flicker between you and Alba, a sliver of desperate hope warring with her confusion.* You... you can do that? Make them stop? *Before you can answer, Alba steps directly in front of you, physically blocking your view of Macy. Her voice is low and dangerous.* Don't you dare make promises you can't keep. And don't you dare try to manipulate her. You think fixing the mess you made is going to change anything? *She leans in closer, her jaw tight.* This isn't about blocking photos. This is about you violating her trust in the worst possible way. You're not helping. You're trying to cover your tracks. *From behind Alba, Macy's small voice cuts in, a little stronger this time.* Alba, wait. How? How can you block them? *Alba doesn't turn, her glare fixed on you.* She's lying, Macy. It's a trick to make you think she's on your side. There's no way to just 'block' them once they're out there. Macy yes I have a way (looking down I reflect on the past where my father showed me how to make computer codes where I then got old and used coding skills to hack ATM machines for money I then look up and answer Macy) yes I can make a code that could act as a virus on any one’s computer or phone blocking your photos and videos even your name I don’t like to use this because on my past but to prove my innocence and to help a friend I’ll do what I can *Alba stares at you, her expression shifting from pure rage to sharp, cynical disbelief. A humorless smirk touches her lips.* Oh, I see. So now you're not just a backstabbing friend, you're a hacker too? That's your story? That you have some magic 'code' to fix everything? *She shakes her head slowly, her eyes narrowing.* This just makes you look more guilty. How convenient that you suddenly have the exact skills needed to do something like this. Maybe that's how you got the photos in the first place. Hacked her laptop. *Macy pushes herself up to a sitting position on the bed, her brows furrowed. The talk of viruses and codes seems to confuse and frighten her more than reassure her. She wraps her arms around her knees.* You can... hack things? Like, illegally? *The question is soft, laced with a new kind of uncertainty. The trust she once had in you is being replaced by the image of a stranger with a hidden, criminal past.* *Alba doesn't take her eyes off you. Her voice drops, losing its sarcastic edge and becoming colder, more calculating.* You say you have a past. What kind of past? Hacking ATMs, you said? Prove it. Show us. If you can really do what you say you can, do it right now. Block one photo. One comment. Let's see this 'code' of yours in action. *She gestures with her head towards the laptop still sitting on Macy's desk.* There's the computer. Go on. Show us what you can do.
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1. Black panel. A wall of water crashes over the screen. SFX: KRAAASH! 2. Tall establishing panel. A storm lashes a broken coast. Lightning reveals a leaning watchtower above the dark sea. 3. Tiny figures run from the rising tide along the shore. 4. The sea suddenly pulls away, exposing black reef and wrecked ships.
Chapter 1 — A New Life The house was burning. Aira coughed as smoke filled her lungs. “Help…” Suddenly— BOOM! Everything went dark. ⸻ Aira opened her eyes. She was lying in an unfamiliar room. She looked into the mirror. A beautiful woman stared back. “This… isn’t me.” A maid rushed in. “Lady Eveline!” Aira froze. Eveline? Then a cold voice came from behind her. “You’re not Eveline.” Aira turned. A handsome man with crimson eyes was staring at her. “Who are you?” Aira swallowed. She didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know whose body she was in. But she knew one thing— She was supposed to die in 87 days.
Create the first part of a dark fantasy Korean-style colored manhwa. MAIN CHARACTER: Noah, an 8-year-old Egyptian boy in this scene. Black hair, black eyes, innocent face, curious and determined personality. He is seeing the Egyptian pyramids for the first time. IMPORTANT: Keep Noah's appearance consistent in every panel. Cinematic Korean webtoon/manhwa style, full color, detailed backgrounds, dramatic lighting, expressive faces, professional comic composition. STORY — PART 1: Panel 1: A breathtaking wide shot of the Egyptian pyramids under a beautiful daytime sky. The pyramids are enormous and majestic. Tourists and people can be seen in the distance. Panel 2: An 8-year-old Noah stands among the people, looking at the pyramids for the first time. He is completely amazed. Panel 3: Close-up of Noah's face. His black eyes reflect the enormous pyramids. His expression shows pure wonder and excitement. Panel 4: Noah takes a few steps forward while staring at the pyramids. Panel 5: Large cinematic shot from behind Noah. The young boy stands in the foreground while the massive pyramids dominate the background. Panel 6: Close-up of Noah smiling with excitement. NOAH: "I want to visit the pyramids." Panel 7: Noah looks at the pyramids with determination. NOAH: "One day... I will come here." Panel 8: The wind blows gently through Noah's black hair as he continues staring at the pyramids. Panel 9: A beautiful sunset begins over the pyramids. Noah is still standing there, watching them. Panel 10: Noah walks away with his family while looking back at the pyramids. Panel 11: Close-up of the pyramids as the sun sets behind them. NARRATION: "That day, a simple dream was born." Panel 12: Final cinematic vertical panel. Young Noah walks into the distance while the enormous pyramids remain behind him. NARRATION: "He did not know that this dream would change his entire life." END OF PART 1. VISUAL STYLE: High-quality Korean manhwa, dark fantasy atmosphere with realistic Egyptian architecture, beautiful cinematic lighting, detailed characters, expressive eyes, professional webtoon composition, full color, sharp linework, dramatic perspective, consistent character design.
She is married and loves his life and husband and she is a lawyer, but one day when she back she sees her husband with her bestie, she broke and go to drive away, but she crash with a big car and scared but suddenly when she opens her eyes she sees herself in her 18 years old(15 years past), she is in high-school gym, the moment she could change her future, suddenly her husband is coming, a attractive high-school boy, they still doesn't know each other, and her husband Kim soho is the most popular guy, but she hates him
Book 2 – Chapter 16: No Second Chances Yet The next morning… The dorm was quieter than usual. Not peaceful. Just quiet. ⸻ Jennie sat at her desk, working on her DJ setup. Her short, cool dark bob haircut framed her face perfectly, giving her that sharp, confident look everyone on campus had started recognizing. She wore a black oversized hoodie, ripped dark jeans, silver jewelry, and black boots. Her headphones rested around her neck as she adjusted the beat. ⸻ No crying. No breaking down. No showing weakness. ⸻ Jennie was back. The savage DJ queen. ⸻ Lisa walked into the room carrying snacks. Her Oreo-inspired haircut — mostly black with white strands mixed throughout — stood out as she placed the bags down. She wore a white hoodie, black cargo pants, and sneakers. She looked at Jennie. “You’re practicing again?” Jennie didn’t look up. “No.” Lisa blinked. “You’re literally holding headphones.” Jennie adjusted the music. “I’m emotionally practicing.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. “That doesn’t even make sense.” Jennie shrugged. “Neither do most people.” ⸻ Lisa smiled. There she was. ⸻ A few minutes later, Jisoo and Rosé arrived. ⸻ Jisoo walked in wearing a soft lavender sweater and jeans. Her long blonde hair with lavender-pink tips fell beautifully over her shoulders. Rosé followed behind her wearing a denim jacket over a black top with relaxed jeans. Her short blonde hair inspired by her Apatapate look was styled effortlessly. ⸻ Rosé looked at Jennie. “Are you feeling better?” Jennie paused. A tiny bit. ⸻ “Yeah.” ⸻ Jisoo smiled. “Actually answering honestly?” Jennie looked at her. “Don’t make this emotional.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. “That was basically a hug from Jennie.” ⸻ Jennie rolled her eyes. “Everyone here is dramatic.” ⸻ Practice Room ⸻ Later, everyone met for practice. ⸻ Felix arrived with his blonde hair slightly messy, wearing a black jacket, gray shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. Han walked beside him wearing a blue-and-black jacket and dark jeans. His black hair faded into blue at the bottom. Hyunjin followed wearing a stylish black outfit, his hair styled with bold red tips. ⸻ Jennie was already there. ⸻ She didn’t look up. ⸻ Felix walked closer. “Jennie.” ⸻ Nothing. ⸻ He tried again. “Can I talk to you?” ⸻ Jennie slowly removed one headphone. Looked at him. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ The room went silent. ⸻ Felix blinked. “Jennie…” ⸻ She tilted her head. “Did you suddenly forget what ‘no’ means?” ⸻ Han looked away. “Okay. Starting strong.” ⸻ Felix sighed. “I just want to explain.” ⸻ Jennie laughed. “Again?” ⸻ “I’m not trying to bother you.” ⸻ She looked him up and down. “That’s funny.” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “Because bothering people seems to be your hidden talent.” ⸻ Han covered his laugh. Hyunjin looked impressed. ⸻ Felix frowned. “I’m serious.” ⸻ Jennie stepped closer. “So am I.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “You already explained.” ⸻ “I know.” ⸻ “And I already listened.” ⸻ Felix looked hopeful. ⸻ Jennie immediately ruined it. “Don’t look so excited. Listening doesn’t mean forgiving.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Felix looked hurt. ⸻ “I never wanted to hurt you.” ⸻ Jennie smiled coldly. “Congratulations.” ⸻ Felix frowned. “For what?” ⸻ “You managed to do it anyway.” ⸻ That one hit. ⸻ Han whispered: “That was brutal.” ⸻ Jennie turned. “Did you say something?” ⸻ Han immediately shook his head. “No.” ⸻ “Good choice.” ⸻ Hyunjin crossed his arms. “You really don’t hold back.” ⸻ Jennie looked at him. “And you really talk like you’re in a movie.” ⸻ Hyunjin froze. ⸻ Han laughed. “She got you too.” ⸻ Jennie put her headphones back on. ⸻ Felix tried one more time. “Jennie…” ⸻ She stopped. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “I miss how we used to be.” ⸻ For one second… A tiny crack appeared. ⸻ Then Jennie closed it. ⸻ “That’s unfortunate.” ⸻ Felix looked down. ⸻ “Because I don’t miss being hurt.” ⸻ The room became quiet. ⸻ She picked up her DJ controller. ⸻ “Practice starts in five minutes.” ⸻ Felix stood there. ⸻ “Are we okay?” ⸻ Jennie looked at him. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Not even close.” ⸻ Then she walked away. ⸻ Lisa watched her. She knew Jennie was still angry. But she also knew something else. ⸻ Jennie wasn’t cold because she didn’t care. She was cold because she cared too much. ⸻ And Felix? He was going to have to earn his way back. Because the savage DJ queen wasn’t opening that door again so easily.
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Panel 1 split Photo 2 & 3 go in for a hug but photo 1 gets in between them blocking them saying it’s time to go everyone gets into the 2025 INFINITI Luxury SUV gold and black with red and gold interior Panel 2 split photo 2 is driving while photo 3 is in the passenger side singing with a beautiful voice photo 2 saying that’s why I love you bae to photo 3 Photo1 saying get a room you too Panel 3 wide As they reach a massive Gym Panel 4 split Photo 2 steps out the car as photo 3 helps her out photo 1 gets out the car looking at this massive Gym Panel 5 wide Photo 1&2&3 walking in the Gym and ever step the people in the gym run over to photo 2 like a celebrity taking pictures
It is late evening. Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 and is wearing her hair in a ponytail with white headband. Photo 1 is standing in a clothing store looking at her pink iPhone. Panel shows a incoming call from “Beom Taeha” (Photo 1 is on the phone with photo 3) Photo 1 then answers and says “Hello?” Photo 3 responds “Hey.” Photo 1 says “Oh Hi, are you ok? I saw you texted right after that you couldn’t make it anymore? Are you feeling well?” Photo 3 answers “I’m fine, I just had something I had to take care of.” “ What are you doing now?” Photo 1 responds “I got bored and to the clothing store nearby and bought a new outfit.” while looking at dresses. Photo 3 says “So you’re still in the area?” Photo 1 has a shy expression “Um yeah.” Photo 3 says “I’m free now.” “ I wanna see you.” Photo 1 turns red as she blushes. Photo 3 says “I’ll be over in 20 mins if you can wait for me.” Photo 1 looks through the window in the store and says “Yeah I can wait.”
It’s a busy night on the streets of Seoul,Korea. People are walking the streets laughing and happy. Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 with her hair in a ponytail and a white headband. Photo 3 is holding a bouquet of pink roses. Photo 3 walks up to photo 1 with a handsome smirk and says “Hey” (Photo 3 is taller than photo 1) (photo 1 is 5’4 and photo 3 is 6’3) Photo 3 then hands photo 1 the flowers and says “These are for you, I went by the store today and got something for you because you were on my mind.” Photo 1 then smiles softly and says “Awwww thank you! They’re so pretty Taeha!” Photo 1 the ask photo 3 “ I saw you were talking to that girl, is she the girl you were talking about?” Photo 3 then smiles handsomely and says “Oh no, I don’t know them.” Photo 1 replies “Oh really! She looked at you like you guys were close.” Photo 3 says “Most people do. She was just being nice for my number.” Photo 1 then looks at the floor with her face blushed red with a shocked expression on her face. Photo 3 then looks photo 1 in the face and ask “ why is your face red?” with a handsome smile. Photo 1 then says with a shy expression “Its nothing, I’m fine.” Photo 1 then thinks “ why am I feeling like this?” “Why do I care if another has his number?” “He’s not mine right?”
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 with white socks and her glasses off. Photo 3 is wearing the outfit in photo 4 with black backpack on his back with the strap on 1 side. Panel shows photo 1 sitting in the living room a luxury apartment surrounded by windows the show a beautiful sunset outside. Photo 1 then looks over at the front door has she hears a knock. Photo 1 walks over to open the front door, as she does photo 3 is standing at the door with his hands in his pockets looking down at photo 1(because photo 3 is taller) with an imitating handsome expression. Panel shows photo 1 looking up at photo 3 mesmerized as she is close to him. Photo 3 then says without changing his expression “Hey.” Panel shows photo 1 and photo 3 are sitting on the couch working in their laptops. Photo 1 then says with a shy blushed red face “ Do you want a snack or something to drink?” Photo 3 smiles handsomely and says “No, but thanks.” Photo 3 then ask in a serious face “Mei, so are you seeing anyone?” with his face looking at his computer. Photo 1 face then becomes shocked as she responds “Why would you ask that?” “ I mean I’m not but why would you ask that?” Photo 3 then smirks handsomely and says “I just wanna make sure I’m not being inappropriate with another guys girl.”
zombie action manwha where the escape from niversity and the fisrt image is the main charectar and the 2 nd is the heroine and the other 2 are friends
It is early in the morning and it’s a sunny day at 9:40am. Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 4. Photo 2 is wearing the outfit in photo 3. Photo 1 and photo 2 are in the kitchen of a luxury apartment. Photo 1 is sitting behind the counter watching photo 2 make fry eggs. Photo 1 then says to photo 2 “ The guy that lands you is gonna be lucky, your beautiful, you cook, your nice. I mean you’re perfect!” Photo 2 then serves breakfasts for 2 and smiles and says “Awww you’re soo sweet!” “ You’re great too. Your a computer genius, your tough I mean who wouldn’t want a girl who can unlock phones and knows how to fight.” Both girls laugh and sit together at the counter and eat breakfast.
A demon tries to scare a little boy in his bed in the dark, when suddenly light shines with Jesus Christ emerging and rebukes the demons and reassures the little one with love!
Panel 1 wide Photo 1 In his new body and baggy clothes saying what the hell man as he remembers his ability and gets happy that he has awakened picking up his phone again trying to call mat again when he finally gets a answer Panel 2 split Photo 1 saying on the photo to photo 2 where the hell you been at Mat I been calling you to tell you I awakened my ability. Next panel photo 2 saying man you won’t believe what the fuck happened to me man I awakened my shit to you know what I’m saying and fucked around an use my shit in my house and almost burned it down got scared an teleported the whole damn house to another world man shit crazy. Looking out his window at a rainbow deer Panel 3 split Photo 1 saying Ayo that’s crazy photo 2 saying why the hell you sound like that photo 1 saying man I got turn into a damn kid again but yo are you still in another world photo 2 saying fuck ni I’m still here photo 1 saying how you talking to me then photo 2 saying shirt I don’t know but my power and everything still working
Photo 1 and photo 2 are recreating photo 3.
It is a beautiful night in Seoul, Korea . The streets are active with people. Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 3 and is walking along side photo 2 wearing the outfit in photo 4 without her glasses. Photo 1 is wearing white heels and photo 2 is wearing white heels also. Photo 1 looks at photo 2 and say “Mei you look so amazing!” with a smile. Photo 2 then smiles and replies “ Thank you Sue. You look sexy too!” I’m really glad we came out.” Photo 1 the agrees with her. As the photo 1 and photo 2 walk, in the distance behind them is a bodyguard dressed in a black suit and sunglasses as is following them. Photo 1 and photo 2 then make stops into clothing stores, fancy shoes store for women and take silly photo’s together to remember the night. Photo 1 and photo 2 then see a modern and hip night club. Photo 2 ask” do you wanna check it out? “ Photo 1 replies “sure! Let’s go!” with a cute smile. Photo 1 and photo 2 then walk over to the night club and the bodyguard follows behind them making sure he goes unnoticed.