This is an original story I wrote! The first volume is done, and the 35th chapter is online!
Synopsis: Hollyhock, a deadly assassin, has her life saved by a powerful witch by the name of Hazel. Now Hollyhock wants revenge, while Hazel is looking for new experiences and a good time. But it seems destiny has much more in store for both of them. They’ll delve deep into the world of crime and magic and find out more about themselves than they imagined. Can they survive their journey to the truth together; or are bullets and spells too different to coexist?
Content warning: this series as of the first volume contains scenes of graphic violence, bodily harm, drug abuse, and mentions of sexual violence (it’s never directly depicted).
The link at the top comment leads to the first chapter on Webnovel.com but I also post on the following sites:
Wattpad
ScribbleHub
Tapas
RoyalRoad
If you give it a read, I’d appreciate it if you’d liked the story, commented, and I’d super appreciate it if you shared it as well!
I try not to eavesdrop on ppl’s conversations but this woman on this bus is having a very loud phonecall with the police that, with the context she provided, arrested her daughter, and potentially harassed her? And apparently she has video confirmation of this! She wants to speak to someone’s sergeant, she wants to sue the whole precinct! I’m supposed to just tune all this out 😭?
I’m not someone you want to aid you in a legal battle 😩 a lawyer should be sought first before me.
As I’m writing this, she just said her daughter is 14?! And a female cop stood by while this was going on?! She gotta get everyone’s badges for a hood ornament! Turn that precinct into a bbq place, smoke these pigs!
Prayer missionary JUST asked the whole bus to pray for and support her, as she’s tearing into the sergeant very audibly, the whole bus knows. I failed to mention this is a church trip.
I try not to eavesdrop on ppl’s conversations but this woman on this bus is having a very loud phonecall with the police that, with the context she provided, arrested her daughter, and potentially harassed her? And apparently she has video confirmation of this! She wants to speak to someone’s sergeant, she wants to sue the whole precinct! I’m supposed to just tune all this out 😭?
I’m not someone you want to aid you in a legal battle 😩 a lawyer should be sought first before me.
As I’m writing this, she just said her daughter is 14?! And a female cop stood by while this was going on?! She gotta get everyone’s badges for a hood ornament! Turn that precinct into a bbq place, smoke these pigs!
I try not to eavesdrop on ppl’s conversations but this woman on this bus is having a very loud phonecall with the police that, with the context she provided, arrested her daughter, and potentially harassed her? And apparently she has video confirmation of this! She wants to speak to someone’s sergeant, she wants to sue the whole precinct! I’m supposed to just tune all this out 😭?
I’m not someone you want to aid you in a legal battle 😩 a lawyer should be sought first before me.
As I’m writing this, she just said her daughter is 14?! And a female cop stood by while this was going on?! She gotta get everyone’s badges for a hood ornament! Turn that precinct into a bbq place, smoke these pigs!
I try not to eavesdrop on ppl’s conversations but this woman on this bus is having a very loud phonecall with the police that, with the context she provided, arrested her daughter, and potentially harassed her? And apparently she has video confirmation of this! She wants to speak to someone’s sergeant, she wants to sue the whole precinct! I’m supposed to just tune all this out 😭?
This could be the last time I write anything while my child is still alive, and I will never forgive anyone who sees this and scrolls past without caring or even sharing.
Today the medicine ran out, and my baby Qais fell unconscious. At hospital, doctor said anemia from bleeding caused this, and I need help to get treatment before it happens again.
I am begging you as a persecuted mother in Gaza, watching my baby bleed in front of me, unable to stop it. Please donate now and help me save his life before it’s too late.
The doctors said severe bleeding and weakness caused this terrifying moment, and without urgent treatment it could happen again anytime, so I ask, can you help me get treatment for my baby Qais??, please donate now.
A mother's plea: Help us survive and protect my child who was born in war.
My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.
I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.
After we got married, I received the news that I was pregnant with my daughter, and I live in constant fear for my unborn child. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and bitter cold. We have been displaced from our home more than nine times, carrying with us nothing but the burden of loss and the hope of survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely protects us from the rain and cold.How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?
After a long pregnancy filled with pain and fear, after nights without sleep, I finally gave birth to my baby girl. She was born in the middle of bombing, surrounded by destruction and poverty—not in a warm room, not in a safe place. Her first cry mixed with the sound of explosions, as if she was announcing her arrival into a cruel world she never chose.
I gave birth to her with nothing but my heart. I cannot promise her anything. Poverty surrounds us from every side, and the cold reaches her tiny body before night even comes. My baby and I are suffering deeply, not because we ask for much, but because I am unable to provide her with the most basic needs: milk, warmth, and safety.
When I look into her eyes, I feel strength. When I look at my empty hands, I break down in tears. I am a mother trying to save her child from hunger and fear, in a world that has shown no mercy even to the dreams of children.😢🥹
To donate or support us, here is the link 👇🙏
Help Sahar and Mohammed Build a Safe Home for Their Baby
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From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏
Hello and thank you for visiting our page. My name is Kristina and I am helping raise funds for Alaa, a single mother in Gaza trying to surv
Hello friends,Please, I am asking for your help and support. My fundraiser is moving very slowly, and my daughter Fatoum is very sick. As you can see in the photos, she has developed a bacterial infection caused by insects and the harsh weather conditions.Her condition is getting worse every day.
We are living through the horrors of war in every possible way. Every day there are innocent children and civilians being killed. My daughter is an orphan. She lost her father in the war, and I do not want to lose her too.
Please, if you can, support and help us. I am only trying to provide the most basic necessities of life for my family and get the care my daughter needs.Any donation, no matter how small, can make a real difference.Please don’t ignore our plea. 🥺😭💔
What I find most interesting about the difference between Superman and Supergirl is that you have this sudden shift in her being. Clark grew up on Earth under a yellow sun so he is very used to his powers, it’s all he’s ever known in a way. But for Kara, who grew up on Krypton, under a red Sun well into her formative years, she was used to your average human capabilities (aside from advanced scientific knowledge). Clark only knows Earth as his home, but to Kara she knew the ppl of Krypton, she knew her family. The weight of loss is infinitely heavier on her than Clark. Then you have this surge of incredible power, that completely changes your whole body. You have to deal with the grief of losing your entire family, your entire planet, and now if you squint too hard you’ll shoot lasers from your eyes. You can’t just bump into something without potentially breaking it. Everything about you is amplified by a billion all while dealing with this grief.
Then you have what’s going on with Clark. A small piece of your family, your people and he doesn’t even know much about them. No fault of his own, he was just a baby, how could he possibly know what he’s lost? But he wears your family crest, and now it’s a great symbol to the ppl of Earth. It still means hope, and because he wears that ppl expect the same thing of you. While you deal with the pain of losing your world, this new strange world where you have new strange powers wants the world of you. Because your cousin considers this his home, he selflessly helps others with his powers and now others want you to do the same. It is not out of malice, he wants his home to be your home too. And to have these incredible powers and do nothing with them seems a waste, so helping others seems the best thing to do. A whole planet expects great things from you, and you have to just swallow this pain.
You have this unimaginable grief and the only person that could possibly understand is Superman. And he doesn’t even how to help, despite wanting to. So you help him help others, hoping that will help you.
My name is Bilal. I am a 35-year-old father of four children 👨👧👦 from Gaza. I lived a simple life with my family. I worked hard every day to provide my children with a decent life and a better future.
But the war took everything from us… 💔
In a sudden bombing, my home was destroyed, and the place that once brought my family together became nothing but ruins. I lost several members of my family, and I, my wife, and my daughter were injured, leaving us with deep physical and emotional suffering.
After losing my home, my job, and my only source of income, I became unable to work because of my injuries. My responsibilities became greater than my ability to provide. Today, I live with my children in a small, worn-out tent ⛺ that does not protect us from the heat of the sun ☀️, the cold of winter ❄️, insects 🐜, or rats 🐭 that have become part of our daily struggle.
Even the little food we manage to get 🍞 does not remain safe for us, as the rats eat it, and my children cannot eat it afterward. We are living in extremely difficult conditions, trying only to survive through fear and hardship 💔.
The tent where we live is located near the yellow line, and we have nowhere else to go or a safe place to shelter. It breaks my heart to see my children suffering while I cannot provide what they need 😢.
I ask kind-hearted people ❤️ to stand with me and help us provide medical treatment for my wife and daughter 🏥, secure the basic needs for my children, and help us overcome these unbearable circumstances after losing everything.
Because of the war in Gaza, I lost everything — my home 🏚️ and my work in law, as I am a law graduate ⚖️. My wife and my daughter Malak suff
Please donate whatever you can to help us and stand by us during this difficult time 🙏. Your support can give my family new hope and help my children have a safer and more dignified life 🤍.
Please share our story with anyone who may be able to help 🤲.
Thank you to everyone who extends a helping hand and feels our pain ❤️.
My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.
I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.
My name is Maram, a Palestinian woman from Gaza. I am 26 years old and a mother of three children: Malik (8 years old), Ibrahim (6 years old
So, please, donate to my campaign, even if it's a small amount—it will have a big impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.
STOP SCROLLING, MY BABY QAIS’S WOUND OPENED AGAIN BEFORE MY EYES.
I started using torn, worn-out clothes instead of medical bandages for my baby Qais, and his wound became infected and opened again because I cannot afford proper supplies anymore.
Tonight, I could not properly clean Qais’s wound because medical supplies are too expensive, so I stood there terrified, watching the infection and bleeding grow worse before my eyes.
I beg you as a broken mother in Gaza who cannot protect her child from pain, hunger, and death. Please, don’t leave my baby Qais alone in this nightmare—donate now and help me save his life.
OH MY GOD, I felt my heart break as I saw my baby Qais unable to move or respond, lying there in pain, and I could not help him. Please donate now and save him
The doctors told me his condition has become extremely critical, and without immediate treatment, he may not survive another night, so so I ask, can you help me get treatment for my baby Qais??
Every day without treatment makes his condition worse, and I am terrified that I am slowly watching him slip away from me. Please donate now—your kindness could help Qais receive the treatment he desperately needs.
I’m saying this with a heart that can’t take more pain. If you read this and scroll away, I won’t forgive you. My baby is slipping away. Please donate now, please share—save Qais.
Tragically, donations have completely stopped, and we are still sleeping on the street after our tent was destroyed. My children have nowhere safe to go. Please donate now and help us rebuild shelter today.
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