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IN HIS HANDS {On Hiatus, The Great Editing Apocalypse}
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IN HIS HANDS {On Hiatus, The Great Editing Apocalypse}

57 Chapters
Author:SoundSoul
Status:hiatus
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A story for you and me, a tale of lies, trickery, great loves, and grave feats. Start compelling trials on worlds lost to time, gone with history. A journey is life, be reborn, by any means. Adena Ce Raphil is the name and learning is the game. It is, "she" is a girl? A girl fathered by men. Looks can be deceiving. Most people see things at face value. She never does. And this my friend is a blessing to some, and others a great shame.  Can a 13-year-old girl open her eyes to see the world for what it truly is? Destiny waits for no one, not the innocent, never the unwary. Misdiagnosed early on in life Adena's trapped in a moving castle, of a... [SYSTEM ERROR] Candr@... Checking...1...2...3 Listen up Boys and Girls, Ladies and Gents, He and She, They, Them, Cats and Dogs, It! “Am I missing anyone?” "Perhaps, Sire." Carrying on, we have ourselves here a recipe for disaster but your life is probably worse. “Hold on...what was that?” "Okay, sponsors are saying that I'm not allowed to say things that will upset the viewers. Remember sinful watchers out there! This story is brought to you by Image Plate+, How can it be real when life's already given you lemons?" Back to the script. Yada, yada, yada...luckily, I won't be subjecting you to that garbage synopsis. Say, “Thank you writers strike!” Ah ha ha..ha. “Tough Crowd.” "Sugar, spice, and she's on thin ice, these are ingredients to create the perfect-" "Woah! I'm not saying that. She's far from perfect and I would know." "But Sire, You have to read the script or!" "Or what? Don't call me sire! What am I even doing here? Who are you? What are you doing here? Shows f@8nixb over, roll the credits!" I almost forgot my dear girl isn’t the most reliable narrator so as a gift from me to you. I'll lend you the eyes of not one child, but a one, a two, a one, two, three, four, cue the music!" "Cause nothing's better than Candralt, why can't we all get along, I hope we can afford the melody to this song, you just watch out for the sirens in those skimpy gimpy red thongs, keeping it cool and casual so the show will go on." “Please, someone. I can't do this forever, my hands have scraped to the bone. I don't remember where I am! How long!!! "Hey! I'm not paying you to sing like a strangled cat. Seek help on your own time!" "Please, Sovereign." -_- "Because Nothing's better than Candralt, Why can't we all just get along, I'm sorry for doing the mistress wrong! It's best to keep the fire kempt, in the night comes a forked tongue, she'll eat your food, and make you pay for what you've done." My first novel, probably won’t be the last. I'll be pushing out chapters as soon as they're ready so that could be more or less at the moment. Soon. I'll schedule chapter releases eventually. (Right now, there are no new chapters. I hate when something I've been reading stops posting. When an author disappears into thin air so no worries?) Ps. I hope there aren’t many similarities between my novel and others I've read a hideous amount. ^_^  yes, the story is "Gamelit" Give it a minute while we're stuck in the [Editing Apocalypse...]

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