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Me reciting the story aloud: CLICK.

A mother ends up basically losing her clutch of eggs and to her own fault. The dragonness had an argument with her husband; as a result of said argument just to get back at him for attempting to have an affair with some random human which was illegal due to it being bestiality, she brings fire upon their clutch of eggs they only had like two this was their son and daughter whom of which both had died.

This led him becoming extremely vengeful, burning her in the Flames of Wrath quite literally and she ended up filing for a protection order against him only for her to essentially be exiled from the country for murdering her children.

You might wonder how a bunch of humans exiled the dragon... well... they didn't. a bunch of dragons exiled the  Dragon. This is a dragon country…

DISCLAIMER:

The links are to me voice acting the lines for the characters. All I've said in the role of Marvin is how he truly feels, but not my opinion.

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It is 1983,

Los Angeles, California.

Believe it or Not:

The Greatest American Heroine

Chapter 1 | Part 1 \ Holly Hathaway

The year is 1983.

When Ralph pulled on the strange, skin-tight uniform, the world stopped obeying its old rules.

Gravity loosened its grip first. One moment his feet were planted on the pavement, the next he was lifting—awkwardly, instinctively—into the air, the city shrinking beneath him as if it had suddenly remembered he was allowed to leave it behind. Strength followed. Not the gym-earned kind, but something terrifying and absolute: doors tore free in his hands, steel bent like warm wax, and blows that should have shattered bone barely registered as taps against his skin.

DISCLAIMER

The writer is an African-American black woman who grew up in America and currently lives in America.

The Story:

Donovan had been in a conversation with his parents. As calm as they were, Jameson had to tell Donovan the truth: "We're sending you away."

Donovan was jarred, he angrily battles: "Excuse me? Where? To college?" In a state of shock.

Scarlett says: "Well, you see, the magazines have betrayed the family and are in court for spilling Royal personal business to the public."

I am an awkward 14-year-old girl who has dusty blue eyes, a pale olive complexion, and straight light gray hair worn loose about the shoulders.  I am tall, a bit pudgy, and can't be bothered with fashion.  I have a great sense of humor and am studying to be an architect.

I am not human.

This playful 45-year-old man named Quix has blue eyes, a fair complexion, and curly ice blue hair cut short.  He is tall, of average weight, and dresses very modestly.  He is a really picky eater and has a morbid sense of humor.

That woman on the right is his fraternal twin sister, Arbaux.

Illness of Ease

I am an autistic Cherokee woman with two babies: my daughter, Pearly, who is 10 months old, and my son, Angel, who is 3 weeks old. My 21-year-old African-American husband, Tyrone, is at home, and my parents are accompanying me on this vacation. If you're wondering how an autistic woman can raise two babies, remember that I am high-functioning.

My name is Jewelry. I am 21. My family brought me to the “Ease Illness Hotel.” You might be curious about the “Ease Illness Hotel.” The “Ease Illness Hotel” is a haven for those with physical or mental illnesses, designed as a peaceful retreat. It was founded as an alternative to mercy killings, offering relief to individuals with conditions like Down syndrome and autism, as well as chronic or critical illnesses.

Yes, there's a hospital on site. I adore this place; it's vibrant! Here, families or individuals can…

My Sin Will Follow Me

I am David, I'm an Israeli immigrant who came to America when I was Seven with my father, Adam. My mother, Sarai, is dead, she died when I was born. I blame myself.

It all started when I was in high school. I met this immigrant Saudi girl, Sara, whom I liked, but I thought she hated me. Saudi Arabians tend to be Muslim, & I feared she may hate me for my faith. I wasn't willing to change my religion, and my family would not have approved. I just chose to keep it a crush. Sara was 16 and I was 14, too young, anyway.

I also worried that her family would kill Sara as a form of honor killing. I didn't want to cause her death because I still thought of myself as the cause of my mother's death.

I loved Sara so…