All Chapters of Gn 001 book-00022: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

From Long time ago ,a king of the Sassan kings in Morocco who own a soldier, servants and very rich. He has two sons, one of whom is large 'His name is Shahryar' and the other is small 'His name is Shahrman'Each one from Kings son leave in different country and didn't meet each other from long time.Shahrayar who is the biggest wants to see his brother so he traveled alot till he reached his brother. He left evrything and went out requesting the country of his brotherWhen he was in the middle of the night going to his brother, he remembered a need he had forgotten in his palace, so he went back and entere

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“Hey holidaymakers! It’s twenty-eight degrees here in Cawlin Cove, and I hope you’re having  tremendous fun on the beach this morning.  Now don’t forget the sandcastle competition this afternoon, yours truly and one or two extra special guests will be out and about judging them at around two this afternoon. We have some amazing prizes for the winners. Now I can see from the studio window that the surf is up, so all you surfer dudes take care out there. This is Jake Nankivil giving you fun in the sun from Radio Cawlin FM.”    The local radio station blared out from the back of the postcard and gift shack on the front of Cawlin Cove’s South Beach, and after two weeks of mugginess, torrential rain and thunderstorms the weather now returned to blister

I could tell that everything that was represented as darkness is bringing us closer into something even more wild and wicked another soul whose burden is of the seas.     In open arms there were six of us. One true evil spirit that lives here with us is the eye of the storm. He's the one that activates everything in the blink of a single eye.Before the truth came about it was the lies that seemed to connect most of us. However, unrelinquished s it seems we can predict safe concerns for something so inclining as it is for the ships that passes by as the lights like to linger upon ocean reflection's.    In other words it could have been declared as something else, a rather implicating thing that swiftly scores the outcome in its devilish smile so that the world can enter the only home we ever had. Hell.    Even if we were to destroy things this was always a monster whose mask is trying to redfine the death of a reaped mind

Mirella had her eyes closed as she was feeling the soft breeze coming from the sea in front of her. Her hands were grasping the railing and her hair was flowing freely on her back. She was so consumed by the serenity of the surroundings she didn't notice a man walking behind her. The stranger settled a few meters away from her. He had his back on the sea, his arms on the railing, and was just staring at something in his front. Both were lost in thoughts. Both were under the spell of the afternoon breeze. Both were inside a dream.