Wonder land (love in darkness)

Name: Wonder land (love in darkness)
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Young Adult | Ongoing

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In the mystical world of "wonder land" the unfolding saga revolves around Miriam, an enigmatic young woman whose life becomes entangled with ancient prophecies and supernatural beings. The narrative takes us on a journey through Miriam's struggles, secrets, and the intricate web of fate that binds her to a destiny she can't escape. The story commences with Miriam navigating the challenges of school life alongside her friend Ann. Mysterious events begin to unfold, gradually revealing a hidden world that coexists with the reality Miriam knows. As chapters progress, the plot thickens, introducing characters like Mavis and Vara, each holding their own secrets and connections to Miriam's past and future. In Chapter 1, Miriam encounters a strange boy named Mavis at school, setting the stage for a series of unexplained events. This initial meeting sparks curiosity and foreshadows the deeper mysteries that lie ahead. Miriam's vivid dreams add an ethereal layer to the narrative, blurring the lines between reality and the supernatural. Chapter 2 unfolds the concept of "the transfer," introducing a pivotal test that determines the fate of those who pass. Miriam's friend, Geo, adds another layer of intrigue, hinting at the significance of the test and its mysterious nature. The suspense deepens when Miriam discovers the reluctance of those who have taken the test to share details, leaving readers eager to unravel the enigma.

Family Mystery Fantasy Betrayal First love

Chapter 8 Weaking and awaking

04-09 17:53

Chapter 1 Very thing starts changing

The jarring sound of my alarm clock, bing, bing, echoed through the room, instantly igniting a wave of irritation within me. I despised that noisy intrusion into my peaceful slumber. With a begrudging sigh, I sluggishly pulled myself out of bed and embarked on a hurried morning routine, indulging in a quick bath.

As I descended the stairs, the aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, signaling that my mom was already in the kitchen. Taking my seat at the dining table, I observed her deftly preparing a meal. However, my attention was abruptly diverted by the familiar beep of my phone.

"Hey, Miriam, you're not in school yet. You're going to be late again."

"On my way," I hastily replied before she abruptly ended the call. I sensed her frustration; I must have tested her patience once too often. The truth was, ever since the peculiar recurring dreams began haunting my nights, I found myself consistently running behind schedule.

While contemplating this, an eerie feeling crept over me, as if unseen eyes were watching my every move. I turned around swiftly, scanning the room, but there was no one there. Just as my paranoia peaked, my mom emerged from the kitchen, setting the table for our morning meal.

"Miriam, are you okay?" she inquired, her concern evident in her gaze.

"Yeah, Mom, just tired," I responded with a forced smile, unwilling to burden her with the unsettling thoughts that occupied my mind.

Unconvinced, she took a seat beside me. "Miriam, dear, I know you're not fine. So, what is it? Remember, you can always share with me."

A wave of sadness washed over me, but I hesitated to divulge the haunting dreams and the feeling of being constantly observed. Instead, I maintained my facade of well-being.

"Mom, I'm fine. It's nothing," I assured her, my smile now more genuine.

"Okay, but remember, you can always share," she insisted, her motherly concern unwavering.

In that moment, I appreciated my mom's unwavering support. Though I concealed the turmoil within me, the realization dawned that I couldn't keep my troubles hidden for much longer. With a nod, I focused on devouring my breakfast, eager to distract myself from the unsettling thoughts.

"Finish your meal quickly and grab a cap. I can't drive you to school today; I have a business meeting to attend, and I'm already running late," my mom explained, breaking the brief silence.

As I hurriedly finished my meal, the urgency of the morning became palpable. Despite my mom's responsibilities, her willingness to make me breakfast emphasized the unconditional love and care she showered upon me. With a quick nod, I headed towards the door, hoping the day outside would dissipate the lingering unease that clung to make