lookism eli

read and find out.. if you like do give me power stones it will help me feel motivated to write more

[What would you do if you got a second chance at life] Eli Carter was dying, it was inevitable. She had no family, no friends, just dark secrets and a thirst for revenge. She was the epiphany of a villainess but at the peak of her life, it was all cut short. After she is reborn, she becomes a pitiful teenager who is abandoned by her family and left to fend for herself. Unlike most transmigration stories she had read, she had no cheats in this new life. No family? No problem! This time she is determined to live a simple, drama-free life BUT people just won’t let her be!

A male lead who was injured during a vital mission turns out to have more damages inside and out read as he journeys through thick and thin to overcome his difficulties

A average high school loner reincarnated at lookism universe as Gojo This new world is different from the one he was used to here strength determines your status , but he realizes that his fighting skills won't be enough to help him navigate this new world Warning: MC is manipulative up to some extend and terrible at rizzing up a girl NOTE : I own nothing in this fic including the cover pic except my imagination if anyone want me to remove anything just comment

There are not that many lookism fanfics so I said I should give it a try. The problem is that I don't really know how I'll write the fighting scenes since my english is lacking, but I'll see. My motivation is also a problem, but I'll try to release chapters frequently if I see support from y'all. The title isn't good at all, I know. At the moment, I have no title ideas. What to expect from this: A very very very op mc; Not a dumb mc (at least I hope); Oc's; Harem; NO yuri; NO ntr; Some dark moments (nothing will happen to the women that are or will be in the mc's harem, don't worry) It will be pretty fast paced sometimes. I will not always follow the canon. Sometimes I'll make things happen sooner, sometimes later, sometimes not at all. And frankly, I don't remember that well the beginning, so yeah. Since this is a fanfic, and since I added oc's, there will be things that never happened in lookism. Point out any mistakes you'll find. I do not own Lookism. And I also don't know why this is labelled as a novel. That's all. Happy reading

I adored him and assumed he adored me in return. Eliana, a Camellia bloomed only to be pulled out and my roots left to wither by the guy I chose to love and marry. Heinley Briggs is a name that makes people turn their heads or gasp when they see him. My prospective spouse, who instead decided to betray me. Throughout this voyage, I met numerous people who captivated my heart. “I will take you from this kingdom and make you my queen,” says a prince from another nation. Our country's crown prince, “I'm tempted to take your heart, Lady Eliana.” A father who adores me a lot, “Eliana, are you okay?” Finally, my fiancée, "I wish I could resist you, but doing so would be a crime on my side." And there are so many more. Stay with me on my life's journey.

When you meet a true friend, your life will change dramatically. But when you have to choose from your crush and your friends, what will you do? A story of a girl who finds out what true love really is.

Eli, a socially anxious boy, fights the courage to attract attention with his artistic skills. Although, there is one real question. Is it selfish to show off?

My life IT is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life. I have, as it were, a superstitious hesitation in lifting the veil that clings about my childhood like a golden mist. The task of writing an autobiography is a difficult one. When I try to classify my earliest impressions, I find that fact and fancy look alike across the years that link the past with the present. The woman paints the child's experiences in her own fantasy. A few impressions stand out vividly from the first years of my life; but "the shadows of the prison-house are on the rest." Besides, many of the joys and sorrows of childhood have lost their poignancy; and many incidents of vital importance in my early education have been forgotten in the excitement of great discoveries. In order, therefore, not to be tedious I shall try to present in a series of sketches only the episodes that seem to me to be the most interesting and important. I was born on June 27, 1880, in Tuscumbia, a little town of northern Alabama. The family on my father's side is descended from Caspar Keller, a native of Switzerland, who settled in Maryland. One of my Swiss ancestors was the first teacher of the deaf in Zurich and wrote a book on the subject of their education–rather a singular coincidence; though it is true that there is no king who has not had a slave among his ancestors, and no slave who has not had a king among his. My grandfather, Caspar Keller's son, "entered" large tracts of land in Alabama and finally settled there. I have been told that once a year he went from Tuscumbia to Philadelphia on horseback to purchase supplies for the plantation, and my aunt has in her possession many of the letters to his family, which give charming and vivid accounts of these trips. My Grandmother Keller was a daughter of one of Lafayette's aides, Alexander Moore, and granddaughter of Alexander Spotswood, an early Colonial Governor of Virginia. She was also second cousin to Robert E. Lee. My father, Arthur H. Keller, was a captain in the Confederate Army, and my mother, Kate Adams, was his second wife and many years younger. Her grandfather, Benjamin Adams, married Susanna E. Goodhue, and lived in Newbury, Massachusetts, for many years. Their son, Charles Adams, was born in Newburyport, Massachusetts, and moved to Helena, Arkansas. When the Civil War broke out, he fought on the side of the South and became a brigadier-general. He married Lucy Helen Everett, who belonged to the same family of Everetts as Edward Everett and Dr. Edward Everett Hale. After the war was over the family moved to Memphis, Tennessee. I lived, up to the time of the illness that deprived me of my sight and hearing, in a tiny house consisting of a large square room and a small one, in which the servant slept. It is a custom in the South to build a small house near the homestead as an annex to be used on occasion. Such a house my father built after the Civil War, and when he married my mother they went to live in it. It was completely covered with vines, climbing roses and honeysuckles. From the garden it looked like an arbour. The little porch was hidden from view by a screen of yellow roses and Southern smilax. It was the favourite haunt of humming-birds and bees.

Eli, wanita berusia 18 tahun yang sejak kecil dipisahkan oleh keluarganya. Hidup dirumah mewah namun serasa di neraka. Akankah ia bisa kembali bersua dengan keluarganya? Bisakah ia bertemu mereka mengobati rindu yang ia bawa sejak berusia 8 tahun?