Books author - "Tennistar"
Selena's eyes instantly fell on a really hot, cute, and muscular boy. His dirty blonde hair perfect and his blue eyes were intense. Could this be my match? Could he be my match?
Every week, in Godling Camp, a child figures out their true parent. God or goddess? They practice fighting until 5 are chosen to go on a mission. The missions are filled with dangers, sometimes love, and usually always death.
Have you ever met someone who remembers everything they see, in extreme detail? A person who can also analyze everything? Eye color, type of nose, mouth shape, and just everything? Meet Kristy Stewart. She was born with memphobia. She has an incredible memory, which sometimes brings back happiness, but mostly sorrow and pain. She is also able to help with crimes with that amazing mind. Super smart and unstoppable.
" You are gonna have to live with me now," Uncle Ray said. " Why?" Vicky asked harshly. " DON'T YOU GET IT! YOUR PARENTS ARE DEAD AND YOUR WHOLE ENTIRE FAMILY IS DEAD! SO YOU HAVE TO COME WITH ME!" he shouted. " No,I hate you," Vicky growled. " Then where will you live?" " " I can manage." " We'll see about that," Uncle Ray said grabbing Vicky.
Selena's eyes instantly fell on a really hot, cute, and muscular boy. His dirty blonde hair perfect and his blue eyes were intense. Could this be my match? Could he be my match?
Every week, in Godling Camp, a child figures out their true parent. God or goddess? They practice fighting until 5 are chosen to go on a mission. The missions are filled with dangers, sometimes love, and usually always death.
Have you ever met someone who remembers everything they see, in extreme detail? A person who can also analyze everything? Eye color, type of nose, mouth shape, and just everything? Meet Kristy Stewart. She was born with memphobia. She has an incredible memory, which sometimes brings back happiness, but mostly sorrow and pain. She is also able to help with crimes with that amazing mind. Super smart and unstoppable.
" You are gonna have to live with me now," Uncle Ray said. " Why?" Vicky asked harshly. " DON'T YOU GET IT! YOUR PARENTS ARE DEAD AND YOUR WHOLE ENTIRE FAMILY IS DEAD! SO YOU HAVE TO COME WITH ME!" he shouted. " No,I hate you," Vicky growled. " Then where will you live?" " " I can manage." " We'll see about that," Uncle Ray said grabbing Vicky.