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🌈💙🌈ROYAL SPECTRUM🌈💙🌈

Rainbow hues upon the sky,
Butterflies dance, colors high.

Red, orange, yellow, green and blue,
A majestic sight, both old and new.

In blue's royal light, I see my supporters,
A thousand VVIPs, my regal relaters.

Your bonhomie, a treasure rare,
A blue-tinted l💙ve, beyond compare.

Like butterflies, on wings of blue,
You soar, and help see me through.

In every post, a glimpse I share,
Of life's beauty, and it's love to spare.

In the blue spectrum, you are kings,
Oh my supporters, my amazing wings.

With every like, our bond takes flight,
In the rainbow's blue, our connection's bright.

Thanks for your support, you've been the best,
Having you thus far, I am indeed blessed.

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✨Life itself is an institution, 🤔 the only difference between it and the ones students attend is that life gives us a test that teaches us a lesson.

⚽GAME ON⚽

A symphony of passion, a vibrant display,
The beautiful game, come what may.

A rollercoaster of feelings, a tangled art,
Where every kick of the ball plays with the heart.

The roar of the crowd, a deafening sound,
As heroes in boots on the hallowed ground,

Chase leather and glory, with skill and with grace,
A smile on the lips, a determined face.

The thrill of the goal, a moment so sweet,
A net-bulging missile, a magical feat.

Eruption of joy, a sea of bright hands,
The name of the scorer chanted across the lands.

But joy can be fleeting, a turn of the tide,
A slip, a mistake, nowhere to hide.

The agony of defeat, a bitter, cold sting,
The silence that falls when the opposition sing.

A last-minute winner, a desperate save,
The fine, fragile line between glory and grave.

A penalty shootout, the ultimate test,
Where courage is measured and legends are blessed.

The shared elation, a victory parade,
Memories forged, a brotherhood made.

The tears of the vanquished, a solitary pain,
A promise to rise, to fight once again.

Through sunshine and tempest, through laughter and sighs,
The spirit of football will never say die.

A game of emotions, of passion and fire,
Forever and always, it will inspire.

©poem written by;
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LAKEISHA
(The Sharkina Princess) ________________________________________
ROMANTIC
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SUSPENSE
Heart-warming romance set against the backdrop of suspense... ________________________________________
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✨Chapter 11✨

King Walter had lain still, his gills laboring, his condition a baffle to the finest sea-healers.

Queen Oceania had sat beside him in his chamber, taking into his fading frame.....perhaps to watch him draw his last breath.

But then, came a flicker.

The King's eyelids, heavy as sunken treasure chests, fluttered open. A gasp rippled through Turquoise—the Royal Healer, and the Queen as King Walter pushed himself up, his voice, though raspy, booming with its old cruel authority.

“It seems the whispers of my demise were… premature.”

“My Lord, this is a miracle...” echoed Turquoise but his shock expression was no match to Queen Oceania's.

She was crestfallen....only the depths of sea knew to what extent.

Memories flashed; secrets stung when her disoriented eyes met with the King's.

“Bring the girls to me!” King Walter commanded.

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His recovery was the marvel of the seven seas. His greed, never a chilling undercurrent, was now more buoyed by his feverish gratitude for life. He desired spectacle, noise, and a grand display of his resilience.

“Let there be a celebration!” he bellowed from his throne of polished abalone, his voice echoing through the grand hall...to the royal court.

“Let every current carry the news that I, great King Walter has arisen, stronger than ever! Prepare the grandest feast my kingdom has ever witnessed. Spare no expense!”

His eyes gleamed. “Send invitations to all the noble houses. I want the Kelp Dukes, the Fluvial Trench Barons, and yes… ensure a special invitation is delivered to Prince Finn of the Limpopo Kingdom. It is time we strengthened our alliances.”
.....for Scaline had made her admiration known to her father.

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LAKEISHA
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ROMANTIC
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✨Chapter 10 ✨

Lakeisha's vibrant spirit began to fade in the oppressive gloom as the cold, damp walls of the dungeon leeched the very warmth from her shimmering, peach scales. For six hours, she had been chained, her tail heavy and dull in the stagnant water.

The guards, hulking brutes with scarred faces and cruel eyes, took pleasure in her torment. They rattled her chains at odd minutes, their laughter echoing in the small, dark cell.

An hour later, the heavy stone door to the dungeon groaned open, spilling a sliver of light into the darkness. It was not the guards this time, but the Queen’s personal emissary. His voice, devoid of emotion, announced, “By order of Her Majesty, the prisoner Lakeisha is to be released immediately.”

News of Lakeisha's release spread through the royal merservants like a ripple in a calm sea, quickly turning into a tidal wave of gossip and speculation, as her arrest was unknown until an hour ago.

It reached the ears of Princess Scaline and Scale as they sat in the grand coral chamber, their displeasure as palpable as the chill from the deepest ocean trenches.

“Released? It's not even a day, yet she's back to swimming free in our waters?” Scale hissed. Her scales, the color of a stormy sea, seemed to darken with her mood.

Skaline, ever more crueler of the two, added, “Atleast I got to torture her. I wonder who told mother about it.”

“I did,” said Icely who just swam into the chamber. Her eyes holding a hint of fury.

Scaline’s eyes narrowed to slits. She turned on Icely as soon as she approached, her voice dripping with venom. “You? You ruined our fun with your sentimental foolishness.”

Icely met her gaze without flinching. “Fun or grave injustice?!

“Lakeisha did nothing to deserve what you did to her.”

Scale scoffed. “You have no idea fingerling.”

Their argument was brought to an abrupt halt by the frantic arrival of the Royal Healer. His face was pale, his fins trembling as he spoke, his voice cracking with emotion.

“My princesses… it is the King! He has awoken!”

The news hung in the water for a moment, thick with disbelief and a fragile, burgeoning hope.

Their father, the King, had been bedridden from poison weeks ago, his life hanging by a thread.

The healers had all but given up hope. The princesses argument was forgotten, their anger dissolving in the face of this miracle.

For the first time in a long while, Scaline, Scale, and Icely looked at each other not as villians, but as family, united by a common love for their father and the need to see him well again.

Without another word, they turned and swam towards King Walter’s chambers...

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🇨 🇭 🇦 🇵 🇹 🇪 🇷 🇸 📝 💕🍀

Every life is a book, a story unfolding page by page,
With chapters that twist and turn, in joy and in rage.

Some days the words flow like honey, sweet and pure,
Others, they're etched in tears, a story to endure.

Don't give up on your story, no matter the strife,
One bad chapter doesn't define the rest of your life.

The ink of yesterday's mistakes can't blot out the past,
For every life is a work of art, forever to last.

Believe in the story that's still to be told,
The plot twists, the triumphs, the lessons to unfold.

The pen is in your hand, write on, don't be still,
Your life's narrative is yours alone, let it fulfill.

Patience, dear heart, patience, with every line you draw,
For the beauty of your story lies in its intricate law.

The chapters that seem darkest may hold the greatest might,
Illuminating the path, shining a light.

So don't let one bad chapter define your entire tale,
For every life is a book, with stories yet to prevail.

Keep writing, keep believing, keep turning the page,
Your story's not over yet, there's still so much to engage.

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🌨ECHOES OF FROST; SNOWFLAKES IN MY MIND 🌨

Snowflakes fall, a thousand hues,
Your fragile forms, a work of art,
Delicate crystals, intricate views,
A symphony, that touches the heart,
In the morning light, you shine so bright,
Each one unique, a masterpiece rare,
A million diamonds, in the pale light,
A beauty that's, beyond compare.

A season's magic, a time so true,
In foreign lands, you bring delight,
A symbol of Christmas, for we, from you,
A celebration to come, a wondrous sight,
Yet experienced, but so in spright,
My soul feels you in this winter's sphere,
Your soft caress, a whispered sleight,
Tho' I've never touched your frosty fare.

Snowflakes dance, a stunning clue,
A reminder of wonder in every flight,
Your beauty's fleeting, yet eternal too.
As you melt away, in the morning light,
Your cold bites, a taste of your might,
Against scorching sun, a fiery flare,
You melt the heat that may affright.
Your icy kiss, my heart's sweet care.

A dreamy gleam, a crystal light,
Oh, snow, I long to feel your glare,
Of winter's peace, a love that's right,
Your gentle breeze, a whizzing air.

©poem written by;
GTQuill Hub 🌨

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LAKEISHA

(The Sharkina Princess)

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ROMANTIC

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SUSPENSE

Heart-warming sweet romance set against the backdrop of suspense...

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✨Chapter 9✨

“Time.”

Lakeisha's brows furrowed. “Time?” she asked all perplexed.

“Aye. Thy time and hour draweth nigh Nila. The signs of time are soon approaching.”

“I do not know what you mean...”

“Ye knoweth not that thou hath a destiny my child?

“The hope of all Mermalynia kingdom and its citizens lies in the hands of thee.”

Lakeisha laughed.

This must be some joke or something. This ‘time’ was mistaking her for someone else.

Wait, the Queen is the hope of Mermalynia. That threat of a king is already at the verge of death.

So what destiny is this ‘faceless time’ talking about?

“I am not Nila. I am Lakeisha, a merservant of the royal princesses,

“Soon enough the King's carcass will be buried in the depths of the sea and Queen Oceania will rule and bring peace to the Kingdom.”

“Do not be fooled my child for the worst approachest soonest.”

A seahorse appeared from the dark, startling Lakeisha with its beauty.

“Nila, ye must be prepared,” it said and disappeared as soon as it appeared.

“No wait, wait!!”

Lakeisha jolted awake from her sleep—it was all just a dream.

She looked around her seeing nothing good but skeletons of the dead and doom awaiting her in the ghastly foul-smelling dungeon she was in as tears began to curl up in her eyes.

She could not move but yet fathomed from the sounds of chains beside and beneath her that her hands and tail were shackled.

“Help!” she cried feeling dejected.

In Lakeisha's head was the echo of Scaline's boisterous laughter as the royal guard arrested her—for what crime precisely?

“You should know your place Lakeisha!” Scaline had said.

She needed something or someone to vent out her anger on and poor Lakeisha was just the right person.

Well of course Lakeisha should have known that the scene which she had created in front of all the guest would never go unpunished.

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🍀🌸🌿TO HEALTHY COMPETITIONS🍀🌸🌿

In arenas of quest, we gather round,
Where rivals clash, and dreams are found.

A test of wills, a trial by fire,
Where strength and skill, our hearts desire.

But let us not forget, as we compete,
The joy of play, the love we meet.

For in the thrill of victory's call,
We find our limits, we stand tall.

Healthy competition, a noble quest,
Pushes us to be our very best.

It fuels our passions, drives us to strive,
And in the journey, we discover and thrive.

So let us like, share, support, and pray,
With hearts full of cheer, and spirits that sway.

For in the spirit of friendly strife,
We find our growth, our strength, our life.

©poem written by;
GT Quill Hub 🍀🌸🌿

LAKEISHA

(The Sharkina Princess)

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ROMANTIC

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SUSPENSE

Heart-warming romance set against the backdrop of suspense...

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Copyright © 2025 by GTQH

All rights reserved. Opt out of plagiarism! No part of this book may be copied or reposted without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

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✨Chapter 8✨

“Bridle your tongue rightly lest your words corrode you and not edify you,” Lakeisha said taking the little one's hands in hers.

“I'm not in any wrong calling my sisters crazy. I say things as they are—you know when you call a spade a spade,” Icely said defensively.

“What about respecting your elders regardless?” Lakeisha asked and smiled when Icely suddenly became docile.

“It would mean that I'm now of good conduct and desires not all the wrong things?”

Lakeisha chuckled. Icely had always been a cute and savvy little one—very different from the twin.

“Anyone meaning to be good should never desire any wrong thing.

“Although it is rather normal to err as no one can absolutely be perfect.”

“Hmm,” Icely said as if in thoughts. She smiled broadly when a light bulb lit in her head.

“Seems like I get it now. It would mean that I'd always try to do what's right regardless of anyone's behaviour?!

“Stay positive, optimistic and intentional about my choices—no pressures!”

Lakeisha smiled and patted Icely on her head. “Has anyone ever told you that you're too witty for your age?”

“You're the best Lakeisha!”

“And you will make a great Queen one day merlady.”

****

Princess Scaline was infuriated by the time the party was over. First of all who the hell did prince Finn think he was? Such a Finn—ger!! He couldn't even ask to dance with her.

Scaline was never one to initiate communications with anyone and so was Skale. But between the two who solely needed the princes to ask to dance with any of them, only Scale was being asked by Prince Jelly.

Prince Finn was rather concern with politics and his conversations were rather too technical for Scaline to grok.

She could never reckon how many times she'd been dumbfounded by his queries.

That was so stupid!

She swam into her room angrily screaming for Lakeisha to prepare an evening tea for her.

A second later when Lakeisha came all cleaned up to inform Scaline that her tea was ready, Scaline glared at her raising accusing fingers at her too.

“You, who told you to remove the bandages and cosmetics on you? And hey, what was that at the party? How audacious!

“You thought you could seduce the princes looking all vile and despicable and...”

‘Now between them who was the vile and despicable one?’ Lakeisha thought deeply. The next thing she heard Scaline say was—

“Guards!”

*****

“Nila!” came the echo of an eery voice from a dark surrounding.

“Nila!”

“Who is there?!” Lakeisha asked feeling haunted in this opaque settings. There was void and no form in it.

“Not who but what.”

“Then what's there? What are you?!”

“Time.”

Lakeisha's brows furrowed. “Time?” she asked all perplexed.

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💕HERE'S TO A GUIDING LIGHT💕

"A gentle soul, a helping hand,
A friend like you, so rare in any land.

Your kindness shines, a guiding light,
Appreciated more than words can say tonight."

"For all the love, the laughter, and the tears,
For every moment, through all the years.

Thank you for being there, through thick and thin,
Your presence in my life, a treasure to win."

"In appreciation of the little things,
The smiles, the talks, the joy that clings.

For every memory, every shared delight,
You're cherished more with each passing night."

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