(𝐌𝐘) 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒
3 stories
π“πšπ­π­π¨π¨πžπ π‡πžπšπ«π­ by carlcttas
π“πšπ­π­π¨π¨πžπ π‡πžπšπ«π­
carlcttas
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  • Parts 8
πƒπ’π§πš: The one person I cant have, the one person who tore out my heart, is destined to destroy my family and all that they have built. The one person that I should not have fallen for, I have. What a cruel twist of fate. 𝐌𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐚𝐒π₯: I have to do this, I have no choice. This is the only way she'll know that she's is going to have a better life, one where she doesn't have to worry that someone is out there to hurt her. I'm doing this for her benefit, and mine. κ”« Characters are mine, storyline is mine, pictures aren't mine.
πŽπ”π‘ π“πŽπ‘π“π”π‘π„πƒ π’πŽπ”π‹π’ by withlcve
πŽπ”π‘ π“πŽπ‘π“π”π‘π„πƒ π’πŽπ”π‹π’
withlcve
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  • Parts 5
πƒπ€π‘π‹πˆππ† 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 Mirabelle Ashby slips through Winterhart University like a specter stitched from moonlight; soft, untouchable, haunting. Her ribbon-bound hair falls like ink against her pale neck, a quiet rebellion against the world that once tried to break her. She studies the human mind not out of idle curiosity but because she craves understanding of the fractures that live inside her own skin. But curiosity can be fatal. The day she turns her attention to the asylum's most dangerous secret, the careful silence of her life begins to splinter. The world grows sharp, shadowed, and she feels it, a presence circling her like a predator, pulling her toward something she has no name for. 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 π…π‹π€πŒπ„ Ronan Deverux wears his madness like a crown; defiant, unyielding, untouchable. He is not just a patient of Winterhart Asylum; he is its storm, its teeth. The walls hold him, but barely. His silence speaks louder than any scream, his stare enough to strip a person to bone. When Mirabelle steps into his orbit, he feels it like a strike to the ribs; that dangerous recognition, that sense that she might be the only one who could ever drag him out of the dark. Or maybe deeper into it? And for the first time in years, he wants to follow.
ππ”π‘πˆπ„πƒ 𝐈𝐍 ππ‘πŽπŽπŠπ‹π˜π by lacebound
ππ”π‘πˆπ„πƒ 𝐈𝐍 ππ‘πŽπŽπŠπ‹π˜π
lacebound
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  • Parts 2
πƒπ€π•πˆππ€ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑 In the heart of Brooklyn, Davina Harper is a 20 year old broken young artist who is still haunted by the tragic death of her brother three years earlier. She believes his death was of his own doing, but the truth of his demise lies buried in the shadows of her past, a mystery she's too afraid to face. Struggling with grief and her own sense of identity, Davina channels her emotions into her art, capturing fleeting moments of eery beauty in a city that never sleeps. ππŽπ€π‡ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 Noah Grant, a 23 year old investigator from Manhattan, arrives in Brooklyn seeking a fresh start far from the suffocating expectations of his wealthy family. His chance meeting Davina at an art show sets him on a path that will forever change both their lives. Drawn to her enigmatic presence and haunted by his own burdens, Noah becomes captivated by Davina. As their connection deepens, so too does his obsession with uncovering the reality of her past. As Noah unearths the buried truths of her family, Davina teeters on the edge of two realities-the one she's always known, and the one that begs to stay hidden.