Do not run. The memory will tap. Your spine will snap. And your mind is wrapped. It won't make sense, because in this life, nothing ever does. The festering will consume. Do not become the chase. That fear? Cling to it, manifest it, but do not run into the chase. You will not survive. Jim Hopper x OC!Fem ©rawhorror Stranger Things Season 1 Fanfic

The wolf loved the rabbit, so much so that he confessed with his teeth. ▍ AN ORIGINAL ╱ romantasy! BOOK I OF III. ❪ multiple oc's ❫ written by april PEARLJARS © 2025

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘴 bro·ken ha·los (noun) 1a: remnants of innocence cracked by experience 1b: a poetic way to describe goodness that's been through hell but still glows 2: people who've fallen, failed, or hurt - yet somehow remain soft 3: symbols of resilience; flawed saints trying to find their way back to light

"You've got twenty four days and it's starting right now." Messiah had it all, the money and the perfect woman by his side. One 'mistake' turned to a constant cycle, It was as if he had found an addiction he couldn't shake. This led to arguments in his home and many other problems. When given the ultimatum, Will he clean up his act? Sareli never thought she could love and care for someone besides herself. Messiah was her world, her infamous poems written about their foundation and him shaped the pedestal of black love. The glitzes, glamour, and spotlight were good until the chaos within their foundation struck the scene, Will the embarrassment and hurt overpower the love? "My Intuition Never Lies. I Smell The Gucci Floral On Your Clothing, The Ruby Woo Graces Your Neck. To Know That Someone Else Is Getting The Man That I Spent Five Years Of My Life With Burns Me To My Core. Did Those Vows At Our Wedding Mean Absolutely Nothing? The Honey Blonde Hair Rest In Your Dreads. I Tried To Change, Tried To Be More Gentle And Prettier, All That I Thought Would Bring You Back To Me. I Slept Alone For Week, Changed My Life Around, And Asked Over And Over Again For You To Love The New Me. Refused To See For What It Was, The Need To Scream And Know Remained Inside Deeply, Messiah Are You Cheating On Me?" - Are You Cheating On Me?, Sareli Carmichael-Lacardi

Anarchy reigns when the outbreak of an unknown toxin in Lansrai, Texas transforms residents into bloodthirsty lunatics. Resulting in deadly force being deployed to prevent people from entering or leaving the town to stop the spread of the infection. Now Sheriff Ryker and his wife find themselves trapped among killers and must band together before madness and death overcome them.

"This is just between us, right? Just this once?" "Just this once." Lies spoken in the hopes of truth. The confines of a dark room won't show where the words will land to ignite, still fire knows no boundaries. Much like the two with a taste for the forbidden, some secrets don't stay buried behind closed doors. It becomes your neighbor.