my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]

[COMPLETED] The love of my life is marrying my Bestfriend A Story of a Forbidden love. "When it finally feels true Then do what you have to 'Cause I'll never blame you For not choosing me"

COMPLETED. "What are you?" he asks, his deep melodious voice vibrating in my ears. I refuse to show him any weakness, any fear at all. I stare into those endless eyes. "I don't know..." my body is covered in shivers when he lights up in rage and punches the brick wall behind me, creating a perfect dented hole, as if the wall was made of plaster. "Don't test me, princess," he hisses, bending further in towards me. "You have no idea what I could do to you." he licks his lips, and I have just enough time to catch a glimpse of pointy teeth before a raging pain slices through my neck. ............... Emma Sanders is a seventeen-year-old girl, moving to a foreign town, one of those that you wouldn't find on a map, except maybe if you measured it by inches. But a secretive group of blood, fangs, and mystery has her attention, and it would destroy anything in its path to figure out what she really is. ............... Copyright 2014 - Sophia Kjeldbjerg No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted to anyone. It cannot be transmitted or copied by any means - such as by electronic devices, photocopies, recordings, mechanics or any other forms - without prior written permission from the author. Copying this story is a violation of the copyright law.

Gabriela Castillo arrives at a real-life castle to visit her half brother. The moment she sets her eyes on the monstrosity it nudges something familiar in her brain. However, only after glancing into a pair of pitch black eyes does she realize that it's no ordinary castle, after all. It's the one and only werewolf castle. Gabriela knows this because she isn't a human. She is a witch. While there is nothing wrong with a witch visiting the werewolf castle, Gabriela's predicament isn't as simple. She is a wanted witch, hiding her true nature with a masking spell. This means that the werewolves have no idea who she is. Except for one. Inside the werewolf castle Gabriela meets the notorious Alpha King whose scrutinizing eyes make her feel like he can see straight through her spell. Right from their first meeting he shows an unexplained interest in her. However, because Gabriela is too busy trying to hide her identity, she doesn't consider another important question that might change everything. What if there is something more between her and the Alpha King? Original photo for cover by Oleg Magni from Pexels

Where a boy was given the wrong number from his date. Started: 1/26/18 Finished: 5/25/18 [6/05/22: Thank you for 1M 💜] #251 in vkook: 12/03/18 #264 in taekook: 12/03/18 #3 in texting: 2/17/24 #50 in jungkook: 2/17/24 #123 in socialmedia: 2/17/24 #137 in shortstory: 2/17/24 (This au is from my twitter)

You'll get a variety of short horror stories here. I'm not a writer so I have collected these stories from different sources. I hope you won't mind until you're enjoying reading them.

Poems about erotic fantasy and sex

"Don't be afraid, we will make it out if this mess. Our love is difficult but it's real!"

Natalie Wilson. Star Hockey Center and Captain for the WestHampton Warriors. She's had a crush on Scarlett Santoro since the 8th grade when she let her borrow her pencil for .5 seconds. Too bad the girl of her dreams is straight cheerleading goddess. Scarlett Santoro. Blonde cheerleading goddess. Captain of the cheer squad and daughter of Gordon Santoro, owner of the Minnesota Wild. She's a closed book. No one is close enough to know what her deal is. But she's opening it for Natalie. They are thrown together by a locker door (literally) and their friendship blossoms into something a little more. !!Told from Natalie's point of view!! THERE IS A BOOK 2! OFFICIALLY OUT 4/20/24

"You're lying." Zavier spoke so low that even he barely heard his words himself. "Huh?" He picked up the volume of his voice this time, "You're lying." "No I'm not." "Okay, so if I was to come this close-" Zavier lifted Isaac's face by his chin and brought his face close to his. "- You would feel nothing." Isaac's nerves began to rise a bit, but maybe it was because of the alcohol that he wasn't terrified, "Yes. Exactly that." He agreed. "Even if our lips-" Zaviers lips brushed his, increasing his heart rate rapidly. It didn't last long, but it was enough to send Isaac's mind into a frenzy. "-brushed like this, you wouldn't feel anything." Isaac couldn't trust his voice, so just nodded, being full aware of the fact his cheeks were most definitely glowing red. "You lie a lot Isaac." Zavier whispered against his lips and leaned closer, making it look like he was about to close the gap. Isaac's eyes closed, expecting a pair of lips to meet his, but he was instead met with a bit of breeze from Zavier leaning backwards. A story where two boys find they have more in common than they'd like to think.