As an Omega, the lowest-rank werewolf in any pack, Claire is confident her smoking hot Alpha can't be her mate. But she's wrong -- not just about him, but also about her place in the werewolf world. ***** Adopted into a family of Omegas, the lowest...
Time to Fly is a collection of poetry that I wrote about my own thoughts and feelings. I hope this will help you find comfort and make you not feel alone in this journey called life as we go through our struggles together. Includes mixture of poetry about mental health struggles, heartbreak, love, and healing. TW: m...
This is a kind of diary, I wrote about my first and only crush. I had many attractions. Never dated anyone. But this guy is something else. Nobody felt like him. I lost interest from others within months, days.. I won't call it love because I don't know what is love. But I will definitely call it crush because I felt...
Original poetry about everything. Beauty, pain, life, death... Enjoy - 💙 ~Complete~
"Oh, look, we're back home! You'll be a lamb for me now, right? Unless you'd like a bullet in that pretty little head of yours, I'd suggest you do as I say." "Starving. I've been starving for so long that I don't even care how I get it. I just want it, I need to know someone needs me." // Young Acacia finds herself...
He was obsessed with you til the point he almost killed you.. Sequel to "anything for you (obsessive bf x reader)"
He's obsessed with you, that's what you want right? ⚠️ All these characters are mine and therefore not a fan fiction! These are my original work and copy right will not be tolerated ⚠️ Buy the story in my bio!
Dear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All cre...
Warning! This story contains sensitive topics. ** I looked into his dark eyes and saw, what I once naïvely thought, was innocence. ** "Please!" she cried, curling into herself and holding her arms to her chest. "I want to go home! I haven't done anything to you! Let me go please!" Anger washed over me. What was she no...
Just a cover update- this will be a collection of random short stories, one shots, headcannons and completely random thoughts I have. Trigger warnings will be presented just in case. So I'm trying to be more social, so if you wanna talk, vent on here. No language is banned.
Short self-written poems as a reminder for everyone in need that no matter how broken you are, you are still strong, loved, worthy and definitely not weak.
this my specially ill collection of poetic rant's & wannabe poem's. enjoy! (:
This is a collection of poems I wrote -Read if ya want. Hope you like!-
welcome to yet another poetry collection! if you dislike sadness and dark topics then stay away lowercase intended enjoy~
Small pieces of work I write when I'm lost. Read it when you want to refresh/rewind/imagine/or just cry? enjoy the work of my multiple personalities ♡➹
When people think about a tragedy they think about death,pain,sadness. This is a story about all that and MORE. My first work please go easy on me ( ._.) inspiration from my non english teacher xD
A short story about pain and trust and care. (Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, if you find any mistakes or you have any constructive criticism than please let me know!)
A series of poems focused solely on a plethora of emotional encounters; from a heart-pounding crush to mental manipulation, as well as sadness, frustration, anger, and emptiness. From wonderment to jealousy, to many more features of our respective cranial roller-coasters.
a variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really cringe or triggering)
I think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.