"To show you I'm serious, I'd do it a thousand more times only for you to admit it."

Lenora did not have a wonderful life. After her engagement to Prince Ronan is broken, she loses everything... her reputation, her home, and her family. Starving on the streets, she dies angry and bitter at how her life unfolded... Only to wake up in her old bed, fifteen again, five years before she died. Now she must struggle to change her fate, and the fate of those around her. This time she won't trust in something as flimsy or changeable as love. No, this time she'll have the power and the money to protect herself. Lenora has already lost everything once. She's not going to lose again. No matter what the cost. (Cover submitted by @QueenHelmer)

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TW - depression, self harm, mentions of the act of not wanting to live- The cuts became scars and the scars faded into marks. But the memories that those marks carried never left him. Because each of those marks were touched by here. Once again he broke down. He sat on the bathroom door crying and sobbing, hoping that the memories would stop flooding. But he couldn't. Some memories never left This story is purely fiction. Any resemblance of the living or the dead is a coincidence.

"Well, well, well. Who do we got here?" An annoying voice mocked me. I clenched my teeth and faced him with a glare, while his eyes raked my whole body. Again. He stopped in my thighs, his eyes widening a little. I couldn't help but pity myself. Surely he's never seen legs like mine, with his sex crimes he's probably used to seeing long, thin, sexy legs, while mine are short, strong, but stubby. "What do you want?" I snarled. His eyes came back to mine, and he smirked."Chill ThunderThighs." I gave him a mean look, is he seriously insulting me right now ? ☆☆☆☆ Disclaimer:I'm still editing the first few chapters but i promise you it gets better:)

❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016

If Only I Could Make My Death Wish Come True... BTS x DepressedReader

+bertujuan untuk jelaskan isu plagiat yg melibatkan fanfic saya baru-baru ini. +tiada niat untuk jatuhkan mana-mana pihak. Sekadar penjelasan benar daripada pihak saya.

Jack wants to try something. He's heard his dad talk about it before and he thinks he can do it, too. He's been thinking about it for a while. All he needs is the right person. And then he met Charlie. --- Trusting and unsuspecting six-year-old Charlie is lured away from safety. She ends up caught in the clutches of a young boy with a disturbed mind. A young boy who will soon be a serial rapist and killer--and she is his first. --- She Was His First is a horrific tale that's too unspeakable to make up. It is based on a true story.

◇ completed ◇ Are you a girl, a woman, a lady or anything feminine? Then, I welcome you to this cruel world which sets beauty standards to tell you about how you should look like and live like. Sounds stupid? Yeah, because it is. So, let us screw it. ▪▪ Ready? #freeyourbody #projectwomanup #nomorebullying First Edit : ongoing Second Edit : --