Ruthless

Ruthless. Her mother's eyes pleaded silently with hers, the brown pools blurring with anger and sadness, ❝They call you ruthless, Akira, you understand right? You need to stop this madness. Right this second-❞ She cut her mother off, turning the emerald ring that sat on her middle finger. A venomous laugh left the th...

Pensées de minuit

Pensées de minuit [french] - Midnight Thoughts My collection of all poems and short thoughts when my head is racing with ideas and I have to express myself and what better way than to write them down! Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it! Please comment and vote if you like them and don't spread hate on my work, thank...