"People only become the monster inside when they are forced to.. it's just the way the world works. Remember that the next time you're forced to stare into lifeless eyes." And I crook a smile in his direction. Just one last time for his enjoyment. Because this is finally the start of my story. No longer is my story an ordinary fairytale where the villain is slain by the hero. It is an adventure of a wicked soul who knows not what mercy is; the world is far too cruel to be soft. ~ HIATUS for a good while *trigger warning- death, bullying, etc. don't read this if you have suicide triggers or harmful behaviors in relation. *flashbacks are all from her very first life *Its my story, please don't plagiarize *please give my story a chance *vote and comment Highest rankings- #11 in sadstory; 12/27/2020 #19 in tragedy; 04/21/2021 #8 in strong-female-character; 04/22/2021 #7 in second chance; 01/19/2021 #1 in vendetta; 11/02/2020 #1 in reliving; 08/27/2022

There are too many and too little words for me to say about what happened in my life. I meet my happiness, then I face my own devil inside, I become somehow stupid and ended up dying with my blood pooling around me. I want to cry, for what? I want to laugh, for what? Regret? No, I felt nothing at all. Love? Yes, in the name of LOVE, I become the villainess inside my own story. Smile, the only thing I could offer to them. I wished nothing but jumping towards the purgatory and meet my devil. With my last breath, I saw the sadness in his eyes. "Husband, the wine you just served will be my last drink in this life." Darkness took me away.

My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

#1 jail #1 fight #1 criminal *** "Don't take it personal, I just like to play it safe, you know." He said, crouching down in front of me to tie each of my ankles to the chair. I couldn't move at all, especially after he duct taped even my waist to the chair. I watched him examine his work whilst he rubbed his beard and then a slow grin creeped onto his face. He bent down and put one end of the duct tape on my damn nipple, went around the chair again and ripped it off. He put the other end on my other nipple and I felt my cheeks heat up in humiliation. "Just to make sure you don't get cold again." He looked at me, his smirk slowly fading again. I gave him a hard stare. His hand reached out and fixed the glasses on my nose. Then he turned the chair so, that I was looking at the couch. He sat down, arms spread out on the back rest of the old leather couch, his eyes fixed on me again. "And now we're gonna talk." *** Belle Valery was a hardworking and rather unpopular law school student. She was almost done with school, had a structured daily schedule that consisted of waking up, going to school, going to the local library and study until she got a headache. She would walk home at night and go to sleep immediately. For almost three years that was all Belle knew and she was hoping to get her degree without further complications. But hope often differs from reality. Especially when her neighbourhood was suddenly on lockdown, because an escapee was on the loose. Belle didn't expect to one day wake up and find said escapee peacefully sleeping in her room. She didn't expect to scream and wake him up. And she didn't expect that morning to be the beginning of their incredible, yet a little complex love story. But life is always better unplanned and unexpected. "The ex jailbird and the lawyer, what a fucking pair."

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तरंग अपने नाम के अनुरूप शोख, चंचल और मस्त थी. लेकिन ऊंचे घराने में शादी क्या हुई वह तो पिंजरे वाली मुनिया बन कर रह गई. उस की चंचलता, सपने, इच्छाएं सभी बिखर कर रह गए. लेकिन जब बेटी के सपने पूरे करने की बारी आई तो वह क्यों छटपटा उठी. पति के खिलाफ बेटी के सपनों को पूरा करती महिला की कहानी उषा रानी की कलम से.

इनसान के चरित्र को पहचानने वाली पारखी नजरें थीं विजय के पास. पर न जाने क्यों सुनयना की बातों पर वह विश्वास कर बैठा. असलियत क्या थी यह तो वह नहीं जानता था पर आज अपने को ठगा सा महसूस करने लगा था. पढि़ए, सुधा गुप्ता द्वारा लिखित कहानी.

The secrets of lesser known people. Where I will get it? Only here. Highest rank #1 ( 10.6.17-11.6.17)#2 ,#3 etc #wattys2017

"A fourteen year old is convicted of murdering her uncle, Mr. Vikram Khandelwal." Naina, Naina Prabhoo had made headlines when she was a quite, lonely fourteen year old girl. Her life was in the juvenile, slogging and fighting her inner demons who didn't let her live her life. Released at 18, rearrested for drug smuggling, such was the bitterness that life made her taste. Raped, beaten, abused both emotionally and physically, Naina knows not what the future has in store for her. Her past as dark as hell haunts her during broad daylight and at nights when she closes her eyes for a snooze. ****************************************** Snippet She rubbed her eyes and sat up on the bed. A dark figure stood, leaning against the framework of the window. The white curtains flew in two different directions. "Hello baby doll!" An evil smirk played over the silhouette lips of the man who turned his face towards Sameera who was now wide awake. She peered into the darkness to try to see the mans face in vain. The moonlight outlined his sharp features, which stood like needles in the dark. "Don't you remember me my baby doll!" he chuckled, taking a step towards her. Sameera tried to scream aloud for help but her voice was stuck in the deepest trenches if her throat. She tried to move but her body remained immobilised. She soon found herself lying flat on her back and being pressed against the mattress by the man. She gasped seeing his face, "Vikram maama!" Sameera, Naina, Ambika or Nandini she knew not who she was. ©2017 CREATIVE _WRITER All Rights Reserved Began on: 3rd December 2017