"Hurt my best friend and you'll regret the day you ever came to this world" "Why do I believe that?" He visibly gulps "Cause you saw what happened last time and I swear, I'll do much worse" ★ ★ ☆ 21/11/20 ☆

This is an undertale AU that is made by myself, SatanicDemonToast and Spongebobsquidless. It is also a renamed version of Vertotale (we decided the name sounded too much like another similar AU). Enjoy!

This a compilation of unspoken feelings and thoughts. There's no need to read them in order, you can just scroll around and find the one that speaks to you. These are the words I sometimes wish I could say, words that got tangled in my throat, unable to come out, or that got lost to the wind when there was no one there to hear them. Letters to the one who broke my heart, to the one that put it back together, to the one that got away. These are also words I speak to myself, to remind a younger me that there are better times to come, or to talk to an older me about dreams and aspirations. There are also poems, shorts texts, just my mind I guess. That's it, my mind being downloaded on a piece of paper.

"He was the bad boy from the movies and books I loved, and I wanted him to be mine. I thought I could tame him, but I was so fucking wrong." Sally is a mess. Her whole life is fucked up, and all her psychologist wants is for her to write down the story that got her to the state she's in. After all, Sally is a writer, and writing down her own story should be therapeutic. Genre? A romantic drama told in a sarcastic and hilarious tone. NEW CHAPTER every weekend💕

"Are you happy?" The question comes out of nowhere and throws me off guard... Because 3 months ago, before he attended that party, I would have said yes I'm happy... But right now, I'm not sure. "What do you mean?" "It's a simple question June... Are you happy?" "Y-yes." "Let me rephrase... Are you happily married?" "Why are you asking me all these questions?... I've given you the answers you needed, I don't..." "Shut the fuck up June!... It's a bloody simple question... Are. You. Happy?" he snaps. He's really mad right now and that makes me squirm in my seat. "Are you?" My voice comes out barely above a whisper, but enough for him to hear what I said... He stands and begins pacing, running his hands through his hair frustratedly and messing it up, his jaw locked, and he just continues to pace and that makes me uncomfortable... I stand, and he stops pacing and just stares at me, I try to look as confident as I can, but inside I'm nervous as hell and dying to know what he's thinking. "I'm not..." This is a not so classic love story, filled with clichés, twists and turns, some cliffhangers, mature scenes... Yada Yada Yada... Come on! Add to library Read Vote Comment your thoughts I'm waiting for you, on the other side of this description... You know the fun part, found in each chapter.... Come on! P. S: if you're into mature scenes, this book is for you [67,518 words.] Secrets, Lies and broken hearts Copyright © 2020 by kumisawriter All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author, except for reviewers who may quote part of this book for review purposes. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the authors imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Available on Amazon : kindle unlimited Available on Amazon now... Grab your copy now... https://www.amazon.com/dp/B091DBG5CL We started as an ethereal dream, now we're an endless nightmare. Asher : There's a line between right and wrong. Moral and immoral. Love and hate. And then there's her. My love. My hate. My obsession. Probably, the reason of my damnation. She ruined my life before she left, It's time I ruin hers back. She thinks I am crossing my limits. But she forgets, when it comes to her, I have none. Aria : He was once my best friend. Now he's my worst enemy. He's the Black King in the game of chess. Black mind. Black heart. Black soul. He says he hates me. I say I hate you too. He thinks he can break me, but this queen will bring the king to his knees. Love is not a possibility for us, but hate is an open game of chess, we love to play. All we have left is revenge or is it?