𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ↳ daniel's there for every piece of corbyn started: february 1, 2021 finished:

Wern Muller is always hungry. Unfortunately, eating for Wern is not as easy as grabbing takeout. Wern can only feed on the traumatic memories of people and animals. It's an exhausting and thought-eroding experience, but Wern has to eat, or terrible things happen. To make it easier, Wern works in places where he is in close contact with traumatized individuals. Haruto Sato makes Wern hungry. Sato, a user of the food bank where Wern works, is dripping in trauma. Wern can see the memories slither and hiss on his neck and shoulders. The memories whisper to Wern, enticing him like sauce on dumplings. Haruto could quench Wern's hunger for a full year... So why won't Wern feed on him? --- [A Wattpad Editor's Pick.] [An Open Novella Contest short-listed book.]

Dan, depressed and anorexic, gave up on speaking years ago. He was lost in alcohol and loneliness until a black haired boy showed up and broke the silence. [trigger warning; depression, anxiety and anorexia/bulimia] - this story is from a german girl, who's not fluently speaking english

"No one is looking for you. No one cares you're gone. You're better off here. With me. I love you, Raiden. And I won't let anyone take you from me. You belong here... You'll understand soon..." Raiden lives a pretty quiet life. Adam is the only real friend he can find himself relating to, other than his online boyfriend. He's been stalked for the past couple months, but the stalker seems to keep his distance...for the most part. ***CW: abuse, blood, torture, pain, the works. Mentions of rape. Check the tags. Stockholm Syndrome is one of them. This story contains abuse. This is not a depiction of a healthy relationship, nor am I claiming it to be. Keep that in mind while reading*** Discord: https://discord.gg/4zaEXsKct9 Best Rankings: #1 bxb - March 13, 2019 #1 captivity - February 16, 2020 #1 mlm - March 11, 2020 #1 confinement - October 15, 2020 #3 stockholmsyndrome - April 23, 2020 #27 lgbtq - March 13, 2019

Flash back, une semaine avant - Mdr, on dirait un boudin qui essaie de faire des pas de danse. Riait l'un d'entre eux. Ils riaient tous face à cette remarque alors que j'étais au milieu de la salle de danse, essayant de faire les pas que notre prof nous avaient demandé de faire.. Et c'est à ce moment là que j'ai commencer à détester mon corps.. C'était plus que ça, je le haïssait, j'avais honte de mon corps.

??? : Tu te fous de ma gueule ? Visiblement oui, vu ce que je viens de voir. Moi : Euh pardon mais vous êtes qui ? J'écris quand je m'ennuie donc si vous voulez vraiment que j'update, venez en privé haha.

« Elle n'a pas le droit d'approcher qui que ce soit, Ashton. Il faut s'y faire. » « Je m'en fous. »

"Tu sais, j'ai aimé Rose comme on ne peut pas aimer une personne aussi peu saine d'esprit. Je l'ai aimée de tout mon cœur, de toute mon âme, jusqu'à en être complètement déchiré." |Cette histoire n'a pas été corrigée, excusez les éventuelles fautes d'inattention.|