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❛ IF THEY CANNOT SURVIVE, LET THEM DIE ❜ Children born into the shadows of war are never quite right. It is a truth that Vasily Aleksandrov has always known. He has never known peace, though he longed for it. The Old Gods did not give privy to those whom paid their debts. Only the Saints heeded the fervent prayers for an end to the bloodshed. Vasily knows this, for he has seen it himself. There was no mercy to be found in this world. Greed destroyed Al-Mirtha and saw to its destruction. With the hounds of war sounding at every corner of the world, Death would come for them all. The Korisovo King sits on his throne as the dead remain restless and builds a kingdom of corpses from the shallow graves and dunes. Inspired by a longing for justice, there is no end Vasily will go through to see to the death of a king. He would see the world reborn, or he would see it burned to the ground. ❝ I DO NOT FEEL DIVINITY IN MY BONES, ONLY HUNGER, EMPTINESS. GREEDY AND INSATIABLE ❞ ©20190516, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀

Elodie stands at a crossroads as her sheltered life, constructed upon a bedrock of deceit, starts to unravel. Coping with her sister's murder was one challenge, but reconciling with her father's involvement in it was an entirely different struggle. As she endeavors to dismantle the cult in which she was raised, Elodie finds herself gradually losing control. Mature Audiences Only - 18+

⚠️ This Story Contains Mature Content ⚠️ Elizabeth Bankbook, being in a highly religious family, was forced into a marriage with a man she hardly knows. Given this, her life revolves around all of two things: hating her husband, and evaluating the dead. There's a killer on the loose gutting rapists, and Elizabeth is left to preform the autopsies. Being an alcoholic with raging anxiety that she's being hunted by the very killer going after the men, she warms up to her newly wedded husband Victor, who shows her discipline, submission, and protection.

𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴: #1 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 / #1 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 Effy Williams has always been a quiet, timid girl. Between facing bullies at school-and some at home-she'd always learned to suffer in silence. And her only friend is a short tempered boy with deep psychological issues. WARNING: aberrant behavior, bloody and grisly details, strong sexuality, language and major drug use. Readers discretion advised.

Love in the shape of poems. Pain in the shape of words.

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.