et quand ça fuit ça coule | mars deux mille vingt |

j'ai plongé et j'ai suffoqué | février deux mille vingt |

on dit que l'amour est mort en ne pensant toujours qu'à celui qu'on a perdu

il y avait quelque chose

Freya Mitchells se réveille un beau jour, nue en plein milieu des bois, sans avoir le moindre souvenir des trois derniers jours qui se sont écoulés. Très vite, elle se rend compte que quelque chose ne tourne pas rond chez elle. Freya essaye alors de s'adapter à ces nouvelles sensations et agissements étranges, qui surgissent de manière effrénée dans son quotidien. Une question anime alors ses pensées : que lui est-il vraiment arrivé ? 17.05.2018: #1 dans la catégorie prophétie 09.05.2018: #1 dans la catégorie lune 10.05.2018: #02 Loup-garou (werewolf) Tome 1 : Sang des Dieux. (en cours d'écriture) Tome 2 : Le secret des anciens. Tome 3 : Les âmes du passés. Tome 4 : La couronne de Séléné -------------------------------------------- 📝 commencer à publier le : 14 Mars 2018 🔏 ŒUVRE PROTÉGÉE + EN PROJET D'EDITION

لا تَترُك نفسكَ لتجِد شخصاً أخر، و هذا كانَ مَا تعلمهُ كِلاهما داخِل ذلكَ المِصّعد. - #3 فِي الفانفِيكشن. جميّع الحقوق محفوظة للكاتِبة؛ {xEmmaa_x}.

"Will you reject me?" I ask, ignoring the lump that was forming in my throat. I fought the tears that were threatening to fall. Don't cry, please Hannah, don't cry. His green eyes looked like orbs of ice that stared straight through me. A sadistic smirk pulls up his lip and he puts his arm on my right side, blocking my escape route. "Reject you? That's an easy escape, don't you think?" his voice was as cold as his eyes, as his heart. "The moon goddess gave me you and I'll simply pay her for her kindness." his tone was laced with venom, hatred and disgust. "If she thinks that I can ever accept an Omega as my mate, she's damned wrong." "to those who grew up too fast" A/N: Hey there! Mind giving this story a chance? #1 Werewolf (09/24/2020) Thank you so much for giving this story a chance ♡

- The Command Series (book 1) - In a society where everything is controlled, there is no room for deviance. Each morning, the citizens of Arabel put on bracelets that send commands to their brains and give them electric shocks if they fail to obey. Smile, Citizen. Be silent, Citizen. Do not harm yourself, Citizen. Kyra Jackson is a perfect citizen. Loyal, hardworking and smart; how everyone is supposed to be. When Kyra's future is decided, she changes from the controlled to the controller. However, this power puts her in a dangerous position, leading her to make decisions that are not only about right and wrong, but life or death. - 2018 Wattys Longlist. Winner of science fiction genre in the Digital Dreamer competition. Previous title: I Control You, Citizen.

[Editors' Choice 2020] In a near-future, post-apocalyptic world, a lone girl must choose between becoming the next-in-line to head a corrupt government or siding with those who wish to see the world burn. Order, suppression and lies, or chaos, truth and freedom? Whatever is chosen, one thing is clear: both sides bleed. ***** Every year, the Federated United Americas tasks its elite soldiers to participate in a nation-wide Cull. Hundreds of children are taken from homes and put into one of three Facilities. While most of them will be offered comfortable lives in the forms of low-ranking government jobs and militia commandos, a few will be groomed to be the successors for the highest office the FUA has to offer: The Council. Beckett Blake is known in the Facility as Ten, and she alongside six others branded 'Liars', have spent years enduring confinement and rigorous testing in order to secure a future as head of the FUA. When a terrorist group breaks into the Facility and kidnaps Ten and the others, she's forced to re-examine her future plans. Required to become a drug runner in the mega-city known as Neon Brights, Ten must decide if the future she'd been promised since childhood is worth the lies it's built upon. Will Ten choose the future that's been decided for her, or will she carve out one all her own, even if that path leads to her destruction? Cover by @eosophobias

Elle n'arrive pas à le dire. Pas à sa psy qu'elle connaît depuis quelques temps déjà. En même temps difficile de se confier a quelqu'un qui n'a pas l'air de vous comprendre et qui ne fait que son boulot. Elle n'arrive même pas à se le dire. Elle, elle veut se confier a quelqu'un qui la comprend et qui ne la jugera pas alors elle vous le dit à vous, inconnus de sa vie. Elle est comme une feuille de papier déchirée. Elle est une multitude de bout de papier qui forment un tout. Elle est perdue. Perdue dans un monde qu'elle ne comprend pas, qu'elle ne connait pas. Fragments d'une feuille de papier. Fragments d'une vie. janvier 2017 -