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Her father didn't raise a daughter-he raised a weapon with a name and a ledger soaked in blood. He didn't cradle her as a child; he molded her in silence, in discipline, in the cold weight of a gun pressed into small hands. Love was a weakness he refused to teach her. Mercy was a luxury their family couldn't afford. From the moment she could speak, she learned names, debts, and the price of betrayal. She became his masterpiece of vengeance-sharp, controlled, untouchable. ‎Giada grew up sharp, intelligent, and hardened by a hatred that had nowhere to go but deeper. At six years old, she watched her mother die in front of her. She remembers every detail: the way her mother's white dress bloomed red, the desperate whisper of "Run," and the face and voice of the killer-etched into her mind like a curse. That night forged her. Over her mother's lifeless body, Giada swore an oath: whoever did this would pay, no matter how long will it took. ‎Revenge became her purpose. Every scar on her skin is a lesson written in blood. Every name in her ledger is a ghost that refuses to rest. But fate is cruel. What if she finds herself falling for the brother of her mother's killer, knowing it's wrong? What if the man making her feel human again shares the same blood she vowed to spill? Will she still carry out her vengeance when the lines between justice and obsession start to blur? Will she go through with it, even if it means destroying the only person who ever saw past the monster she became? Or will she let the killer of the woman she loved most walk free, just to protect the man she can't stop wanting? Now, every stolen glance and forbidden touch makes the line between justice and betrayal thinner. In Giada's world, choosing love isn't just dangerous-it's the deadliest sin of all. And the only one worth dying for.

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please help me I'm going to die

I chose the path that I walk. I chose the people I run onto . i chose what I eat tonight. I chose who I care about But I don't chose my own destiny ,someone already does that for me. (second book . so don't judge I'm looking for someone to help write this book of your interested message me ) hope you enjoy babe's.

This is a poetic outlet I use to keep myself from using my emotional scars to give myself physical ones. I don't not in any way promote self harm. Please seek help if you have any self injuring tendencies or suicidal ideation. You are needed and you are loved, just remember. This content is NOT suitable for younger audiences. Contains ideas of self harm and violence. 2017

CONTENT WARNING: Themes of Suicide. A poem of wanting the pain to stop, but choosing to grow through it.

A secret behind the scenes look into the fanfic I'm writing because I felt like it. The Fic - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27405097

Combining the Miraculouses worked, and a whole new universe was created. Nobody else in Paris seems to know what you're talking about, and you're stuck working a 9-5 job that you don't remember getting until you can figure it out. But curses can't be kept at bay forever. Official sequel to L'amour Du Chat Noir.

Who she felt was her soulmate, became a lesson. Her spark for love is dying and her secret admirer is out to save it...

Original prompt (writing.prompt.s): You never thought your imaginary friend was weird until you heard other kids describe theirs. None of them had a dark, dripping silhouette that lurked along the walls. Years later, all of your childhood friends have stopped having imaginary friends, yours is still there.

The saddest man anyone has ever known shares his thoughts.

In the dystopian era where America has been taken over by Christian extremism we fallow the story of a different woman every chapter. These stories are based off of Margret Atwood's books. "The handmaids tale" and "the testament" and will fallow the laws of her universe. There will be 6 classes of women being mentioned frequently. Handmaids (women ment to bear children for the commanders and their infertile wives. They wear red and a pair of white wings around their head so their faces cant be seen) wives (the women married to the commanders. They are often infertile and they wear blue with no wings) marthas (the lower class women who do the house hold chores cleaning, cooking, everything. They are often wearing greed with no wings). Jezebel's ( women who can not bear children or cook but are considered "visually pleasing" and therefore get to work at clubs made outside the main city limits for the commanders pleasure. Only commanders are allowed outside the city limits.) And finally unwomen. (A woman from any title who has been unwilling to submit. They clean up toxic waste, mine, and are not treated for illnesses.)

This is major nsfw, and this was for fun also don't come at me, Chuuyu is the top in this story but he isn't taller than Dazai, tall chuuya just doesn't make sense to me, sorry.

My fifth life, I'm tired of trying when all my efforts just end in a prolonged and excruciating death. So now that conditions are as right as they can be, let's see if I can finally attain my final rest. <abuse torture harm revenge>

me screaming into an empty void Content warning: dark poetry

In this world, certain people are born with special gifts. Mary Shvagenbagen is one of these gifted people, along with her two children Lydia and Sebastian. her gift is the gift of vampirism. while being a vampire has it's perks, the elephant in the room remains. she needs blood. her husband, Gustav, has forbidden her from drinking outside of the household, with limits her supply greatly. Rowd is off the table, due to his age and build, and her children are off limits due to their age. that leaves Gustav as her primary feeding source. that doesn't mean he's going to make it easy on her. that's where being a vampire has it's perks....

poem from January 4th 2017

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Elizabeth Mae Anderson-Harvey, San Diego's new Model, has her life planned out. Cory Vargas, a well-known and sort of famous wrestler, will find his way into the model's life when her mothers involve him as her personal bodyguard. Some say it's fate; others say you have an invisible red string tied to your ring finger that leads you to your soulmate. The model will soon realize the red string myth is true, and he'll go through Hell for her.