Darkaesthetic Stories

Can you love your corpse body when the flies choose you before people do? When moss crawls over your ribs like nature reclaiming what loneliness left behind? Can you still touch your ruined skin and whisper, you're pretty, without choking on the lie? Can you kiss the mouth that never smiled correctly enough for the world to keep? Because people love the public version. The romantic self. The soft voice. The carefully stitched personality perfumed to survive attention. They love the body before decay. Before truth. Before the rot starts speaking. But the real question is this: Can you love yourself when there is nothing beautiful left to perform? When your ugliness is exposed like organs split open under fluorescent light. When your darkness smells too human for anyone else to hold. Can you still call yourself worthy when even your reflection looks haunted by you? Or will you wait for strangers to approve the mask first before learning how to love the corpse underneath it? Humans spend their whole lives decorating coffins and calling it self-worth.

Dans un monde où la mer dévore les hommes autant qu'elle les façonne, deux noms suffisent à faire trembler les océans. Kim Taehyung, commandant d'élite de la Garde Royale, et Jeon Jungkook, capitaine du Requin Noir, incarnation même de la liberté et du chaos. Ils sont ennemis. Rivaux. Opposés. Mais lorsque des navires disparaissent sans laisser de traces et que la mer elle-même semble se réveiller, ils sont contraints de s'allier pour affronter une menace qui dépasse tout ce qu'ils connaissent. Entre tempêtes, secrets enfouis et vérités trop lourdes à porter, Jungkook découvre peu à peu que Taehyung n'est pas seulement un traître. Il est un survivant. Et peut-être... la clé de tout. Car certaines histoires ne meurent jamais. Elles attendent simplement, tapies sous la surface. Et cette fois, l'océan réclame ce qui lui appartient.

No one ever asks what happens when you fail to become anything at all. Natel spends his days shut inside a life that feels frozen: a father he can barely communicate with, a brother who is little more than a stranger, studies left half-finished, and the constant feeling that he is wasting his time. The only thing that truly makes him feel alive is an old abandoned seaside resort, a place forgotten by everyone where he goes to isolate himself from the world. Or at least, that's what he believes. When Danis-charming, impulsive, and self-destructive-discovers the place with him, the two find something hidden behind a door that shouldn't have been there: a perfectly functioning plantation in the heart of the abandoned building. What initially feels like nothing more than temptation slowly turns into obsession. Danis sees money. Natel sees a way out. And while Tony desperately tries to keep the group out of trouble and Vito lets himself get pulled along just to avoid losing the people he clings to, the four of them begin to step into a world far bigger and more dangerous than they ever imagined. Because the resort isn't empty. It never was. Someone will come back to claim what belongs to them. And when that happens, friendships will start to break, secrets will come to light, and each character will be forced to decide how far they are willing to go for money, belonging, and survival. Between motionless summers, family silences, slowly building tension, and wrong decisions made one step at a time, Vista Mare tells the exact moment when four boys stop feeling invincible. And realize too late that some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.

A group of high school teens discover an old camera hidden deep in the forest. At first, it seems abandoned - broken, forgotten. Until it starts showing them videos and photographs of their deaths before they happen. The footage is horrifying: brutal murders caught on film. Some are choked to death. Others are stabbed, beaten, tortured, or left broken and bloody in places they recognize. The videos always end the same way Dead. Why is the camera showing them this? Who filmed the murders? And if the deaths haven't happened yet.. can they still be stopped?

Grandmothers always offered the same warning when telling the sailors' tales: «If the sea whispers a tune at night, do not look. For the darkness seeks a face.» For years, no one believed such stories anymore. But that night, just beyond the shore, the sea truly began to hum. In the middle of a distant ocean lies a hidden island where various races have lived in peace and harmony for centuries, shielded from the outside world. But one night, the tranquil life of this secluded paradise is shattered when a mysterious ship docks at the island's fishing harbor, altering the fate of its inhabitants forever. The strangers who arrive bring not only fear and chaos but also unearth long-buried secrets hidden deep within the island. As the peaceful lives of the islanders are suddenly thrown into turmoil, they must confront the dark forces that accompany this enigmatic vessel. Suspended between the shadows of the past and the uncertainties of the future, the island's people fight to protect their home from the dangers lurking at every corner. In this suspenseful story, the secrets of both the island and its inhabitants will be revealed. As it becomes unclear who is friend and who is enemy, readers will be dragged into an unforgettable adventure. "Battle of the Shadows" will keep the tension and excitement at its peak on every page.

Two CEOs. One deal. Zero surrender. Aadhira Malhotra and Vivann Rathore turn every meeting into a silent war of power... until control starts feeling like connection. 🖤

Rok 1380 W Virelle nie ma już świtu ani zmierzchu w sensie, który pozwalałby miastu zachować dawny rytm. Dni nie zaczynają się już jednoznacznie, a noc nie przynosi wyraźnego końca aktywności. Miasto funkcjonuje w stanie zawieszenia, w którym porządek opiera się bardziej na przyzwyczajeniu niż na rzeczywistych sygnałach czasu. W centrum władzy znajduje się postać, wokół której skupiają się wszystkie decyzje, choć sam system nie działa już w sposób jednoznaczny i przewidywalny. Od momentu jej przybycia kolejne elementy administracji zaczynają działać w sposób nieciągły - nie poprzez jawne zmiany, lecz przez stopniowe zaburzenia procedur, komunikacji i reakcji instytucji. Zdarzają się sytuacje, w których elementy systemu przestają działać zgodnie z oczekiwaniem: brak odpowiedzi na oficjalne wezwania, opuszczone posterunki, niepełne raporty lub zachowania, których nie da się jednoznacznie wyjaśnić. Nie są to wydarzenia spektakularne, lecz drobne przesunięcia, które stopniowo zmieniają sposób funkcjonowania miasta. W archiwach i księgach pozostaje zapis tego, co było, ale dostęp do tych informacji staje się coraz bardziej ograniczony. Nie jest to jawny zakaz - raczej stopniowe utrudnienie, które sprawia, że przeszłość przestaje być praktycznie użyteczna dla bieżących decyzji. Ktoś, kto przychodzi do Virelle w poszukiwaniu jasnych odpowiedzi, szybko odkrywa, że system nie oferuje już jednoznacznych wyjaśnień. Zamiast tego pozostają obserwacje, nieciągłości i sytuacje, które trzeba interpretować bez gwarancji, że prowadzą do jednego, spójnego wniosku. Okładkę wykonała: @idylliczna

Xuxia is a striking free-spirited poem that captures the essence of a woman who refuses to be defined by anyone but herself. She moves through life with bold confidence, quiet strength, and a fire that can't be dimmed. Unapologetic and untamed, Xuxia speaks to independence, resilience, and self-made identity-where scars become power and solitude becomes freedom. This poem paints her as both mystery and force: a woman who doesn't follow paths, she creates them. With vivid imagery and a strong emotional rhythm, Xuxia is a celebration of individuality, inner strength, and the beauty of standing alone without ever feeling incomplete.

. 𝓓𝓮𝓯𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮 - 𝒃𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 In a world forged by war, bloodlines, and destiny, power has always belonged to the loudest, the strongest, the chosen. But what about those who were underestimated? Hinata Hyuga was never meant to stand at the center of history. Branded weak, pushed aside, and silenced by tradition, she was expected to fade quietly into the shadows. Instead, she chose to endure... to grow... and to defy everything that tried to burn her spirit away. As the Shinobi World hurtles toward its greatest war, bonds are tested, systems are challenged, and destinies begin to crack. This is not a story where one hero shines alone- It is the story of Konoha Twelve, of quiet strength, shared battles, and love that grows through respect, not obsession. Naruto Uzumaki carries the fire of the world within him. Hinata Hyuga stands against it- not to extinguish it, but to guide it. Between fate and free will, tradition and change, sacrifice and survival- this is the story of choosing who you become. A reimagined Naruto universe focusing on: • Strong female agency • Justice for side characters • Slow-burn, meaningful relationships • Breaking toxic systems • Power that doesn't erase kindness Sometimes, the bravest thing you can do... is 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮.

I was doing so well. For years I kept myself balanced. For years I kept myself away from anything that could set me off. Then she fell directly into my lap. Jasmine Rose isn't just my rival at work- she is everything my therapist could never have known to warn me about. I only wanted to be a good writer. I only wanted to be a good friend. I only wanted to be a good man. So why did the safety switch off when she smiled? Why did I hear that familiar click when she laughed? Maybe she's too perfect to be toxic. Maybe I'm too damaged to be saved. And if she ever pressed the barrel to my temple and asked me to pull the trigger... I can't promise I'd say no. Which leaves me with one impossible question: Am I the target? Or am I the gun?

"Playing the fox ,acting like a wolf. The game has begun... and the crown? It's already mine." -MC

──୨𝑨 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑ৎ── ❝ 𝑾𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓... 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆? ❞ 𝑨 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚 ᯓ★

There are places that exist between what is real and what is believed. SCHATTENGRUND is one of them. A forest in the heart of Saxony where paths change, time slips, and nothing stays fully certain for long. When eight teenagers known as THE VEILBOUND enter it, they think they are chasing a story. But Schattengrund doesn't tell stories. It becomes one.. And now, leaving might not be an option. Enter SCHATTENGRUND-if you dare to be remembered by it.

In the dark town of Pietranera, truth is buried under lies and blood. Luce is determined to uncover the town's suffocating secrets, an investigation that brings her dangerously close to Corvo, a feared and lethal outcast. But Corvo hides a massive secret: he is actually the missing heir of the powerful D'Alto family. He lives in the shadows to hunt down the ruthless Sect responsible for the murder of his brother Valerio and his cousin Gaia. As Luce's search for the truth makes her a target for the Sect, Corvo must make an impossible choice: stay hidden to get his revenge, or step into the light to save the only woman he has ever loved. #thrillerpsicologico #goticomoderno #vendetta #societasegreta #mistero #darkthriller #romancegotico --- 🔥 NUOVO CAPITOLO OGNI GIOVEDÌ 🔥 (Segui la storia e attiva le notifiche per non perdere l'aggiornamento!) This is the official English translation of my Italian novel, "L'Ombra sul Campanile".

Avery Collins is a Swedish-born influencer and rising music artist who built her name quietly online before ever stepping into the LA creator scene. Known for her hauntingly soft visuals, minimal presence on social media, and emotionally charged music, she's the kind of girl people think they understand from a single photo but never really do. She didn't come to LA chasing fame. In fact, she avoids it whenever she can. But one accidental appearance at a party with YouTuber Jake Webber changes everything. A single clip is enough to send the internet into chaos shipping them, analyzing every glance, and turning her into the newest "who is she?" obsession overnight. Avery, however, wants nothing to do with the narrative they're writing for her. She sings about distance, identity, and feeling watched but nothing prepared her for what happens when she becomes the thing everyone is watching. And Jake Webber? He might be the only person who sees her beyond the edits.

She was raised in a lie. And Moscow is about to punish her for the truth. When she discovers that the parents who raised her aren't her real family, her world fractures overnight. Her biological father gives her only scraps of information her mother was Russian, vanished years ago, and left behind nothing but a name people no longer dare to say. Armed with a fashion scholarship and unanswered questions, she moves to Moscow, pretending her past doesn't haunt her. By day, she studies fashion design. By night, she works in a quiet café, hiding in the warmth of kitchens and the safety of routines. But Moscow notices her. Because she looks like her mother. Too much like her. Whispers follow her name. Conversations die when she asks questions. And when she learns that her mother was once promised to a powerful figure in the Russian Mafia a marriage meant to seal loyalty and blood she realizes the truth came with a price. Especially when she meets Mikhail Volkov. Cold. Dangerous. Watching her like he already knows who she is. In a city where love is a weapon and bloodlines are contracts, she must decide whether to keep running from her past or embrace the legacy that refuses to let her go. Some names should stay buried. Some faces are impossible to forget.

Christmas came early, and so I thought. A longing so intense, feelings so surreal, only to be wiped clean by the horror of HER very actions. The very gift of love that I expected to find became a lesson to understand. I wrote a string of these back in December. Here is a compilation of poems that explore the themes of admiration, regret, fervent longing, and the extremes of unrequited love. My love for her, a bane or a boon?

#lovemarriage #italianmafia #love #care #adventure #sikander #violence #blood #scaring #drama #hismoon #obsession #ishq

In a university where power hides behind perfect smiles, monsters don't lurk in the dark- they sit beside you in class. Lucien Vale is everything people admire- charming, untouchable... dangerously perfect. But behind those crimson eyes lies a truth no one is meant to discover. Draven Black doesn't belong anywhere- yet somehow, he owns every room he walks into. Mysterious. Sharp. And far more dangerous than he seems. They were never meant to cross paths. Especially not as a vampire and a demon. What begins as irritation turns into rivalry- and rivalry into something neither of them can control. Because in a world where secrets bleed and power decides survival... falling in love might be the deadliest mistake of all. Elsewhere, chaos brews. A grumpy rider who trusts no one- and a sunshine boy hiding scars behind his smile. Two couples. One university. One throne. And in the end- crowns don't just shine. They bleed. The night doesn't forgive. It chooses. Power runs through blood. Desire hides in shadows. And love... is the beginning of war. Four souls. One throne. A destiny written in darkness.

this is a collection of poems and stories that wear their warning colors proudly. In nature aposematism is a signal, bright, beautiful, and toxic. Approach with caution. These poems do the same. This series of poems moves through grief like smoke and love like something you were never supposed to survive. It speaks from the soft underbelly of mental illness, spiritual awakening, obsession, dissociation, devotion, and the aching need to be understood without being consumed. Here, healing is not sanitized. The self fractures, reforms, and fractures again. Each poem is both an offering and boundary, an altar built from confession, myth, neuroscience, and soul deep intuition. This is not a guidebook. It is not a cure. It is a signal flare for anyone who has ever been told they were too much, too intense, too sensitive, or too strange. Read gently. Read honestly. Do not consume what is meant to be witnessed. DISCLAIMER: I have uploaded AI generated images as placeholders until i create some original art to go with my pieces, thank you 🖤🤍