Darker Stories

I killed a man. And the worst part? I don't regret it. He deserved it. At least, that's what I told myself while I stood there with his blood on my hands and a boy staring at me like he was trying to decide whether I was a monster or something worse. I thought that night would end with his death. I was wrong. Because some deaths don't end stories. They start them. And when secrets, revenge, obsession, and a dangerous kind of love begin to collide, I learn that killing a monster is easy. Living with what comes after? That's the hard part.

Come in! Have a seat. Your tea is waiting. Perfectly brewed to your taste along with a slice of Red Velvet cake. And by the way, The Grand Bouquet is waiting at The Forbidden Garden. The handpicked flowers are arranged neatly at the center, awaiting you. Beware though, The Flower of Sin, The Alraune, The Dark Flower, The Eye of Death and The Petal Thorn are somewhat impatient. And last but not the least, water them with blood, will you? They are starting to wilt.

Words has two sides; the dark and the light. However it is something incredible. All poems are mine. Do not steal, if they are alike something else then I apologise however I have not stolen anything.

Ricky Dillon was dating me I thought in my head. Well I checked my phone to see what time it was 10:45. I needed to get to bed I had school In the morning. I woke up it was 5:15. I got a text from Ricky "Good morning babe I'll pick you up at 7". I got up feed the dogs went back to my bedroom played on my phone. It was 5:58 so I got ready. I grabbed a Nike shirt and a pair of leggings. When I was down I went down stairs. I cooked eggs and bacon. When I was down eating it was 6:50. There was a knock at the door it was Ricky. "Hey beautiful girl are you ready" "Yeah I'm ready cutie" I have Ricky a kiss on the lips. He is so cute it is hard to resist him. We arrived at school we both got out I saw my friend Marah she was stunned. "Your dating Ricky Dillion" she shouted "don't say it so loud I wont him to stay alive" I whispered . Well guess who else comes over my bff Alliahy. "Omg can I.get ur number". "No you can not get his number Alliahy".

A story created for my friends. Read at your own risk. Contains darker themes later. Also contains swearing,gay love,perverted jokes and etc. Also some sickeningly cheesy and fluffy moments. A story of a teacher falling in love with his student and vice versa. And unfortunately,with a psychopathic third wheel.

A poem about Heroes who've fallen from their pedestals. Make sure to be their to pick your idols back up. Or else who knows.

Just a collection of intimate poems that I've written over the years, and still continue to write. Poetry has, (and probably always) will be my outlet. Even when I'm not sure why, I feel a certain way, overtime I write, everything makes sense, if only just for a moment. It's taken me a lot of balls (which I don't have) and late nights worrying about wether or not I should do this, but I dropped the metaphorical mic and said 'fuck it,' so lone and behold. The deepest and darkest parts of me.

Join Michael on his Pokemon journey, to be the very best, like no one ev- WHAT DO YOU MEAN COPYRIGHT! ----- A self insert into the Pokemon world. A bit more gritty, but the same old loveable Pokemon world we all know and love

I couldn't stay. Not after what they did to me. No longer will I fight on their whim. My name is Perseus Jackson and I will forge my own path with my own decisions and create my own legend.

I lost him once... but now he's back. The boy I loved, the boy I thought I'd never see again, returned-but he isn't the same. Cold, possessive, and dangerous, Hunter wants me all to himself. But my heart... has already begun to heal. Can I love again without betraying the past? Or will the boy I lost claim me forever?. I never met him after that day. I wonder if I ever will. I have a lot of thoughts racing through my head. Will he remember me? Does he remember all the things we did? All the moments we had? Does he remember what he said to me the day it happened?

This is for my one year anniversary on wattpad so enjoy and comment with any feedback! This is a sequel of A Contractors Smile, i was really unhappy with the sequel I originally did for it however ill keep it up to see what everyone else thinks. After been revived by a familiar face Mark recalls his past trying to figure out who and what this mysterious person is.

Well all poems are personal DUH but these are about specific things around or about me. Cover done by arfie14.

"If you never loved me then why did you mate me?" I whisper brokenly."For the throne mutt, you have served your purpose, I Damon Stark, King, reject you River Erde as my mate and queen." Smirking he watches me fall to my knees perplexed, and I watch as he walks out calling on of the guard to haul me out. Damon soon to be King searches for his mate, not for love but for the power and throne. Having yet shifted River is the mutt of the pack. Disowned by her family river prays for her mate to rescue her from her hell. River well aware of his whorish ways hopes he changes for her, but as soon as he claims the throne he rejects her. Abandoned, River discovers her true self not only a werewolf but a hybrid. She meets a group of her own kind that she now calls family. Much too soon River and Damon meet again, but Damon is different ...regretful. Having been trained River has turned dark and stoic and only showing emotion to those she cares about. Dark thoughts surround her as she blends so well into the darkness she becomes a part of it. Will Damon pull her away from the darkness she has faded into? COPYRIGHT ⓒ 2017 | All Rights Reserved |Kay Kenogo

It was only a supposed to be fun night at a sixteenth birthday party- yet everything changed so fast. But was that for the better or for the worse? Lilah is nothing too special, just an ordinary girl, with ordinary friends- or so she thought. She and four others are pulled into a world where everything looks much the same, yet everything felt so much more different. Limits and patience will be tested. Their strengths will be bent until they snap and their hearts will be ripped and torn until they break. Will they be strong enough to survive? Or will they give up- letting darkness win.

Felonies favor famous crimes and saints are the most wanted people here in the world.

Nobody seems to notice the darker edges of imagination. They try to find it through suicide poems, I suppose. I think I might have just stepped on the line. And this is what I find **SLOW UPDATES**