histórias de Deadflowers

While rewatching one of the best discontinued series on Youtube, [Name] dozed off before waking up into the world of one of her favorite series, MY INNER DEMONS! Now she is in this new world as Ava's roommate trying to figure out how to get home, and some how accidentally grabs the attention of some 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫 Boys... Female!Reader X My Inner Demons

On Halloween night, under the ominous glow of the Blood Moon, Jia walks among tombstones and whispers, collecting dead flowers in her basket as though each one holds a secret. At twenty-one, she lives alone, shunned by a mother who despises her, haunted by the loss of her father, and drawn to graveyards where death feels like home. But tonight, the dead aren't as silent as she thought. Her father's return from the grave reveals shocking secrets, and a dark force, the Demon Lord Jack, begins weaving a web of danger and deception. Alongside the mysterious Salvatore brothers-James, the hyperactive and protective younger, and Martin, the quiet and enigmatic elder-Jia steps into a world of vampires, shadows, and ancient powers. Between cryptic whispers, deadly minions, and the sinister presence of Selene, a girl obsessed with James, Jia must navigate a dangerous game where trust is a weapon, love is forbidden, and nothing is as it seems. In the midst of peril, moments of teasing, playful banter, and subtlesubtle connection spark between Jia and James, building a fragile, slow-burning romance as they fight for survival. Gothic. Mysterious. Darkly romantic. A vampire adventure where every secret is a threat, every shadow hides a predator, and every heartbeat could be the last... under the Blood Moon.

Nobody gets a happy ending.

❝so if i had flowers growing out from the bottom of my esophagus, you'd still have feelings for me?❞ - chapters contain 200+ words ©2018, oel a. ranking ; 31 , infatuation | 06-27-18 54 , metaphors | 06-30-18 59 , dying | 06-30-18 97 , disease | 06-30-18 182 , flowers | 06-30-18

Just a feeling

A poetry collection.

FlowerFell gave me an idea so shush.

Once upon a time, the daisy was bright, the forget-me-not remembered, and the rose was full of love. But one day, the sun never set, and the rain never to save the flowers from their wrath. The flowers burn, wilt, and fall, and the rain and sun laugh out loud. Time watches, and moves forward with a pitying gaze. After all, all flowers die eventually.

Poetry is a form of literature where one can express their deepest thoughts without restrictions. I wrote this album in hopes to express stuff that most people go through and would definitely love your reviews and suggestions!! Happy reading. Oh! Also, I've got all of these on youtube as well so if you want to rather listen to them than read, just search up Eclipse Enchanted along with any poem title and a full playlist should show up :))

i'm not a poetic soul i'm just writing some words

Chapter 1

a short story of how a vase of dead flowers came to be.