Devour Stories

𝐀 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 #𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝟏 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 returns to India expecting a fresh start. Instead, she walks into a past that refuses to stay buried. Her childhood was never as perfect as it seemed. Whispers, silences, and memories she was never allowed to keep. Now, everything feels off. Familiar places feel distant. And there's a constant, unsettling feeling that someone is watching her. Then there's 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚. Dangerous. Unavoidable. Looking at her like she belongs to a past she can't remember. He shows up everywhere. Especially when she's breaking. Protecting her without permission. Controlling what he shouldn't. Refusing to let her go. Isha hates him for it. Until she discovers the truth- her life is being decided behind closed doors. And Ahaan already knew. But he's not the only one hiding something. Because someone else is watching her too. Closer than she thinks. As betrayal cuts deep and her memories begin to slip, Isha is forced to face a terrifying reality. She's forgetting. And in a world where she can't trust her past, her mind, or the people around her.. she has to decide- Is Ahaan the one destroying her.. or the only one standing between her and something far worse? {MATURE}

𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿. 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿. A shadow in the mirror, a heavy gaze from the street, a lingering scent of tobacco in my bedroom. I wasn't crazy-I was his project. Kartik Rai Singhania started his countdown when I was fifteen and he was twenty. He didn't just wait for me to grow up; he curated every "hallucination" until I was desperate enough to run straight into his arms. Now, the wedding is over and the doors are locked. The man who spent a decade watching me through a lens is finally in my bed, ready to claim the "Grace" he's been stalking since childhood.

I want fame, I want the glory, I want not one women but ALL, I want everything money can buy, I want my pockets filled with rightous dollar bills, I want the world!!! I. am. Greed...

its spritekit beautiful comedy story about warriors inspired by Starkit's Prophecy/ Starkits Prophcy i do not own starkits prophcyx this is meant to be funny entertainment, please dont be rude or hurtful. i do not own warriors please do not steal or reupload

the price of love can be very dark, after his wife was brutally attacked he avenged her, with a helping hand from a friend of another realm. demanding to get his justice. thanks to my brother for his photo for the cover. (gruesome, contents of murder, torture, rape)

The come back of devour on the edge of a knife.

The addiction of mine to kill. I'm what you tell your kids to stay away from and they have every reason to stay away.

Worlds that are never meant to collide already have. But they have lived in harmony for a millenia. But one mistake by a ditsy vampire and suddenly everyone knows about us. The Devour. Our culture, standings and beliefs have been torn apart and now Rebels are revealing themselves to the world. The Hierachy are struggling to control them, and my father has summoned me to help in the control of our kind. But here's the thing; I never knew I was a part of this world - full of vampires, undead creatures and dark souls. I was always Mikki, the unusual girl who sat in the dark corners of the schools, reading. I was the same girl who would be bashed every day, kicked while down and tried to kill myself three times, but it didn't work. You would think by then I would have gotten the hint. Apparently not. It must have been the eve of Halloween. I was walking back to the abandoned apartment block that I lived in when three strong men stepped out of the alleyway. I thought I was in for it. But then they bore their pristeen white teeth, told me what and who I really was and took me away. Only, when they did that, the whole species sealed their fates to me. And I had to stop our kind from being exterminated, no matter what. Even if my human crush gets turned and becomes a Rebel, I still have to kill him. But what if fate decides that it has a more sinister ending to my story?

In a world limping back to life, a young boy will discover his soul, and in the process will plunge the world, yet again in chaos. A King, in his quest to attain more power, will use his legacy to release the soul collector from his damnation. A Queen in the making, a young girl will discover her true destiny, a destiny of balance.

People are like a box of chocolates; each one has their own unique flavor. [[Highest Ranking: #48 Horror #52 Thriller]]

Just a girl being absolutely hungry and devouring that whole meal

Written as part of the rewards for the people who donated toward the kickstarter for my first novel - ONE MAN AND HIS DOGMA. This is one of the short stories written around a title provided by a sponsor. I fell asleep on a train home from seeing Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer in London, and I swear I saw a man walking in his pyjamas on the track next to our window... Maybe I was still dreaming... Maybe I wasn't... This is a what-if, captured in that hazy between world that exists in the grey between sleep and wakefulness. Dedicated To Kate Vassalos Who gave me the title and her inspirational support. With love and thanks.

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With a twist of fate and a shadow of pain And knowing now I have nothing to gain, When emotions burn deep and make me feel sore I have no choice but the Manticore.

I can't make this world work, I can't make love work, so you say you wanna die with me? Okay, let's go; but I'll kill you first becuse I don't trust you. -Marilyn Manson

When vacation turns into a bad day, Mirium, Arch-mage Arctus's disciple, confront an eldritch horror in the Siren territory. Will she survive? or will it end in disaster? Is this a call for Arch-mage Arctus to go on an adventure to the Siren islands? Will he reach in time? Be prepared to go on an adventure with Arch-mage Arctus to the Siren islands.

Hello~ Growing up as a teenager, I was plagued by numerous fears. My biggest fear is being deser+ed and unable to find my way back home- These are the words that replayed in my mind during that time. (Most Work Was Written When I Was In High School!)