Drained Stories

3 months after the events of the Builders of the New World, Blake and Cirrus' wedding gets interrupted and most of the Ninja's hearts are taken by an old student of Dragon's, leaving them in a coma-like state, Gewuji travels to the Elbuod-Realm to recover the Hearts of Armouritzu.

" FUCK YOU NIGGA", Taraji yelled as she threw a wine glass at his head. Kentrell gasped and quickly dodged the glass. "NAH FUCK YOU BITCH" "NAH FUCK YOU NIGGA. I HATE YOU, OUU I SWEAR I CANT STAND YOU. IF IT WASNT FOR MY SON I'D KILL YOU, BITCH ASS FUCK NIGGA", she ranted. Hot tears steaming down her face. " WATCH YO MOHTH. CRAZY ASS BITCH. sick of this shit" - This isn't a love story, if anything it's everything but a love story. This is the story on how i grew to hate you. On how you used me untill i was empty. You drained every single bit of light out of my body until i felt dead. I don't know if i can ever grow to love or trust you again. Only time will tell. I hate you kentrell. sincerely - Taraji

Not a story but a compilation of Poems I wrote when I was at my lowest feeling terrible...

Becca black is 18 years old with raven black hair with red layers, she is 5ft2 . At 6 years old her father and mother got a divorce, she hasn't seen her dad in 14 years. Becca has had a rough life, things that she doesn't want anyone to know. When she is forced to run, she doesn't know where to go, so she finds her father. Her father is the president of an mc. Will he take her in? Will he love her? Will she ever stop running? Will she let her guard down long enough to fall in love? And most importantly will she make it out alive? Becca is cold hearted, she doesn't care what she has to do to survive. She believes love doesn't exist, she only wears dark colors and does smile. "Love isn't real" He looks at me as if he can see right through me, he grips my hips and presses me firmly to him, and whispers huskily into my ear " why is that love?" " love is a game, it's a game people play when there bored, they will be the perfect person for you, be nice and kind, make you happy, and when you finally believe you could be happy together, and have a good life they turn around suck the happiness right out of you until all that is left is a dark empty void!" Nobody said anything, just stared at me mouths agape, reaper just looks at me , doesn't move, doesn't speak. He just chuckles, a chuckle that's dark and lonely and just walks away.

Emily Waters just moved to CrescentMoon Forest, an eerie little town. Weird things happen here. ~Animal Attacks. ~People Drained of blood.~No one even comes out after dark. Doubting herself for moving to this town she suddenly meets Justin. A mysterious and secretive boy, but why is he so secretive? What secrets could he possibly be hiding? Read this impossible love Justin Bieber FanFiction.

Something I made way back then. HAHA. Funny, but at least it made sense. Mehe.

A young girl living who encounters something hideous lurking in a little room off her bedroom. It is believed to be a true story... P.S:(Based on a true story) (not my story)

Feelings put into words in the best way I can

A girl lost in life, along with a guy who seems to be less lost. Together they unravel their thoughts, feelings and loneliness that follows them in their existence. ----- Small draft that I have yet to finish.

Some random poems in random places to read Hope you enjoy :) Ps: in some of my poems I might have get inspired by some songs that they'll be mentioned, THX:)

hey guys, so I'm fine I did cut myself a little too deep. but I'm used to it! so here's my fucking life now! :(

Loving, like I've never been broken.

A poem about darkness of the mind and the monsters that haunt us when we are down.

Collection Of Poems... Make arts, writing... A diary of nothing...

He looked up as he saw the beautiful woman. She had to be his soul mate. His taste buds grew hungry. His hands were wet and his knees grew weak. He looked into her eyes and what he saw was a strong woman in control.

Death isn't something you feel. It's something you are. And I for one have been dead for a very long time. -Desiree

Just a book of my Art, and other random stuff I find