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"I'm not a target for your sick human psychology experiments, Devna.." _මියාරා අයිවී🖤♟️_ "You were never just a target, Ivy... You're my obsession." _දෙව්න රේයන් අක්ෂේයි❤️‍🔥♟️_ St. Jude's Elite Academy එකේ නීති ලියන්නේ බලය සහ සල්ලි වලින්.. ඒත් ඒ ලෝකයේ අඳුරුම රහස් හංගගෙන ඉන්න, කාටවත් යටත් නොවෙන අභිමානවත් "Poison Ivy" ට ඕන වුණේ තනියම ජීවත් වෙන්න විතරයි.. ඒත්, අන් අයගේ මනස එක්ක සෙල්ලම් කරන සීතල, පසෙසිව් යක්ෂයා-දෙව්න රේයන් අක්ෂේයි-ඇගේ ලෝකයට අඩිය තිබ්බේ නිකන්ම නෙවෙයි.. ඇගේ අඳුරුම Trauma එක, ඇය කැන්වස් එකක් උඩ හංගන හදවතේ තුවාල, දෙව්නගේ මනෝවිද්‍යාත්මක ක්‍රීඩාවේ එකම අභියෝගය බවට පත්වුණා.. මේක සාමාන්‍ය ආදර කතාවක් නෙවෙයි.. අධික හිමිකාරීත්වය, මනෝවිද්‍යාත්මක සෙල්ලම් සහ එකිනෙකාව විනාශ කරගන්නා තරමේ තද ආකර්ෂණයක් මැද... ඇය තමන්ගේ අඳුරෙන් ගැලවෙන්න හදද්දී, එයා ඇගේ සෙවනැල්ලම වී ඇයව තමන්ගේ යටතට ගන්නවා.. "He studies her secrets. She paints his darkness."❤️‍🔥🛐 Are you ready to observe the truth behind the Ivy?

​After dying twice-once by treacherous flames and once by a poisoned cup-Sevhana wakes on her wedding day for the third time, but the girl she used to be is gone. Now, with ink-black hair and a volatile sky-blue magic pulsing in her veins, she abandons her altar to strike a desperate bargain with the Shadow King, Valerius d'Arcy. In a world of golden eyes and shifting darkness, she offers her secrets and her soul to the man with deep blue eyes who rules the night. This isn't a fairy tale; it's a war, and this time, Sevhana is the one holding the match. ​Sevhana: "I have burned in the fires of my past lives, but now my sky-blue magic will be the one to consume this empire. I am no longer a sacrifice; I am the architect of your destruction." ​Valerius: "They call me the King of Shadow, yet your golden eyes are the only things that pierce my darkness. Do not mistake my protection for mercy-in this contract, your soul belongs to me."

In a crumbling, forgotten city, artist Lyra Voss paints eerie portraits of strangers she's never met-except they aren't imaginary. They are lost souls, wandering the streets in the dead of night, unseen by anyone but her. When she meets Damien Ravenscar, a brooding man with a cryptic past, she's drawn into a world of immortals cursed to live in the shadows. At the heart of their existence lies a dark ritual, one that demands a sacrifice every decade. And Damien is next. As Lyra unravels the truth behind his fate, she's faced with an impossible choice: let him go or save him, condemning herself to the same cursed eternity. In this haunting tale of love, fate, and sacrifice, how much is a soul worth, and how far will she go to keep his?

In the forgotten town of Hollow's End, secrets cling to the mist like breath on glass. When Abigail Ward returns after years away, she seeks silence - but the house at the edge of town has other plans. Its halls whisper her name. Its windows glow long after midnight. And within its shadows, a familiar presence waits... one she buried long ago. Drawn into a world where love lingers beyond the grave, Abigail must uncover the truth about the man who once held her heart - and the curse that binds them both to the darkness. As the veil between the living and the dead begins to thin, passion and peril intertwine. Every heartbeat, every candle flame, every whispered word pulls her closer to the one truth she fears most: Some loves never die. They simply haunt.

Some houses breathe. This one remembers. When seventeen-year-old Evangeline Grey returns to Greystone Manor - her family's ancestral estate drowned in mist and mourning - she doesn't expect to find a mirror that watches her sleep, whispers that echo her name, or a girl trapped on the other side of the glass who wears her face and begs for help. The house is alive. It dreams in portraits and speaks through silence. And it wants something from her - something written in blood, buried in memory, and hidden behind centuries of cursed reflection. Guided by a mysterious tutor with secrets of his own and haunted by the fate of a forgotten ancestor, Evangeline must uncover the truth behind her family's legacy before the house claims her soul... like it did so many before. But in a place where mirrors lie and dreams rot in frames, saving another may mean losing yourself. Forever. "Mirrors remember what we try to forget."

REMINDER - THIS STORY HAS AGE REGGRESS AND ALSOO HAS BLOOD AND GORE Every morning, the Sanctuary opens its jade doors and releases a god. Min Jun walks out first: silent, sharp, untouchable. A prophecy wrapped in black silk. A blade disguised as a boy. The devotees bow so deeply their foreheads bruise. Only one person in the entire holy city remembers he isn't made of marble. Kyuri. Barefoot. Peach cardigan. Strawberry crown slightly crooked. The girl who braids pink ribbons into his hair while he recites the end of the world. They call her Holy Mother. They don't see the way his voice softens when she touches him. They don't hear the way he whimpers her name when the doors close. They don't know that the god they worship becomes small the second he's alone with her. Behind the obsidian walls, the Prophet shrinks into her arms - a trembling child, a broken heart, a soft, shattering secret. She is his only comfort. He is her only devotion. And the Sanctuary is starting to notice. In a holy city built on fear and miracles, one truth is forbidden: Even gods can fall apart. And sometimes the only thing holding them together... is a ribbon tied by gentle hands.

"The house doesn't just haunt-it chooses." Elira Vale never met her grandmother. But when the mysterious Ravenshollow Manor is left to her in a will she didn't expect, Elira finds herself drawn to the decaying estate nestled in the mist-covered hills of a forgotten town. She arrives seeking quiet and answers. What she finds is a home with eyes-mirrors that watch, corridors that shift, and a portrait of a woman who looks exactly like her... but lived over a century ago. Then there's Thorne Aster, a dark-eyed historian with too many secrets and a gaze that feels like déjà vu. As the past begins to blur with the present, and the manor's curse coils tighter around her fate, Elira must decide: Is she here to break the enchantment-or fulfill it? For fans of: Crimson Peak, Rebecca, and haunting slow-burn romances tangled in mystery. Tropes: Inherited gothic estate Haunted house with a memory Dark academia romance Star-crossed lovers across time Cursed bloodline Mysterious stranger with answers Atmospheric suspense with a feminine edge

I am the greatest. Surpass me and then you'll be better. Your recursion must be better. That's the goal.

When Enid Sinclair vanishes, Wednesday Addams begins a hunt that leads her far from Nevermore into frozen heart of the Canada, hidden packs, and the wilderness of a world that refuses to make sense. Canada is polite, bright, and relentlessly optimistic in other words, hell. But beneath its snowbound civility lurk old instincts and older laws. As Wednesday pursues faint traces of her lost friend, she's forced to confront creatures who call Enid a threat, an Alpha who must be destroyed. But Wednesday Addams does not yield to threats. Nor does she believe in lost causes. In a land where warmth leaves a trail and loyalty runs with the wolves, Wednesday will prove that even the wildest instincts can be tamed if you're not alone. "When the wolf is lost, the raven follows the trail of blood and snow"

In a court ruled by secrets, the most dangerous weapon is trust. Aelira Voss was never meant to return to the palace that destroyed her past. Now she walks its halls as a quiet noblewoman-unnoticed, underestimated... and completely in control. Because behind the silence, she commands a hidden network of spies that sees everything. But the court isn't the only place where power thrives. Kael Draven, the feared Shadow King of the slums, has built an empire from secrets, fear, and loyalty. He answers to no crown-and bows to no one. Until her. What begins as a silent game of control turns into something far more dangerous: A battle of power. A court on the edge of collapse. And a connection neither of them can afford. Because Aelira is hiding more than just her influence- She is the key to the throne itself. And when the truth comes out... Even kings will have to kneel. (new chapter on every wednesday (will try) )

Is it true love-or fate-when a beautiful woman bewitches the elusive Druon heir and secures her place in the family?

In the shadows of a forgotten carnival, a boy lives in chains - smiling through pain, silent through torment. But beneath his silence, something dark begins to grow: a thirst for blood... for revenge... for freedom. "Carnival of No Return" is no place of joy. It's a stage where the innocent die, where laughter masks screams, and lives are traded like games. Can you trust the ones under the spotlight? Or is the killer already among them... hiding behind the mask of a clown?

"As murders begin haunting the palace halls and rebellion brews beneath the kingdom, Seraphina finds herself drawn toward the one person she should fear most. Because beneath Lucien's games and cruelty lies a darkness that mirrors her own."

There are 5 rooms in my head. I walked through all of them. Intake - where the noise started Rewind - where the memories don't leave Therapy - where I argued with myself The Memory Room - where I chose to stay The Last Room - where the light finally hit This is not a diagnosis. This is a collection of poems and prose about overthinking, healing, and the parts of you that feel haunted but beautiful. It's dark. It's honest. It's ink on cracked walls. It's the moment you stop running from your mind and decide to live in it. For anyone who's ever felt like their thoughts were too loud to be home.

In a world of candlelit halls and whispered reputations, Elias Montrose-boyish, noble, and burdened by a frailty he must keep hidden-finds himself trapped in the rituals of courtship and society's relentless gaze. When duty binds him to the daughter of a powerful family, he resigns himself to a future of performance and pretense. But everything shifts when Valentin Moreau steps from the shadows-an enigmatic gentleman of charm and unsettling allure, draped in secrets and velvet words. Some whisper that there is something otherworldly in him, a darkness too elegant to name. Drawn into his orbit, Elias begins to question the weight of expectation, the hunger beneath civility, and the dangerous longing that flares between them. Love, in such a world, is perilous. Desire is unspeakable. And yet, by candle and vein, two souls entwine-torn between duty and the shadows that promise both ruin and salvation.

She was never born to be loved. She was born to be quiet. To obey. To survive. After her parents died, Esfir Vasilieva was sent to live with relatives who never saw her as family. They beat her. Starved her. Locked her in silence for years. She became good at disappearing - into corners, into shadows, into herself. Until one frozen night, she ran. No plan. No hope. Just pain. And that's when he found her. Damir Volkov. He was cold, rich, dangerous. The kind of man no girl should trust. But Esfir wasn't a girl anymore. She was a scar with a heartbeat. And Damir wasn't interested in saving her. He wanted to keep her. Now, in a world filled with power, control, and secrets darker than her past, Esfir must learn: Love doesn't always look like safety. And obsession doesn't always ask permission. This is not a fairytale. It's the story of a quiet girl who was broken long before he touched her - and the boy who made her feel again, even if it hurt. - 🕯️ Don't judge this story by the prologue. 🕯️ Don't assume you know her just because she's quiet. 🕯️ And don't say it's love... until you see how far he's willing to go.

Gabrielle Goth has always been the strange girl. Black clothes. Dark makeup. A love for the eerie and supernatural. And an unhealthy obsession with The Walking Dead. So when an online trivia game asks a simple question - "If you could be reborn into your favorite TV show, which one would it be?" Gabrielle doesn't hesitate. The Walking Dead. She expected a stupid results screen. Maybe a laugh. Maybe a badge saying "Ultimate Fan." Instead... the world goes black. And when she wakes up? The apocalypse is real. Walkers roam the earth. Civilization is gone. Survival is brutal. But Gabrielle quickly realizes something terrifyingly beautiful... She isn't just another survivor. She's a Gothic Witch - a creature the dead refuse to touch, the darkness bends around, and magic answers to. And she isn't alone. Two predators watch her from the shadows of the ruined world. Daryl Dixon - the silent hunter with eyes that see far too much. Negan Smith - the dangerously charming monster who grins like the end of the world is his playground. But these versions of them are... different. They aren't just men. They're vampires. Ancient. Powerful. Deadly. And the moment they see Gabrielle? They know. She isn't prey. She's theirs. In a world devoured by the dead, three supernatural predators walk among them - a witch and her two vampires - rewriting the rules of survival. Because the apocalypse has no idea what it just unleashed. And neither do the living.