Instable Stories

The feeling of desire for love and belonging is a deep, yearning emotion that combines longing, vulnerability, and hope. It involves a strong wish for connection and acceptance from others, coupled with a profound need to be understood and valued. Twenty-four-year-old, Bethany Loya, harbors a secret crush on someone. Which slowly transcends into an obsession over time. Her infatuation towards her coworker gradually transforms into stalking behavior, leading her to monitor his activities obsessively. Her actions escalate from innocent admiration to invasive and unsettling behavior, ultimately jeopardizing both her own well-being and the other person's privacy.

Have you ever read "The begining , or the end?" ? If so , then you should definetly read this book as well! It's the second one! If you haven't read "The begining , or the end?" , then go check it out!

Erebus was one of the primordial deities in Greek mythology, born out of the primeval void, Chaos. It was the personification of the deep darkness and shadows. (A code word for what the characters say in case of danger.) 😌

"You're so loved, Henrietta. So loved." Those words, haunt my dreams. I've tried, numerous times to try and remember more. It's impossible. I picture an off yellow glow and then the soothing words echo throughout the scene. The soft voice of a woman. Then as my brain works over drive to recollect anymore a huge headache occurs and the colours swirl until I am in complete darkness. Still, I feel calm. I am not afraid of darkness, in fact I consider it my friend. Taking me away from the harsh realities of life. One of these realities is that I am a cat. Well, become a cat. At precisely seven at night my whole body begins to itch and I lose control. I watch as my fingers turn into claws and my clothes fall off me. As always, the last part of me to change is my eyes. When I am human my eyes are a deep brown, but as soon as I turn the brown disappears and a vibrant blue over powers it. My pupils elongating and my tail, so fluffy and expressive sitting on top of my bottom. At night I come alive, living a life no other human will ever live. As a feline. I am, Nocturnal Purrings.