Lullabies Stories

(Based on the Academy series by C.L.Stone. Do not copy as a lot of this is original work from other stories I'm working on. I just wanted to play around with them in a fanfiction for fun. So I'll be pretty pissed if I find them used elsewhere.) MATURE CONTENT WARNING: there will be abuse and sexy scenes. Lullaby just moved to Charleston, North Carolina. But besides that fact she's still locked away from the rest of the world. Kept in the basement and only allowed out to clean at night, she's got a very small world that's hers. Her mother is cruel and abusive, her father distant and complacent, her sister jealous and malicious. In her basement she creates her own worlds, by painting them on the walls. Her only music is her voice that she dances to. She's beautiful and creepy and socially stunted yet so full of wonder and compassion. Nine men are exhausted from their mission at Ashley Walters. The students belong in prison, the 'management ' is a joke, and the trailers out back are ridiculous. They're apart of The Academy - a secret society with the goal to better the world by any means. Their students are immortal warriors, trained to protect. The Blackbourne team is at a slight disadvantage though - they're missing their mate. Each team has a mate, a single individual to be shared between them for all eternity. This mate will become their center, their reason for existing. She'll also empower them and make them stronger. So when a flirty doctor, a music prodigy, and a foul mouthed artist hear an angel singing on their way back from the diner - imagine their horror and surprise when they find their mate lives in a concrete cage. Imagine their surprise that she's been locked away since her childhood over a unique gift each mate is blessed with. A gift meant to be revered and guarded. Her gift being unheard of and new - the lullaby. Coincidence? Perhaps there's more to her tale than the evil mother and the girl who lives in the basement. #LuluSmash

These are just a few original songs I've written. Some were written by me and my bestfriend Kyleigh.

My Creation That helps me to let out all shit words inside my head, and make it to aesthetic piece of poem or spoken FOR ME. I made I create my own world So that i can breath and feel safe Warm and not suffocate I share my adventure to you Hope that i can help you too And make you feel that you're not alone. Maraming mga bagay na hindi natin masabi orally, ang nahanap kong way para maluwagan kahit konti itong tali ay ang idaan na lang sa pag susulat ng kung ano ano. Na sa alam ko'y ito ang nag papakalma sa pakiramdam ko. Welcome to my bitch world

❝ 𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈! ❞ No... I'm not talking about the story. I'm talking about the lives. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☼ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Some stories are made of sunshine and rainbows. Others are made of nothing but storms. But the best ones... Are made of sunshine and rain. After all... A rainbow isn't born from sunshine alone. It needs the rain, too. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☾ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Meet 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐞-𝐫𝐢𝐦 and 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨. Neither of them is the sunshine. Neither of them is the rain. Maybe they're both a little bit of each. Maybe that's why every coincidence feels a little too familiar... Every goodbye feels a little too heavy... And every meeting feels less like the beginning... And more like remembering. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☽ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Perhaps Minho isn't 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐. Perhaps Hae-rim isn't 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕. But maybe... Just maybe... Every lifetime finds its own Romeo and Juliet. 　　　　　　　　　☾ 　　　𝒷 𝑒 𝓃 𝑒 𝒶 𝓉 𝒽 𝓉 𝒽 𝑒 𝓈 𝒶 𝓂 𝑒 𝓂 𝑜 𝑜 𝓃 　　　　　　　　　☽

A world without words is worthless. It is the words that inspires us, helps to communicate, make us believe in something. So why not use this words to express ourselves. Leaving Charlotte... is not a book with some poetry about love, romance or any kind of stuffs. It's more than that, it's about the those people who strive to seek something in their life, to live free, and to think free.

One hundred days of poetry, completely random. Creative juice overflow, you just found an nice place to bounce you ideas. Need inspiration? Check this out! READ/VOTE/COMMENTS are welcome!

let's hide under blankets if that's where you feel safe and let's shere these blank thoughts you thought noone cares about. i do care

This is a book of all of the songs I've ever written. Apparently they sounded a bit like poetry, so I wanted to share them with you. Any banners or covers would be greatly appreciated :) Thanks for reading

A collection of poems depicting colors as I see them.

(ENJOY!)

I looked around and i saw blood. Blood on the walls, blood on my hands, blood on her. Who is she? For that i will answer with a story. Not just an ordinary story. A story of how a girl changed the life of an assassin and here is how it begins...

"My dear Naereshcka, I won't always be here to protect you so you have to become stronger to protect this family. Promise?" "Yes, daddy. I promise." He smiled at me before weakly holding up an arm to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen from my eyes. "I love you, my beloved immortalia." "I love you too, daddy." Then, he let go.

Avril Lavigne Fourth Album "Good Bye Lullaby" 2011

Harley Simmons isn't your typical Stanford girl. She's a demon, but a good demon. These are incredibly rare, and when she befriends Sam Winchester at Stanford, she realizes how much danger she's in. With nowhere else to go, she follows Sam and his brother Dean on their hunts, all the while trying to not let them discover what she really is.

The feeling that washed over me as I watched their houses burn down was indescribable, but the complete calm that engulfed me as I listened to their cries for help was infinitely better. As I fell asleep to the sounds of screams each night, I couldn't help but smile. I wouldn't expect anyone to understand. Many people don't know how to find calm, or where to look for her, but I sure did. You see, she liked to play hide and seek a lot, but she'd always be the one hiding and I'd always be the one seeking, and some people might call that unfair but I enjoyed being the seeker. It made me feel important; if I couldn't find calm, then no one ever would. But believe me, she's always found. I am the best goddamn seeker this world has ever seen. // A short story I wrote for an English Assignment

A finch, with a broken wing, feels hopelessly idle, for any other bird he knows can fly. However, it is on the very dirt he cursed that he grows to love himself.