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Verso Dessendre, heir to a dynasty of painters, does not bear the weight of his heritage with pride, but with exhaustion. In a family that speaks the language of colors and creating, he is a silent note-a pianist whose music has long ago stopped bringing him joy, the son who feels no calling to paint. His world is one of gilded obligations, and Verso moves through this tense atmosphere like a ghost in his own home, the living heir to a future that seems like a beautifully decorated prison. He never believed he would create anything of his own. He saw only night, until the dawn became a color he could feel. ********* !!! Please be advised that this story is under continuous revision and active editing. This means the plot and characters may evolve, and some narrative threads are subject to change as the tale develops.!!!!! Hi. I haven't seen many fanfics about Verso, so I decided to create one. More or less close to the story from the game, but also within the historical framework of the 19th/20th century. I hope you'll like it. Enjoy!!

I watched as the blood seeped through the white fabric, staining her once white bridal gown. I cradled her in my arms while covering the gun shot wound with my bare hand. Her breath was shallow and labored. She stretched her arm reaching my tears-stained cheek, stroking it with her soft palm. A single tear escaped her eye, sliding to the side. "Don't leave me, please!" I pleaded. Her shivering lips flashed a half smile. "I'm afraid I...I c-can't keep my promise...'' "No...No! You can't leave me Rhel. I won't allow you to,'' I interrupted her, "You're going to be fine...and then w-we'll have our honeymoon. Please don't go. I'm begging you. Don't let go...'' She took a deep labored breath, "I'll always l-love you, L-Luke...'' Before I could reply, her hand went limp, leaving my cheek and her eyes draped close. ~ What if the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company and the city's most handsome playboy fell in love at first sight to a smart and serious photographer, who hates and despises him the most. Can there be an attraction between the two? Luke Xavier Lacela, a young CEO of a multi-billion dollar company met Rhel Cassandra Forbes once upon a time. He fell in love with her eventually. As time goes by, their love bloomed, nothing and no one can tear them apart. But, what if the only person he loved the most would be taken away from him, forever. Will Luke be able to survive without her lover, Rhel? Will he still be able to find happiness? But what if one day he will meet a mysterious woman in an unexpected situation. And the most interesting part is, it's not just any woman, it's Marie Claire Williams, the sexy socialite and the perfect semblance of Rhel Cassandra. Will Luke be able to find love again to Marie Claire, who is the exact opposite of his late lover, Rhel Cassandra? Who is Marie Claire Williams?

"Life is like a poem, never truly finished. But sometimes it's over before it even began, because sometimes a pen runs out of ink."-me

ON HOLD! A collection of random blips that I come up with right in the spot. Some could really happen, some might have already happened, some only exist in our imaginations, and some are just plain unfathomable. I take and fulfill any and all suggestions. I'll literally write anything in here. Enjoy! Also, as of recently, I've decided to collaborate with Brynn Winters, (brynnwinters23) for this project. You can probably tell which ones she does because they're so great, but I'll tell you which ones are hers.

Words are beautiful things , they water the seeds of an idea before blossoming into a flower. A flower full of knowledge

A Flower Shop called The Bloom Room, hides some nasty secrets in its dark, gloomy room. Set on to discover them, will Jane Turner fall prey to the place's menacing Mystery?

5 people-Sal, June, Ruth, Root and Katie- have been fighting against forces unbeknownst to them for 2 and a half years. Together, they make up S.H or Salvis Hominibus, a group that is rebellious against Ayin, the ideal antagonist and stereotypical tyrant. But one day, one of the members decides to join Ayin in their tyranny and become their vice. I guess you could say that nothing lasts forever.

❝but you shattered my heart into pieces, zayn. you broke me.❞ ❝i’m here, lai. i’m willing to mend you again.❞ she was already broken and he fixed her. but he also broke her when she was already fixed. can he mend her again even if it’s too difficult for him to try once more? [Copyright 2013 Yaani Villar | fathomless_. All rights reserved.] [frequent updates; finishing this before summer starts]

As I now have 400 followers I have decided to do an award! Hope you guys enjoy and thanks for 400 followers! [] open [✔️] closed temporarily [] closed for judging []closed forever... (Sorry, pm me if you want me to reopen)

Drug addict walks home drunk and unintentionally opens a gate to a world.

One day in a village, the boy Alvoy returned from his usual training to his mother in his house, a clash happened in his village after a while, between his village and some criminals, Alvoy faced them , and after a while, and in a glimpse of an eye, every person in there has been vanished , including his mother and sister, when he realized that, he looked down to find out that his shadow is smiling.

Lo que comenzó siendo un pasatiempo buscando escapar de las horas interminables de los días más complejos de mi vida, terminó convirtiéndose en un pequeño libro de pensamientos y reflexiones. Quien esté interesado es bienvenido a sumergirse en mi mundo, por demás fuera de lo común.

Hey! this is just a little place you can talk about your obscure ships, or just ships and tropes in general, maybe find someone to rant to as well, make some friends, have fun, share art!

When Helen finaly divorces her husband Peter she finds a new person in her choir who she can relate to, and that is you.

Dans un monde qui avance de plus en plus a un rythme incontrolable , l'humain assiste a sa perdition face a sa propre creation:l'IA. Certains s'y attendaient , d;autres non ........ C'est fou a quel p[oint les poles se sont inversees , l'humain se fait inhumain alors que l'inhumain se fait humain. Ou allons nous ? Dans quelle fossee nous nous sommes engouffree ? Pour le decouvrir , suis moi dans ce parcours plus que fascinant........

A murmur of the land upon which the marching band stomped on in its haunting glory . stories buried for nights that go unnoticed. mostly unnoticed.

Un récit qui m'est venue lors d'une période sombre qui détaille ma vie avant la rencontre de BTS et qui selon moi reflète un peu la vie des membres de BTS et d'autres personnes qui souffrirais comme moi. J'espère que cela vous plaira n'oublie pas de laissez un commentaire.