Safeandsound Stories

twilight saga: breaking dawn part 1 Bella and Edward are getting married on Nina's birthday, dont worry they have full permission. its not the first time all of them have forgotten Nina's birthday, Nina included. but Bella comes back pregnant, and it could kill her. Edward and Jake want it to go, Alice respects her wishes but calls it, it. Rosalie and Bella are overjoyed and want to keep the baby. Carlisle, Esme and Emmett are no man's land. what side is Nina on? i dont own twilight that goes to Stephanie Meyer. i only own Nina, her family, her step father's family, the Greek, french, Italian and German coven and the Brazilian were-panthers. i also own all their stories and back stories so hands off.

This poem is made to show an appreciation for the love of her life. He completes her and that's the most beautiful thing a woman could ever have.

A story told from a multi-abuse victims point of view, telling us her story of her childhood traumas. As she tells her side of the story, she hopes to heal not only herself. But those who have been or are going through something similar to hers. Names and most locations in this story have been changed for privacy reasons. There are others like her going through something similar. And are afraid not knowing what can happen next. There are others not knowing how to heal and move forward after events as such. Not only is it a way to let her story be heard, it's her way of healing and reaching out to others fighting their silent battles. Warning ⚠️ harsh language, violence, death, abuse, drug and alcohol addiction, sexual activity, and more. Reader discretion is advised.

It manifested when I was 12, at the time I was just happy that my father was finally out of my life. I didn't expect it to happen but it did, and it opened my eyes to how sick people can be. I managed to escape, and to this day I still don't know how. It was either a miracle or just pure luck. My life got worse from then on chase after chase and city after city. They always knew where to find me, police just made it worse. This time I'm determined not to be found. I can't get caught and leave my family alone again. I will do anything and everything I have to. To stay safe, stay hidden and live under the radar. Because the world isnt ready for what I am, what I am capable of. I've been forced to live a life of a criminal. Not because I committed a crime, but because my existence is a crime. Well, I didn't commit a crime, before. °°° "What-what are you hiding Sienna?" His expression was intense, foreboding. I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. "Tell me," he persists. "I know something is wrong, you are fucking wrong," a step closer to me "what are you?" The question was barely a whisper. I falter and step back, "n-nothing, I'm fine, what are you even saying!" I am NOT involving any more people. I wont be the cause of another- "I saw the scars, the lights, the fire, I can't pretend I didn't anymore!" I wince at his voice, when did he start to care? What a joke, I can't belive I'm feeling this speechless when I have a billion lies on my tongue. I was never good under pressure. I tended to explode with bursts of either temper or silence. Over the years I have learned both of these have deadly consequences. °°° This is copyrighted. Enjoy!

My impatient eyes snapped to the entrance of that vintage store.The piercing sound of the door chime alarming me from the plank I was drilling into at the site. Finally,She came. She trudged towards the cash counter in a frenzy as she was late.She quickly clasped the attendance clipboard that was plastered at her side and started scribbling on it.Her usual routine.I watched her every move like a hawk. An insanely obsessive hawk. Alluring. Gorgeous. Intimidating. There wasn't enough words in the universe to describe her beauty. As her eyes wandered around the crooked and dusty wooden shelves of the dimmed store,she caught me gazing at her through the window. Her pitch black,large doe pools caught my eerily cloudy blue ones.I smirked and winked at her innocently. Little did she know the stream of compulsive thoughts about her that were drowning my mind in a complete utter disarray.The fact that I wanted to caress her bare skin with my rough and calloused fingers.The fact that I wanted to kiss every damn inch of her body.The fucking fact that I wanted her lovely legs to be wrapped tightly around my torso as I devoured her sweet,sweet lips. Tasting her. Enjoying her. And I,Dominic Eastwood,determined in that very moment,she will be mine... Screw that! She already is Mine. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They bumped into each other when they were little. Now,they bumped into each other again. One was in college, the other was in high school. One had a future filled with ambiguity, the other had a past filled with secrets. In his eyes,she was his precious princess. In her eyes,he was her biggest saviour. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You can't start a fire in another's heart till it's burning in your own ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •All images and GIFs contained in this story are strictly not under my possession and are taken from other websites• •Mature Language ahead•

"Just close your eyes The sun is going down you'll be alright nothing will hurt you now Come morning light You and I'll be safe and sound" ______________________________ - Tayler Swift ||⚠️⚠️ There might be TW ⚠️⚠️|| |Credit Idea: TikTok: basil._.bee | | Song credit: Taylor Swift and Champions | I really hope you guys like this :))

When a boy (named Darell) discovereds he is not the only one in his house after seeing someone opening the door for someone else and let's him in Darell nones that he is not home alone he soon released that these two guys go into a secret room that Darell has never since in his life. Now it all up to Darell and his group of friends to find out what these guys are doing in his house and why is there a secret room in his house. Those Darell and his friends got what it takes.

It seemed like years since Silver left there world, but it had only been months. On the day she left the sky darken and a simple door appeared where she was standing, mostly everyone was confused but someone was angry. This right here is the true ending for The Last One and my 'break'. (missed yah guys!)

This is a chapter by chapter book that will help woman exscape their abuser (significant other) .. You will follow my journey as I outsmart and unravel myself and children out of this deadly entanglement... I married a whole imposter. But watch me get out. He's threatened to kill me. So I can't just say oh I'm leaving or I'm a dead woman, and I mean that. When you are in a situation like I'm in you have to strategize and get in survival mode now. But how many woman are going through this very situation I'm going through? hundreds on top of hundreds of woman ... and it's time to bring this issue to the forefront an issue America , hell the world haven't really shed light on as a matter of daft there is no light shed on this type of situation because we are suffering in silence.. If you or someone you know is in a domestic violence relationship please call the domestic violence hotline where they have professionals that can help you. But the first thing you have to make sure you're leaving "Safe Exit" ... Domestic violence is never okay and I'm going to get us all out of this.. just watch ... #realshit #reallife #womanaresufferinginsilence

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A little one-shot that came into my mind when I listened to the song. I recommend listening to it when it comes up. Hope you enjoy it. Warning: Box x Boy, don't like, don't read!

some poetry about life hope u'll love it . Thanks people .... Don't forget to vote ......love you😊

[...] Here was the dagger, what Mark would have wanted so much never to hear, what he was deeply ashamed of: the psychological bullying that had inflicted him until a few years before. Mark wasn't at all proud, he realized over time that despite all the bad things he had done, Donghyuck was always next to him, looking for him, defending him and helping him if it was necessary. Mark had never apologized for what he had done, and felt responsible for the unstable mental condition of the youngest, did those words really hurt that much? "What are you thinking about?" His pangs of guilt were interrupted by Donghyuck's weak voice that, still lying on Mark's legs, was looking at an indefinite point of the ceiling of that warehouse, his sight had probably already failed. Mark sighed before talking, not knowing if it was appropriate to say something like that at that time. If Hyuck had escaped in another memory while he was already trapped in one, Mark will have lost him forever, accelerating only his death. The younger's brain would go haywire, but Mark did not want to let him go without first apologizing to him, whether that sped things up or not, Mark had to apologize for all the harm he had done. "I think... that you're a good person..."

1940, WWII, England. London. The great victim of the blitz. One man has had it harder than most. His name, Arthur Kirkland. Can his partner, Alfred, comfort him?