Historias de Self-conflict

As the title says it's about the series The Night manager /I liked it so I thought I could play a role in it too 😉were I thought There could be someone needed who plays in it ...okay I just imagined I would like to be in it as well so I write this ...hope you like it 😉

My life..... Blackmailed into Slade's evil plans to join his side. He threaten the one I love the most. He will not speak about Star ever. Not while I'm standing. I can't turn my back on him nor Star but Star needs me and I need her. This is my life...A Bloody chaos life....To save Star!!!

Zana is an muslim and chubby teenager who has many dreams and wishs which she wants to be a fulfilled which also included her love life in which she finds her self conflicted and unlucky Follow the journey of zana as she finds accept her true selves and love herself to live happily ever after. As this story shows the defaults in her fantasies.

BIG TW ⚠ A girl who is maturing. She is realizing who everyone is around her including her family and "friends". She starts facing the challenges of being a teenager. She worries that this is always how she's going to feel. But later on she finds a coping method. She gets glued to it until it's all she thinks about. Everyone begging her to stop but she's stuck in a cycle.

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this is used for venting, please be respectful.

What do you do when you know exactly why you sabotage everything good, but you can't stop yourself from doing it anyway? Chapter 2 of series, I fumbled Him (A love story)

What if, there is a world that is similar yet different to what we have known. A world where things fall differently yet falls the same to what we've seen. Witness the story of a person who have the same path as ours but is somewhat different to what we've experienced. P. S. Walang basagan ng trip. Kanya kanyang gusto lang yan. Hehe Love story po ito kaso d ko maiwasan samahan ng kalokohan. Haha

A fan fiction of Twilight Following the life of Renesmee Cullen years after the fight with the vulturie. Like a regular vampire, Renesmee's life is blank. Nothing happens. And repeating high school every two years doesn't help. She's bored. And wants to make something of her life. Well.... Not really. She looks in all of the wrong places. She is reckless. Will she ever turn her life around? What will she do when she find out Jacob imprinted on her?

The things I write to clear ny head, heal my soul, and so I have something to hold on to.

It's just a harmless test. Until it isn't. Harry, after taking the test and passing it, ends up kidnapped. For months with no news people are beginning to lose hope. Until they find him with no memory and out of control magic. How long until the ministry deems him dangerous? Especially when he's not sharing the whole story.

A world, beyond imagination, to be in has now flourished throughout my friends.., but leaving me in the shadows!!

Just a little insight into my thoughts It's just my thoughts on various beliefs, assumptions, issues and much more things that I feel need to be expressed. The cover belongs to its respective artist and I have no copyright.

those who know will understand this longing to be loved

an Eevee fell in love with a Vaporion in which the Vaporeon already had feelings for this Eevee since sometime after he came into this House of Eeveelutions, and little did he know she overheard him while he was making a voice log, should've stuck to a diary my furry friend, however this Eevee is rather suicidal because of all the bullying that's been put onto him. What will happen to the Eeevee? What happened to the umbreon mentioned in other posts? What about the Vaporeon? How will she feel about it? What means will she take to find out the truth and capture true love before it's too late? Read to find out

She was tired of it. So she just decided to runaway but never will go back home. Or can she really ever find a place called home. Picture is mine

A small poem not-poem of those who can relate growing up in a family of chaos, meeting the dread of drowning in the abyss of anguish and self destruction. My poems aren't with many rhymes, but something that helps me cope.

"Can you hear me?" Camelia asked the black cat that sat beside her.It sat down staring at no where,with eyes so ever clouded. "Can you talk to me?" Roa stood under the tall magnificent pine tree,with its tip so far up in the sky,as she gently traced the patterns of the wooden bark. "Can you see me?" Wayne waved his hands as he saw his wooden carving owl.His smile so big,that it filled up all of his emotions,all of them. A story that some of us never told anyone.