Selfdestruction Stories

Kayra thought she was losing her mind-until something answered her. She gave it a name... and it obeyed. Now a powerful servant is bound to her-loyal and dangerous. It watches her, protects her, listens to everything she says. But something else has noticed her. Older. Stronger. And it has no intention of sharing. (Reverse Harem | Dark Fantasy)

It was hard for me to grow up, being surrounded by men who only valued lustful satisfactions, such and sex, drugs and money. I was never a fan of any of those things, so that forced me to go on a path of my own, during that journey, I discovered my own philosophy. A philosophy which values having principle above all.

Warning: I don't mind wrapping you up in my paper blanket of love poem promises to keep you warm from yourself and allow the depressing lines inside to give you a paper cut, I am a cruel poet. ••• "To indulge in your existence that flows through the hole in my heart onto the small Bright coloured orchid we've hidden from the eyes of the rules is my wanting." •••Quoted piece©

Esther : He's everything I hate. From head to toes. Physically and morally. He's a disgusting mess of music, drugs and girls. He's trying to get in my pants, but I won't even let his dirty fingertips touch my arm. He thinks he's better than everyone. I don't date junkies. Who does he think I am? Dave : She's everything I could ever dream of. Physically and morally. She's a beautiful organisation of study, beauty and determination. But even then, she hates me. I will prove her wrong. She says nasty shit about me and thinks I'll never know it's from her. Who does she think I am?

Poetic thoughts I found hard to express face to face. Basically this is my diary in bits and pieces that I can remember given how overwhelming my emotions were at that time. A little bit of darkness and light as there is usually a rainbow after a big storm so brace yourself for the insight of a dysfunctional young woman's thoughts. Becoming self-aware and the process of it all. A page a day. And for the world to know my thoughts from my perspective of my life and the unforseen occurrences.

In this book, I will go over the process of becoming my true self accepting reality, and my thoughts on how you can do it yourself. If you are someone trying to figure who they are I hope this can help along the way. If you are someone trying to figure who they are I hope this can help along the way. Also, I am not the best with commas and stuff. I'm great with English but that is one of the few things I never learned. Ironic isn't it?

snippets of a relationship. solo requiem ©diorhyu 2024

"Us monsters can only rely on what made us monsters in the first place." Yuya wakes up in his bed, his eyes being blinded by the mercy of the sun's rays. Something didn't feel right. He slowly gets reminded of the days prior, wanting to forget. . ݁₊ ⊹ Did i wake up the syudou fandom? Based on "へべれけジャンキー" and "Call Boy" by syudou, made this for fun and thought i should share, buh bye!

Claire slept with one guy - once - and has lived to regret it. Lucien has never been out of the house. He's blind. She's wild. They were once friends. Somehow they collide and spend the summer together. Clair with her secrets, Lu with his fears. It's a suffocating combo. Something, out of which nothing can bloom. Or can it?

Riley's guaranteed to be a Caregiver, but what Little would want a Caregiver that has no time for them? None, of course. So, what does Riley do to solve that? Lie and pretend to be a Neutral, a new upcoming Classification open to all those who don't lean into any of the standard ones. However, when her Caregiver side gets out of control, and she starts to get judged for her decision, would there still be a chance to turn around? Or, will she be stuck where she is due to the consequences of her actions? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This can be read as a stand-alone even though it's a sequel to I'll Never Be Little. There will only be spoilers for the first book. However, if you've never read a Classification-style book before, I suggest you read I'll Never Be Little first. THIS STORY IS NOT BXB.

Jack had never liked the new world. The objects there were insufferable, the competition was a waste, and everyone there already hated him. Though in a change of events, being alone isn't a choice anymore, and now he is left dangling Paper in his hand. Just for the competition, of course... he was always going to be better off. - A Paperspades/Paper x Jack Fanfic! - Payjay mentions dni

TW: suicide, suicide thoughs, selfharm, blood, self-destruct, rape, killing, murder SUICIDE IS NOT THE BEST CHOICE please dont hurt yourself, text me instead if you have some problems at home/school, tell someone

Placed a few weeks after the kids and their parents managed to escape the facility and Ashlyn is spiralling. (I love Ashlyn Angst, Teehee)

Trilby didn't lose herself all at once. No. The wheels began turning slowly but surely, when she met with the father she'd last seen as a mere toddler and the family he chose over her. They are nothing like her, and they make sure she knows it. From the moment Trilby steps into their perfect home, all dripping wet while dragging her drenched and heavily packed suitcases on their grey Persian carpet, she is not so subtly glared at. She is condemned. Her fate, sealed. In a mansion built on appearances and silence, she quickly becomes the cold reminder of what her father, their dad, once did. Every look strips her down, every dinner turns into a quiet execution and it's not long before every argument is about her. Surrounded by cold smiles, unspoken resentments, a family that wants absolutely nothing to do with her and nowhere to go after her mother blatantly forsook her for her new husband and her two step children, Trilby mistakes survival with self-destruction. By the time her mother, the reason Trilby is with her father's other family, notices or her father finally looks closer, the signs are no longer warnings but wreckage. Trilby is broken beyond repair and a long lost course. Yet somewhere in the quiet aftermath of her destruction, the world seems to hold its breath, waiting. Trilby's life, once a predictable arc of reckless choices and fleeting pleasures, is now teetered on an edge she hadn't realized existed. A pivot she didn't see coming, a whisper of something, or better yet a certain someone, who'd always been there, but she'd been too blind to note. But now, faced by her new cold reality of raw pain and emptiness, his presence seemed to pulse with unspoken significance. As though he had been waiting for this exact moment, waiting for her to stumble, to break, to see. And in that realization, chilling yet oddly comforting, Trilby feels the first strange tug of a new path opening, one that might lead to more ruin or revelation...

Just read it. You'll cry. And then read it again. And then regret it. And then cry again anyway.

The same flames that hurt, are the ones that sustain.

They loathe each other. Shoto Todoroki and Katsuki Bakugo have been locked in a deathmatch since day one. Sworn enemies, fated rivals, forever foes-or whatever they want to call it. It's only a matter of time before the tension snaps. This story contains mature themes such as drug use, self-harm, and smut. #1 in todobaku #1 in bakutodo #1 in shototodoroki #1 in bakugoxtodoroki #1 in todorokixbakugo #1 in selfdestruction

A sorrow stricken teenage, commits his final act of self destruction.

Casey, like many other teenage girls in this world, thinks she isn't normal. Is she really? What does normal mean? These are questions the poor girl asks herself wherever she goes. She's stuck between a rock and a hard place with love interests that pull and twist her heartstrings in opposite directions and circles she never fits into. What is Casey's destiny? Does she have one? Has she ever had one..?