Selfloathing Stories

#book 1 of the cursed blood 📖scars she never showed 📖 A story from the dark pages of Akira nyrae "Her Name on My Tongue Burns Like Prayer." "Find me again," she whispered. "In another world.Even if loving me is forbidden." Fire swallowed the sky. Walls fell. Prayers burned. The world ended-and still, she chose him. He held her bloodied face, forehead to hers as flames rose like judgment. "I will find you," he vowed."Even if gods rise against us.Even if the universe calls us wrong.If loving you is a sin,let damnation remember my name." Fire consumed them. But some promises do not die. They wait. She is reborn as Kaya with no memory of flames,only sorrow etched into her bones.She learns to smile without joy,to bleed without sound,to survive by becoming small. Her scars are unseen in her fear of warmth,in the way she never asks to be held. He is reborn as Maayav storms in his chest, devotion in his blood. A man haunted by something he cannot name. Fire feels familiar.When he looks at her,it isn't meeting.It is returning. He does not remember the vow.His soul bows anyway.They should not touch.They should not want. But forbidden things do not ask permission. Their love is not gentle.It is ancient.Obsessive.Terrifyingly devoted. Cursed by a land that refused to let their souls stay apart. He loves her like something he was punished for once and chose again. She leans into his darkness.He is not her light.He is the shadow that kneels. Some love stories begin with a kiss. Theirs began with fire. Some promises are blessed by heaven. Theirs were rejected. And some scars are never shown because they were carved by a love that refused forgiveness. - Scars She Never Showed Akira Nyrae

*Full description inside, because it's "too long"* Jack loved his life as a Guardian. Protecting children, spreading joy, and finally belonging made the loneliness of his past feel distant, especially with Pitch gone. Yet the world has begun to change. Division, unrest, and a growing coldness spread with no clear cause, until Jack learns the truth: the Spirit of Love, Cupid, has been missing for over a century. To undo the damage, Jack and North set out to find her. Instead of the love-struck spirit he imagined, Jack finds a bitter recluse who agrees to help only if she can return to solitude once Strife-the Spirit of Anger and her natural opposite-is defeated. As Strife prepares for war, Cupid joins the Guardians one last time. Privately, North gives Jack a task: keep her happy. As he grows closer to her, affection comes easily for him, but painfully slow for her. She insists she'll leave when it's over, and Jack begins to realize how deeply immortality, loss, and love have scarred her. Trigger warning! Reader has issues with self-loathing, self-worth, and suicide. If you can't handle those topics, please read with care. I don't own the canon characters or cover art; I own the original characters and plot.

They never taught us that life arrives bearing heartbreak, or the quiet disease that hollows us from the marrow outward. Perhaps the fault is mine alone- too selfish still to recognize the long shadow of ruin I cast, the soft reign of terror left trembling in my wake. If only the years could be rewound, each choice rewritten, each failure met with better hands than the ones I was given. I remember still the simple weight of being ordinary, unbroken, whole. All I need is the way back there.

[Contains depictions of sex, self-harm and depression. For those aged 18 and above only. Read at your own risk.] - A young woman driven by hate and a traumatic upbringing decided to write letters of loathing whilst finding a way to rise from the wounds and her still present. When a man working at a public house found her on the pedestrian lane after an episode of distress, he takes her in and cares for her. Will she open herself for healing? Or will this newfound character in her life bring in more chaos on to her deceitful perception of the world? - Teen Fiction/General Fiction. Written in the English language. Less than 1,500 words per chapter. Cover by @gummy-soju.

A reflection on emotions that linger beneath the surface.

he's dead, and all i am doing is salvaging the memories i have left. but memories run out, and what shall i do then?

My name is Maya This is my story. • • photo credits to whoever photographed it (cover)

Four friends Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Signora, and Dottore all decide to play phasmophobia, turns out they aren't a solid team like these egotistical bitches think they are.

A collection of poem based of the self loathe and twisted sense of beauty of the person.

RANTS ABOUT LIFE

A book of poems all written by me, the author of this book, S. M. If you were ever to repost my content, please ask for permission first. Please do enjoy this book of poems. I sorely wish for you all to find a poem or two you really are able to relate to. Grab a coffee, tea or any of your favourite drinks, sit back, relax and enjoy the book. Thank you for choosing this book. I hope you're able to find a piece of yourself within it.

This is a collection of my late night journal entries as I navigate through the terrible things that people have done to me. This also contains conversations with myself as I wallow in self-loathing for all the things I want to be but can't seem to achieve. This book delves into the pain of knowing how powerless you are and realizing that all you could do is hope that the hurt would be lessened once you materialized your feelings through writing. This body of work is based on my personal experiences, and I am gracious enough to let you take a glimpse. Who knows? Maybe through people relating to my story, I could finally be healed.

You and Jungkook had been friends for a while. You both like it that way. You are so happy to have him by your side.

"Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart." -Fyodor Dostoevsky

Your ex broke up with you a year ago. You've struggled due to depression ever since, though it was always there in the first place. A grey numb. One day, they show up out of nowhere and ask you to go for a drive. Then what?

A poetic source that is showing the reality of self-loathing and the effects.

A short story, pre Apocalyptic. A means to stretch the mind and understand. Societal pressures from a different point of view in order to outline the flaws we face daily.

A coalescence of my depression which came about from deep repression; a case study of mind concession which only comes from introspection.