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. Another life. 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 pauses, 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.Loss feels intimate. 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.Everything is wrong- too deep, too fast, too consuming. 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 because it is the only place that does not demand she be whole. 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.

She's always known she's nothing, but she is on a journey to discover something. All characters and situations in this writing are fictional, but meant to shed light on the mental health of teenage girls, as well as the hardships in first responder relationships.

Is the feeling of freedom fleeting? 13th poetry collection Highest Peak: #157 in Poetry

Awoken from her restless slumber, Iris finds herself constantly trapped in a dangerous game of hide and seek. A game filled with loathing, delusion, and self-deception.

An au about Leo's post-movie struggles and other things aswell and my female oc May's struggles ############ (Ha you thought the plot would be leaked! nahhhh :3) Main characters are Leo, May, and Donnie. With appearances of the others also

Hey, I hope you are fine and if not, I believe in you and I hope you will be better soon <3 Here you can find self-written poetry by me. Feel at home here and like to write your thoughts. I have only just started writing stories and poetry, and I am happy to accept suggestions for improvement.

Nothing is more dangerous than a naive person in love. A short story about a nameless protagonist who finds herself on trial after committing a serious crime believing it would bring her closer to her beloved. Instead, she finds herself alone and abandoned. Lost, broken and on the verge of throwing her future and reputation away; she must face the consequences of her actions. As well as learn a valuable lesson about the true meaning of love. Consider this your wake up call. Whether she will use this experience as an opportunity for introspection, redemption and growth or allow it to destroy her life it's up to her to decide.

Dad raised you to believe that honesty is the best policy, so it's okay for you to write these things all over the walls, it's okay to listen to the cackling voices, it's okay to hate yourself like this. After all, you're just being honest with yourself.

There are moments in our life which you want to forget and just want to move on but you can't seem to forget it. Delete all those sad moments and refresh all the happy moments. But the thing is when nothing appreciable and pleasurable happenes in your life.. ******* Your smile is the only reason that keeps me alive. I would give you my soul for your comfort even if it leaves me dark and cold. P.S. I would love you, forever and always..... (Slow updates) Special thanks to @jurnauhl And meganrh160 ❤️❤️

these stories goes out to the people ,with the okay lives ,the ones who cant explain why they feel so sad ,why they're anxious all the time. This story goes out to those who check all the mental illness boxes but still refuse to believe that, that's them .This story goes out to my mentally FRACTURED individuals who cant seem to grasp why the pain hits so deep and why they refuse to be classified as depressed.This goes out to my homies who are in immense pain but choose to keep their mouths shut ,thinking that if they were to come out with it , it will only be viewed as a PHASE. THIS STORY GOES OUT TO MY PEOPLE WHO KEEP IT ALL INSIDE ,BECAUSE THEY THINK THAT IF THEY SPEAK OUT THAT THEY'LL BECOME the ATTENTIONS SEEKERS THEY COULDNT STAND even tho they're not . This story goes out to my FRIENDS who wish there was someone who knew the right thing to say ,who wish their parents knew how to react a certain way but know deep down inside they're just gonna have to CONSOLE THEMSELVES . This is for you . I dont know if it'll save you, but I do hope it'll make you feel less alone. Because this may SUCK ,but it's always good to know you are not facing the SHIT STORM on your own

Alex is Jack's bad habit and no matter how much it hurts him, he can't seem to break away.

"Cat Blanc, Lady Rage, I order you to give me your miraculous. But first, since I've already won, I'l let you have a little fun. Cat Blanc, I give you the ultimate power of destruction. Lady Rage, I give you the power to absorb destructive energy and use it as your own. I'll even offer you this: whoever beats the other gets to keep their powers. Do we have a deal?" Both Ladybug and Cat Noir look at each other in absolute loathing and give a simple "Yes Scarlet Moth" before being enveloped in purple and black smoke. Takes place during Season 4 after Gang of Secrets and before Mr. Pigeon 72. If you haven't watched Guiltrip I would watch it before you read. Thanks.

"if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche But what of the opposite of that? A being who gaze into the abyss, and transcendent the void? One word, humans call them 'Angels'. This is a story of an enlightened non human being.

Parts of me Welcome to abyss, the depth of my mind. This is a collection of poems on feelings which go much beyond the single word used to describe them. Abyss is all about the darkness within. It's all about the things in the head of a seemingly naive and innocent teen.

I needed to vent.

I would rather forget everything about you. I would rather forget what you look like, what you smell like, and how you made me feel. I want to forget all of the happy memories that we had together because my God, it makes me want to sob. You did nothing but cause me great pain. Fuck you.