Sicklysweet mga kuwento

*⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅* × Sickly-sweet × Various Yandere boys × fem!reader --Cancelled-- *⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅* --This story will no longer be updated due to many things-- Reason one - I no longer go by she/her as frequently and I based the reader as a female and it makes me uncomfortable sometimes to re-read since I imagine myself (I am gender fluid) Reason two- I have little time and little motivation- I have grown to love the characters but sometimes it's hard to find time to write and I have no ideas and little motivation Reason three- I have not been doing well physically and mentally- my depresson has gotten worse which is making me lash out and cry and ugh- I also have not been eating and am underweight for my age and hight- I think I should put my work and health first before I hurt my friends irl Reason four- I honestly did not know where I was going with this story- I don't know how I would make several fictional characters fight over the reader. I should have done one fictional character. I also have terrible memmorie so sometimes I mix up the characters or make them sound differently from what I meant --I am sorry-- Story by: StalePastelCake Cover by: UZUMAKICORE Published: February 14 2020 MAJOR EDITING started: Jan. 25. 2021 Ended: July 8, 2021 *⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅* Foul language - abuse - gore - none of the art is mine - ♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡

Have you ever wondered what happens to smoke when it drifts away into the dreamy clouds, or thought about what happens to the extra perfume that doesn't land on your wrist? Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, there is a certain place where vaporized smells go? Go ahead. Laugh. But when you read this story and learn about a whole new world out there, up above the clouds, you won't be laughing, I can guarantee you that.

Short stories (basically kinda one shots) about paradoxes, alternative universes, HORROR STORIES and sad little things I try to pass off as creative

Some Important junk to say.

Riviera. A mafia name no one wants to disrespect. A mafia name no one knows about, but knows all about. A mafia name so power hungry and ruthless you'd suspect they'd work for Satan himself. Alas this mafia is not like the others. No. This one is run by one cute little girl. A little girl with a gift. A gift that's wrath, if bestowed upon someone, would cause other worldly pain and anguish. This little Riviera has D.I.D. splinting her mind, body, and soul in thirds with her three personalities. Josephine, Joana, and Jacquelyn. Neither one better, all of them worst.

Ariana's dreams of being the popular one and dating Jake Mulligan are slowly starting to form. But not in the way she was expecting them to

Here is a poem called "sickly sweet". Cover is unrelated context-wise. I just wanted the world to see this amazing, spectacular, utterly blinding picture of dallon weekes. That is all.

This is a book of my poetry. Please do enjoy. :)

-MATURE CONTENT- Must follow me to read private chapters Rath looms over me with messy damp hair and dark, hooded eyes. My heart gets lodged in my throat. He's standing so close to me and I can feel waves of heat roll off of him. It makes my entire feel warm, starting from my cheeks to my thighs. Everything about Rath is hot and that's what scares me the most. He's a creature is so beautiful it would be a sin to look at him. "Do you need anything?" My voice also gets caught in my throat because that was barely unintelligible. "Yes, as a matter of fact," he says in a deep husky voice. "I need a few things from you, kitten."