PILLS AND POTIONS

PILLS AND POTIONS

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"I walked in to the toilets not understanding what has happening. I looked in the mirror to see if my eyes where fucking with me and I saw it. My eyes. They weren't.... human. The where black with a gold glow around where the irises should be. 'WHAT THE FUCK' I screamed to the mirror. I smashed my fists against the mirror in hopes that the picture would go away. Staring at my cut up knuckles I felt my legs start to go numb and felt them give way, the only thing I remember was hearing the crunch of my skull hit the tiles and my vision start to go black from the edges in." Ebony hunter is not human. She realised that when rose bushes started to wither at her glance and when lights go out when she's upset. Words appear on walls when she thinks that and pages burn without flame when she doesn't like what's being written. But when things start to get scary, for example a she accidentally made someone stab themselves because she didn't like them, and not just one but two boys start to fancy her, will she survive the end of her sanity? Or will the pills and potions kick in already?
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College? No, this was paradise. Three years filled with partying, not so secret underground drug-deals, and hot-headed men sliding into beds like snakes with no self-control. Things were different now. I wasn't that perfect, frill-wearing angel Mama thought would walk into the house ring-beared. So many things had changed, except for one. Him. He was a disease, one I couldn't get rid of no matter how hard I tried. Everytime he's near, I feel myself turn into something I've never seen before. Like there's something under my skin only he is capable of bringing out. He's manipulative, twisted, and completely wrong in every way. I hate him. Yet every night, from miles away, I find him in my dreams. Mikhail Volkov Fuck the patriarchy. Better yet, fuck everything and everyone. It was a game of cat and mouse, me chasing victories every single day. The Bratva's constant want for war was what kept the fuel in my blood, burning up into flames whenever my knuckles made contact with another opponent. In the end, I'm always the one left standing. This fire in my bones, I feel it burst into flames while every dark memory, thought and desire runs into my fists. So many medals, but only the people around me could see them. The real battle was against my head. And maybe, just maybe, I was afraid to admit that I had no chance in winning it. She makes it harder. An angel with wings to everyone else, yet a master at unveiling those devil's horns only when I'm near. There's this darkness, this fire, in the both of us. The only difference is, she's better at hiding it. She was gone, far away, yet there was this tether dowsed in fuel connecting us, one that only lit up when she came back. Every time she's near, I feel the limits surrounding my wrath being tested. Then again, rules are only made to be broken, right? Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

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