A collection of short stories
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The little boxes she collected. The ladybugs he made her out of paper. The boxes made in woodshop to hide her ladybugs. The hearty laugher he laughed through his noise. The secret smile she had when he passed by.
The random message that she sent. The dulcet tone of his response. The warmth she indulged in as she sipped the hot chocolate and savoured their conversation. The big, strong arms she yearned for just as the butterfly which yearns to stay in its cocoons. The imagination- far-reaching, yet sprouting.
The walls with scrawled song lyrics and mystique in the music of zest she memorised. The newcomer of her committee and all his hearty laughs and cigarettes. The paper ladybugs that she gazed at every time she came home and all those butterflies nuzzled into her belly as she read the wacky words on top.
The chilly eyes she watched with as flames licked the charred paper bugs. Proof that she was not enthralled. Proof that she was.
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The Time Turner
A story in which Draco and Hermione run away with wone another and six years later, Gryffindors find out. I started this two years ago, and thought I would attempt to bring it some life! ---- "Speaking of," Hermione started, she reached into her pocket and plucked the purple mesh bag from its resting place in her pajamas. "What does this mental contraption say to do?" She pondered with a facial expression that could only describe the events of their morning. She untied the drawstring and uncinched the opening, plucking the card from the bag. She read the note once, proceeded to do a double take and read it again. Draco watched her eyes intently and when he noticed them furrow, he made his inquiry's, "what?" She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, she held the card in-between her pointer and her middle finger flicking her hand in his direction, "You need to burn all that dried mistletoe in the back yard." And with that he cautiously took the paper and watched as she shook her head, walk into their bedroom, and close the door. Finally, he looked down at the note, and right below the instructions of how to use the crystals and the sage lay this message in a loopy and whimsical script written in purple ink, These things may prevent Nargles, but once a home is infested, the only known way to eradicate them is to rid the home of mistletoe as this is where they breed and find shelter. Draco slowly lowered his hand from eye level, and if on cue, a certain orange cat waddled his way into the room, sat by Draco's feet, looked at the note which had the words facing him, and looked inquisitively up at draco. How? Said the furball "I have no idea." Draco responded in jest. ------Zakończone
DESIRE TO CONTROL HER ✅
He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.Zakończone
Is it too late to say Sorry?
"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.Zakończone
The Royal Tatvas
She was shivering as she held those papers.. Closing her eyes she thought once and signed on them and handed them to him. He had devilish yet satisfactory smirk on his face. " Welcome to hell... sweetheart"Zakończone
Spiral Knot (An Office Dark Romance)
Have you ever touched yourself, Miss Hawthorne?" He leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly along the shell of my right ear. My head was growing fuzzy with lust. "Yes," I breathed. "How many times?" "Multiple... multiple times," I answered shakily. "Who were you thinking of when you did it?" he teased, voice thick with dark pleasure. I almost moaned his name but barely held back. "No one." "No one?" He grabbed both of my breasts fully, squeezing them firmly in his large hands. "No one," I repeated weakly. "Have you ever..." He paused, rolling my stiff nipples between his fingers, tugging them lightly. "Done it in front of a man?" I gasped sharply. "No." "Do you want to try it out?" he mumbled hotly against my flushed skin. I heaved hard, my entire body trembling with need. "Answer me." "Yes." "Spread your legs." ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Daphne Hawthorne was living her best life as a recent graduate until she met a mysterious Spanish man with hazel eyes and a flirty smile. It didn't take long before she found herself giving in to him completely, opening her legs and indulging in everything nasty things he wanted. Their relationship quickly grew, leading to marriage, but just four months in, her life fell apart, leaving her broken beyond repair. Three years later, fate drops a near-impossible twist in her lap: a new boss walks in with Gabriel's face. Only he isn't Gabriel-he's Gabriel's twin, the complete opposite in manner and morals. Daphne is pulled between the memory of a man who destroyed her and the confusing, magnetic pull toward this new man who looks exactly the same but acts entirely different. Trust me, you don't want to miss it. (18+ rated ❤️ ) I update this story daily.
𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞| 𝟏𝟖+ (On Hold)
What will happen with a girl of 18 years old an orphan when she meets a ruthless mafia king of 25 years old...... At first sight of that girl he started hating her and decided to torment her..but what is the fault of that innocent girl?? What will he do with her so she breaks down in pieces... "What are you doing with me" she said shuttering... Because she is locked with the headboard of the bed. He devilish smirk at her that scared her more and said .."I am making you my new whore". "No pl...s don't do th..is I a..m sorry for slapping you that d..ay I don't kn..ow who yo..u are ...pls leave me l...et me go" She said shuttering while breathing heavily and crying.. "You think I will leave you" He said and the next moment he tore her dress and hovered above her and started kissing her (not a loving kiss) a hatred full. So what will happen next .... follow me to know the whole story.... This story is only for mature people..... Will she be able to forgive him ????
Control For Love
THIS IS SUPER OLD! I wrote this when i was 16, but its still going strong? So enjoy? I guess....??? ●●●●●●● "Hello m'lady- oh you, look different Ladybug are you ok?" Chat asked "I feel fine, no I feel amazing, better than ever!" Something was wrong. Chat knew Ladybug too well to know that she wasn't ok. He couldn't shake off the feeling. "That's great-" He played along, but was cut off "Except, it's not 'Ladybug' anymore" she spat What was going on? Chat's eyes stared at her confused. "It's Dark Heart" she said, full of venom. ... Marinette gets akumatized and Chat is left alone to try and save her. A miraculous story about true love, facing your fears, nightmares, friends and demons. And keeping promises, no matter what the cost. (Based off/ inspired by, some edits on Instagram) (And some of the photo editings are mine)Zakończone
The unreachable mountain
"You're unbearable!" He kicks her with utter contempt. "Please tell me where I'm wrong, causing you discomfort was not my intention," she said crying, causing him to hit her against the ground again. "Do you think you can live with good intentions? Didn't you have all the time you wanted to change and learn? You still dare to ask for more!" He yells at her with hatred, he blamed her for being the one will cause a woman to be beaten; He didn't want to be that kind of man. However, what he lived with her caused him to bring out what he hated the most about himself from within. -Forget it love- said a woman who was next to her- it's not worth it- this dog was supposed to be her friend, she was supposed to support her just like she did; however he managed so that he and she hated each other and thus be able to steal it. The woman on the floor does not know how much she was framed and harmed by her naivety, nor did she know that this was the beginning of her misfortunes. Because of that woman she did not stop suffering, wherever she went she suffered verbal or physical abuse and everything was orchestrated by this woman; she didn't know until she was about to faint. "Why?" She asked this unarmed woman without knowing why she hated him so much. She never did anything to hurt him. She just laughed viciously without answering him, she didn't have to waste her time with an insect; leaving La to die imprisoned in the house where she was kidnapped. "Answer me!" She got up from her bed screaming "Eh? This looks like my room; Did I reincarnate myself in the past?" She ran to the bathroom just to see that her assumption was correct. She thanked the heavens for this second chance by promising that she wouldn't be fooled a second time.Zakończone
A story in which Draco and Hermione run away with wone another and six years later, Gryffindors find out. I started this two years ago, and thought I would attempt to bring it some life! ---- "Speaking of," Hermione started, she reached into her pocket and plucked the purple mesh bag from its resting place in her pajamas. "What does this mental contraption say to do?" She pondered with a facial expression that could only describe the events of their morning. She untied the drawstring and uncinched the opening, plucking the card from the bag. She read the note once, proceeded to do a double take and read it again. Draco watched her eyes intently and when he noticed them furrow, he made his inquiry's, "what?" She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, she held the card in-between her pointer and her middle finger flicking her hand in his direction, "You need to burn all that dried mistletoe in the back yard." And with that he cautiously took the paper and watched as she shook her head, walk into their bedroom, and close the door. Finally, he looked down at the note, and right below the instructions of how to use the crystals and the sage lay this message in a loopy and whimsical script written in purple ink, These things may prevent Nargles, but once a home is infested, the only known way to eradicate them is to rid the home of mistletoe as this is where they breed and find shelter. Draco slowly lowered his hand from eye level, and if on cue, a certain orange cat waddled his way into the room, sat by Draco's feet, looked at the note which had the words facing him, and looked inquisitively up at draco. How? Said the furball "I have no idea." Draco responded in jest. ------
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