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Become The Queen

LETTURE 1,082
Voti 51
Parti 16
Tempo 16m

LETTURE 1,082
Voti 51
Parti 16
Tempo 16m

abuse broken bullying hurt love romance sad shattered triggerwarning

No matter how much it hurts, how much you torture me, still know that I love you. Even if it doesn't seem like it, I'm slaying everything that is killing me. I don't want to fall in love, but in the end it doesn't really matter. But I will remember that you have long forgotten me.Tutti i diritti riservati

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𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀 -Pyscho's Heartbeat di aimanpinks

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. "You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger. He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not. "You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw. His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin. Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew. He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho. "Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.

My Short Stories di sinmagsc

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Love Is Blind di Tati20154

XO Cassandra di Blondieeee13

I know these letters are stupid, and I know that you won't write back... but I just wanted you to know that I miss you, and I love you, and I always will. XO Cassandra (This book may be triggering to some people; depression, disorders, etc.)

The German's Obsession di Amethyst_Moonn

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Painted Smile | Dan x Reader di Calybear7

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Dear Bully di emmahaywood_

Why can't you just love me for who I am. Oh I forgot, you won't let me. I wish that you could understand how I feel, but no because you the bully and that's why I'm writing to you now. You make me feel like crap everyday. I wake up knowing what's coming when I get to school. * * * * I wish that you could just leave me alone...

Broken Love di Juliette_Audrielle

Sorry? Sorry for what? You didn't do anything. This will never be your fault. I don't even know where to start. There is so much i want to say. But the more i look at you the more it hurts me. Your nervous and scared. You won't even keep eye contact for more than two seconds before you look away again. Your arms are folded into your stomach. Like your too scared to move or say anything else. I have destroyed you haven't I?

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