L'ombre d'Aileen
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अंतिम प्रकाशन मंगल, फ़र 13, 2018
Aileen vie. Tout simplement. Elle n'est pas heureuse, elle n'a pas d'amie mais elle a un travaille. Elle est employer dans une usine de fabrication de boite, son souhait le plus cher est d'oublié. Oublié l'ombre, l'ombre terrifiante qui la traque jusqu'à ses pensées les plus profondes.
La bête comme Aileen l'appelle ne cesse de la harceler dès le réveil, au travail, et même jusqu'à dans ces rêves.
Rectification Aileen ne vie pas.. Elle survie !
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सबसे बड़े कथावाचन समुदाय में शामिल होंवैयक्तिकृत कहानी अनुशंसाएं प्राप्त करें, अपनी पसंदीदा कहानियाँ अपनी लाइब्रेरी में सहेजें, और अपना समुदाय बढ़ाने के लिए टिप्पणी और वोट करें।
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LOOKOUT
Everyone has a different story behind closed doors... Hunter POV "Who are you?" I spoke out She turned around quickly, quite shocked. "Ah, hi, sorry I wasn't snooping or anything. I happened to stumble across it. I'm Brontë. My eyes just locked on her; I didn't mean to -- she just caught my breath. Her curly golden hair fell just below her waist, accentuating her tan skin. Her dark brown eyes were a mix of grey and green, glistening with the light. She was wearing ripped black jeans and an oversized hoodie, along with a pair of Timberlands. I looked back up to her face, "You'd better go. The Lookout is no place for a girl like you."She nodded and walked past me, disappearing through the passage. I didn't mean to come across as rude. She just seemed dainty, like you don't want to mess with a girl like her. Brontë, I like it.पूर्ण
Saved
She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.पूर्ण
𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞
Sloan. 17 years old. Billionaire. Mafia Queen. At the age of 2 Sloan was kidnapped from her family by her father's second in command and taken to Spain. He was psychotic and was obsessed with Sloan from birth. Till the age of 10 she experienced constant physical and verbal abuse. Sloan knew he was never her father, she never believed him even when he punished her for saying so. He died a slow death, killed by his enemies, leaving Sloan in foster care. Where she is immediately adopted by a man and woman, who have no real good intentions. They thought they could be push overs to the 10-year-old, but after 8 years of abuse she has had enough. She learns to fight, meeting people that become her first ever family, building her empire from the ground up. Becoming a name that people are afraid to mention. The D'Aboville's, left shattered after their daughter and sister is kidnapped from their home by a trusted mafia member. They've looked for years always coming up empty handed, until they get an anonymous call saying that the said trusted member was killed, but they heard nothing about their daughter. Thinking she died with him or long before, they call off their search. Only to get a call 7 years later saying that their long lost daughter was in fact very much alive. NOT EDITED and in dire need of it. DISCLAIMER: Strong language, sexual content and violence.पूर्ण
THE MYSTERY DREAMER
[# 88 in TEEN FICTION on 14/3/18.] [#5 in angerissues on 10/05/2018] COMPLETED!!! No matter where you come from, your dreams are always valid. RULE 1: Never let anyone under estimate the power of your dreams. RULE 2: Always follow rule one. These were the only principles little Ria lived by. Her devoting and protective nature always came out as harsh and bitch-y. Everytime she felt threatened, her claws came out, ready to defend...to destroy. It's only you who knows the value of your dreams. So, what will she do when her exterminator walks into her life, ready to ruin everything she lives for. She fight's. A fight between two souls. ________________________________ "Who do you think you are?" she asked, bravery seeping through every syllable leaving her mouth. A devil carves fear, and when you don't give him that, he is agitated. "Your nightmare baby." he smirked as he leaned closer to her. They say never look into his eyes...he is evil. Don't cross paths with him...he is unforgiving. Never challenge him...he is destructive. But what did she do??? Every damn thing she wasn't supposed to! Add a punch to the already shaky equation and you'll find yourself amidst drama...teenage drama. Is it right to let these two souls collide? "I am not your damn servant whom you order around, get that straight through your thick skull!" with that she walked away like a pro if I may say so...leaving him staring at the place where she previously stood. When an ego is hurt, revenge is born. "Come on guys. . .we need to sort out some things," all his friends could do was watch; watch helplessly, as destruction planted it's ugly claws into their lives. A tale of destruction, misery, loyalty, friendship, trust and betrayal. "If you call yourself a dreamer, I call myself a dream-snatcher. You won't even know what hit you, little girl," he thought, as he smirked wickedly at her retreating figure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Has mild cursing be warned!पूर्ण
The Bubbly Heiress of Chaos
╰┈➤ ❝No, I'm fine, I'm lying on the floor again.❞ She's a little rabbit amidst a pack of hungry wolves. A prey amidst a pack of predators. A flickering light amidst a jungle of darkness. Her kindness is her vulnerability, a soft heartbeat in the face of merciless, sharp fangs. Yet, in the midst of this peril, there's a quiet strength, a glimmer of innocence that refuses to be extinguished. She may be small, but they aren't the only ones with secrets. How does one go from being a normal 15 year old with the best family she could ask for to being the unknown daughter of a billionaire? From skipping through life like its a path of roses to finding danger in every breath she takes? From dancing to baby shark as she walked home to playing video games in a private jet? Ask anyone, they would say she is a combination of water and fire. A shimmering river that will flow in whichever way you direct her and also a blubbering stumbling fool that might or might not burn down a building if left unsupervised. In her defense the ground is 'madly in love with her' and danger is a 'clingy ex'. Welcome to the life of Palak; a carefree overthinker, a sensitive rock, a withering laughing fool. She doesn't break, but she sure as hell is covered in bruises. This is Palak. An oblivious Mafia Princess. The Bubbly Heiress of Chaos. Will she be able to keep her smile or will she end up loosing it forever?पूर्ण
The Deal That Never Existed
!Warning! Injuries and Blood contains in these very dark theories and Details of injuries. If you are not comfortable with it please leave. If you wish to continue it's your choice. You have been warned! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Story of a certain detective....A Female Detective... She has gone through a lot yet no one knows her true pain behind that smile of hers. She has witnessed her Best friend. No.... Her Sister get killed in front of her. She blames herself for her death. Soon she goes through a wrong path as she makes a deal. A Deal...... A Deal. That. Would. Change. Her. Life. She never though of it through not knowing what she has gotten her self into. When she did it was too late so she continued on with her life.... But it would never be the same...She knew that very well..... What she didn't know..... was... The. Truth. All her friends one by one gets hurt almost being fatal. They were carried away to the hospital leaving her alone to think. It was then something interesting happened. Something you would never thought would happen in your life. The Truth. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Help... I don't want to learn the truth...I didn't want to... This isn't my words... LET ME GO BACK!!! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Don't own the Character Thomas Nor the story Sherlock Holmes. The pictures I use aren't mine and belong to there rightful owners. Unless I say I drew them. I Own the characters and the plot line. The cover was made by me so don't worry. I hope you enjoy the story.पूर्ण
Sweet But Psycho
Aileeta Cortez, an 18 year old Italian. she looks like any normal teenage girl but she holds a bad reputation. she's sent to England to carryout an almost impossible mission. Alex Colebert, a 19 year old European boy who crosses paths with Aileeta in Oakham college, England. ************ "Don't be fooled by my beauty and age cold butt or whatever you call yourself" I grin wickedly at him, loving how the fear burns all over his face, I love fear, it boosts my ego. I take slow strides closer to him, he struggles to break loose from the chair he's tied to but it's just a waste of time. I'm now very close to him, my knees brushing his shaky ones. I place one leg on the side of the chair he's seated on and pull out a pistol from my waistband. I look into his hazelnut eyes for his reaction. scared, confused, just the reaction I was dying for. "Holy shit that's a gun" he exclaims "I told you earlier not to be fooled. I'm evil, wicked, I'm the devil, I rob banks, innocent people, I derive joy from people's pain and fear, I get wealth by doing dare devil jobs-" I cut myself in, not wanting to leak too much info. I've said just about enough already. "I still love you " he spat, glaring intently at me. mine widens in shock I quickly mask it over with an emotionless and bored expression. I close up our space once more. "Even if I am ready to blow out your brain? don't you think it's a little too soon for you to use the word "love" ?it's pretty strong!! " I press the gun on his temple, my finger lingering on the trigger. *********पूर्ण
I Survived
It was like any other day, i was with my daughter, amelia. She was about to fall sleep. She was in so much peace. No worry in the world. Her green eyes were shining, from the light of the moon. They slowly closed, and she drifted off into her soft snoring. For a 3 year old, she sure knows how to mess with your heart. I felt so bad. Her father left. Well, my husband found somebody better i guess. We had her when i was 20, and he left when she was only 4 months old. What a life. During my deep thinkink, the tv stated making that fog horn type noise, waking me up from my trance. The news was on, with the alert reading across the screen. "TAKE COVER, STAY IN HOMES. LOCK DOORS, STAY AWAY FROM WINDOWS" i lay amelia in her bed, out of my lap. I lock the windows and the doors. When i came back, i missed whatever the alert was about...i should have waited. That mistake changed my life forever...पूर्ण
Everyone has a different story behind closed doors... Hunter POV "Who are you?" I spoke out She turned around quickly, quite shocked. "Ah, hi, sorry I wasn't snooping or anything. I happened to stumble across it. I'm Brontë. My eyes just locked on her; I didn't mean to -- she just caught my breath. Her curly golden hair fell just below her waist, accentuating her tan skin. Her dark brown eyes were a mix of grey and green, glistening with the light. She was wearing ripped black jeans and an oversized hoodie, along with a pair of Timberlands. I looked back up to her face, "You'd better go. The Lookout is no place for a girl like you."She nodded and walked past me, disappearing through the passage. I didn't mean to come across as rude. She just seemed dainty, like you don't want to mess with a girl like her. Brontë, I like it.
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