Eggnog

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The darkness never likes anything that isn't a part of it. Darkness has a spark of madness.All Rights Reserved

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Eggnog
Tue, Jul 10, 2018

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Eggnog
Tue, Jul 10, 2018

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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

My Demons (Tokyo Revenger) by Precious_Sweet109

(Discontinue) You hurt me, Now the darkness had swallowed me. It hurts me to see you happy. The voices won't stop whispering. It hurts me to see I'm not making you laugh anymore. Now I completely fall to the darkness, alone.

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"A marriage of silence. A past that haunts. A love that should never exist." Meher wakes up from a five-month coma, only to find herself sold into a marriage she never chose. Her husband, Riaan Malhotra, is cold, distant, and broken-still mourning the love of his life, his late wife. For two years, they exist as nothing more than strangers, bound by a meaningless vow. Until Meher's memories return. Until she realizes the truth. She was the one who caused the accident that killed his wife. Torn between love and guilt, she confesses her sins. But Riaan doesn't forgive-he destroys. His vengeance is cruel, his hatred burning, and in his fury, he shatters what little innocence she had left. Now, broken and lost, Meher walks away. But when Riaan can no longer find her, he's forced to face the truth: in trying to break her, he only destroyed himself. And this time, she might never come back. A dark, emotional romance filled with pain, redemption, and a love that was never meant to be.

𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 "𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞? Why not destroy me? Why not take revenge on me?" Her voice broke, tears streaming down as the weight of truth crushed her. She looked at him through eyes that no longer knew how to see-eyes that had once seen love, loyalty, family. And now? Lies. Just lies. All of it. But he didn't flinch. He didn't look away. Instead, he stepped forward with the calm of someone walking into fire, knowing it would burn but going anyway. "For what should I take revenge on you?" he asked softly, his voice steady as if trying to cradle her with it. "For a sin committed by a dead man, before you were even born?" She blinked, stunned by the mercy in his words. ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ She was never meant to be his bride. He was never meant to be her savior. On the day of her political marriage to Alaric Ruso-a man she had every reason to hate-three Stalteri relatives were found dead. That night, an even bigger body dropped. What she didn't expect was Alaric defending her to a room full of wolves, claiming her as his wife, yet warning her: "No love. No emotion. No betrayal." But Daphne? She was made to break things. Their marriage was born from ruin, sharpened by rage, and bound by secrets. And with every broken rule, the cracks beneath their fragile alliance deepened, revealing secrets far deadlier than betrayal. A past soaked in blood. A present drowning in conspiracies. And a future where neither may survive-unless they burn everything to the ground first. But when someone tries to take her life, again and again, Alaric nearly dies to save her-everything shifts. Because Daphne is not just a pawn. And Alaric is not just a man of rules. There are monsters in their pasts, and Daphne is the deadliest of them all. What happens when the girl meant to be broken becomes the blade itself? And the man who vowed not to love, begins to bleed for her?.

6#A Crinkle in Time:Puppets on a red string by Freeflyier

A sickness that's been happening to these 4 children, give them powers of darkness that they never even wish for...

"You are not created in the image of God God is created in the image of you" (Trigger Warning for: Rape, Mental illness, Self Destructive behavior and hallucinations)

{Compleated} He gets all the girls. She gets no guys. He loves to party. She's never been to a party. He drinks. She drinks water. It seems like they have nothing in common but they do. A lot more then they think.

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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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