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Mates @nline (proximamente)

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celos novela psicologo terapeuta terapia tragedia tragica

Una niñez tan dura como trágica, una adolescencia melancólica sobrellevada a los tumbos y una adultez enfrentando a las secuelas dejadas por la vida
Una joven con una vida trágica enfrentándose a una de las peores pesadillas de una relación amorosa. 
Junto a un peculiar psicólogo tratará de afrontar los celos enfermizos que le genera una relación a distancia, sesión a sesión.
Una búsqueda continua de explicaciones y tratar de entender al mundo que la rodea, pero para eso primero deberá entenderse a si misma.All Rights Reserved

celos novela psicologo terapeuta terapia tragedia tragica

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Prologo
Thu, Aug 16, 2018

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Prologo
Thu, Aug 16, 2018

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DISCONTINUED by dancingfarmanimals

Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

39 Days by _jazzmin_

I call this a beautiful journey of my lifeless existence. I don't know what's happening, but I seem to be living my life all over again, in my mind. It feels so real but seems like a dream to me. I'm confused, lost, worried, but I hope to find answers to what truly went wrong.

Tag, You're It.. by champagnegreys

rewriting completely, only leaving this up for now so old readers can have throwbacks, but this writing does not reflect my work as an writer. \\

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 by bubbletaelatte

A girl who was suffering from a rare disease wanted to end her life as she was loosing all her hopes just then someone stepped into her life like a ray of sun 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴

[Rewriten] STRIKE WITCHES: A Story to Be Told by TaruKiyoshi9

The rewritten yet unfinished version of this. See older version for description. Warning: I may never pick this up again

ONE SHOT STORIES (completed) by ur3scr8tor

ONE SHOT STORIES... You should now the boundaries between work and your own life. Maybe you have already the love of your life, but for others you are. We can't hold the time, 'cause time will hold us.-ILYWEYA. Kaya mo bang magmahal ng paulit-ulit sa iisang tao? Kaya mo bang ipaalala ng paulit-ulit sa taong ito kung saan at pano kayo nagkakilala o kung paano mo siya minahal? If you can, then this story is for you.-INTO THE FOREST. Can you come closer to love? Can you fill all the gaps between? If you can then THE GAP BETWEEN US suit for you. -THE GAP BETWEEN US. ------------------ Don't forget to vote and comment and follow me on all my social media accounts. FB: Kurt Lelis INSTAGRAM: kurticccc TWITTER: kurtlelis TIKTOK: kurtlelis_22 For inquires: GMAIL: kurtlelis22@gmail.com

To Reach for the Moon by CMWMeister

Where the heavenly bodies that are the Sun and Moon don't move. Where there is no conception of time, where the term day, months and years don't exist. A story of hope where hope seems lost. Where the world is split into six different regions, governed by the sun to the west, and governed by the moon to the east. Where children are born to be placed into divisions. Born to be either a producer, Born to be either a breeder, Born to be either a defender, Where humanity is plagued by waves of shadow-like demons born by the moon, working tirelessly to collect the delicate orchids that exist inside. Perri wakes in her Granja, awoken by her sister to become a defender. Her life goes a route never fathomed. Tragedy of her birth, Tragedy of deaths. She carries her sword so that tomorrow might be a better day.

Sad Beautiful Tragic by titanjem

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞. -- Silence...It was the only thing screaming between the spaces of our grief. I started to crack the voice hidden inside my throat. "Maybe I need someone constant. Someone who will tightly hold me when I feel like everything is slipping away from my gasp." The wind was hushing towards our shivering bare skins. "I tightly hold you Celestine." His voice is too broken---his eyes travelled on my face with my hair blown by the wind. This has been a long journey of fighting and hurting. Of chasing and running for something that we both know, we'll never ever get. We started beautiful but the universe found its way to let us in end in tragic. I took a glimpse on his face, on his features. I reach for his cheeks and let my hands slide on it as I smiled quietly with tons of emotions pulling me down. The waves crashes on the calm whims of the shore.... just like what happened to us. "But maybe it was not enough Sky. Not enough to save me from the fall" I hushed in the stillness of the void. Is this the end? Will we savor the pain of the fall? Maybe...Maybe this is not. - Astralis Celestine, a lass who lives in the shadow of being a reckless and carefree kind of girl, a black sheep. When her sister died one summer, never in her life she feels the warmth of home until Sky came, a lad who lives in his dreams as well as the expectations of his father. Someone who wanted to prove something in his life. Both wrecked. Both messed up. But in this journey, they meet once but will they be able to savour the taste of seconds until it lasts? Their names are entangled to each other, but will they be? --

Something is Wrong by Kayymoore25

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PRODGRAST by Rawnydasgupta511

Cover credit : iPhoneXpapers No Description, because I don't want to spoil this Mystery Thriller story even a bit. Neither I know how to write fucking synopsis. Note: This might and might not get manga adaptation by me because this script was written while thinking about Live Action so. Yeah. P. S. Being an Indian, there will be words and terms which won't be able to be understood by International Audience or those who don't know this Language, so please if you find any word that you don't know then Google it. Also, as English is my 2nd language so if there is any grammatical mistake then Sorry.

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𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 cover

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DISCONTINUED

Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.