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Book One: Pandora

Raising_the_TenSean

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Raising_the_TenSean

Peace. Peace is subjective. If one were to truly think about it, peace is not possible without the suppression of something. While this sounds bad on the surface, there is a reasonable justification for such a thought. The world rightfully chose to suppress the wrongful urges within us because we knew that it would bring us peace. The past is simply a reminder of the repressed darkness within, and, with such erased from our minds, we have no presumptions made towards one another; we are in peace. When those come against our peaceful ways, they too must be suppressed.

But who decides what is darkness and what is not? Who decides what should be suppressed?All Rights Reserved

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Death's Scars by brandyanime

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Love Misunderstood by SophieLeo03

I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

SWEET REVENGE by monica23031

The exact words he threw at my face still haunts my dreams every single night and I think I'm starting to believe him. "Wish I've never met you I was so young and stupid, no wonder no one wanted to be with you, you are just holding me down and I honestly just got bored, needed a new chapter in my life that was the main reason I did what I had to do to keep myself happy. I just don't want to lie to myself anymore. I can't do this. I need to be free for once in my life. I'm so relieved that I don't have to marry you anymore, it's like a dead weight lifted from my shoulders. JUST LEAVE! GET OUT NOW! '' I just didn't know what to do that day I way so shocked, one minute we were one big happy family and the next he throws everything we build up as a family. I should had been warned by his actions the last month that we spend together. He knew that he was my first for everything and that gave him a push on his ego. Always bragged about being my first and claiming power over the situation. I was blinded by all of his charms and I see that now, I'm so sorry I did not listen Laura, you were just trying to protect me , that's what best friends are for but I chose him and I am truly sorry. I promise I will get a way to show him that I am not just a waste of space and I am going to do it all just for me and my baby girl. **WARNING** Sexual language and mature content Read at own risk ;) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Monicanaude

The Keeper of Wolves by Adrienne_Trinity

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