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,,Ostatni wschód słońca..."

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Sara 13-letnia dziewczynka zmuszona jest by razem z rodzicami opuściła rodziny dom i przeprowadziła się do innego miasta.Nie jest jednak tym zachwycona.Wie że przeprowadzki nie zawszę kończą się powodzeniem.Gdy tylko przeprowadzą się do nowego domu,zdaje sobie sprawę że niestety miała racje.Dom jest niezmiernie cichy,pusty i tajemniczy.Na dodatek sąsiedni dom w pobliżu jest równie dziwny.Sara nie rozumie tego że rodzice są zachwyceni okolicą.Powoli odkrywa również , że  ich dom nie jest do końca opuszczony...
C.D.C Śledź losy Sary! Czy jest na tyle odważna by sprostać wyzwanią?All Rights Reserved

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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.

Be Brave by ballerina_x

Pre-warning I wrote this when I was about the ange range of 13-15 so you can imagine what it will be like, eww "Claudia Look at me. Promise me you'll be brave" he said taking hold of my hand "I Promise but only if you promise never to leave my side" Our little fingers intertwined "I promise" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thank you for helping me Be Brave

I Am Pagan - Notes From A Solitary Eclectic Neo-Pagan Witch by SummerFoovay

I am a solitary, ecletic neopagan witch. The information I share with you here is gathered and distilled from books, articles, other webpages, other Pagans, other witches, meditations, visionary journeys, and listening to my inner voice. I am not a prophetess, priestess, or the direct channeled voice of the Goddess, nor do I wish for anyone to place me on such a pedestal. I'm afraid of heights. But most of all, I think there is too much of that sort of posturing in Paganism these days. This is how I celebrate and live my religion. These are the reasons why. That is what I want to share with you. You may find a grain of wisdom or truth or just the right ritual to suit you here, and put it to use in your own life. You might not. And that doesn't mean that either of us is right, or wrong, but that what is right for me may or may not be right for you, and visa versa. The products of my creativity; poems, art, rituals or spells, I share here freely. I hope you find them enjoyable or useful. I enjoyed creating them. This doesn't mean they are in the public domain. They are copyrighted. Shared in perfect love and perfect trust. So Mote It Be.

Siren's Call by Kheinnox

have you ever wondered whats the view beyond the lenses? although im singing my heart out to someone who could save me from myself, i find it rather disheartening. i could only see the admiration, the thrill in the eyes of those who heard me. i could only see the leers, the jealousy and the pretentious facade of the people around me due to what i have. that one thing that i could only hope for may never be in existence. how did i ever make it this far when everyone around me only has been driven by what i rake due to hard work and talent? how did i ever survive knowing that im alone in this bubble all my life? my parents barely recognize my existence except during payday. my sister rode on to the fame i accumulated through the years ive been slaving away for and became a hot sensation over night without much of a hassle. can i let myself be miserable through the smiles i gave everyday since i was 16 in front of countless cameras around me? no, they wont allow it. im very much an actor in this aspect and although only a glimmer, im proud of it. i endured. until when? .... (full preview in the first published page) -------->>>>> 2nd gen 2nd story of the blessed moon series this story could very well stand on its own but if you want in-depth understanding of the characters, please read the first gen first. first gen 1. blessed moon 2. saved love 3. warm thirst 4. silenced 2nd gen 1. freak 2. siren's call thanks so much for reading. your votes and comments are very much appreciated. thanks google so much for the images and some other stuff i put into this story. robbers rot in the grave love lots, kheinnox ☺️😘🏳️‍🌈🐺❤️😺🎉☀️❤️🌻🌈

The Demon and His Rose by _xX_DarkAngel_Xx_

+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ ρєσρℓє ѕαу нєανєи ιѕ α ρℓα¢є ωιтнσυт... deмonѕ, ѕcнool, norмal lιғe. w_r_o_n_g_! +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ ⓐⓜⓞⓡⓔ ⓨⓤⓘ ⓘⓢ ⓐⓝ ⓐⓝⓖⓔⓛ, ⓦⓗⓞ ⓖⓞⓔⓢ ⓣⓞ ⓗ&ⓓ ⓐⓒⓐⓓⓔⓜⓨ. ⓐ ⓑⓞⓐⓡⓓⓘⓝⓖ ⓢⓒⓗⓞⓞⓛ ⓘⓝ ⓗⓔⓐⓥⓔⓝ, ⓢⓗⓔ ⓗⓐⓢ ⓕⓞⓤⓡ ⓡⓞⓞⓜⓐⓣⓔⓢ/ⓑⓔⓢⓣ ⓕⓡⓘⓔⓝⓓⓢ. ⓢⓗⓔ ⓘⓢ ⓐ ⓥⓔⓡⓨ ⓠⓤⓘⓔⓣ ⓐⓝⓓ ⓢⓗⓨ ⓖⓘⓡⓛ, ⓥⓔⓡⓨ ⓢⓜⓐⓡⓣ ⓑⓤⓣ...ⓣⓗⓔ ⓐⓒⓐⓓⓔⓜⓨ ⓘⓢ ⓒⓞⓝⓝⓔⓒⓣⓔⓓ ⓣⓞ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓓⓔⓜⓞⓝ ⓐⓓⓐⓒⓔⓜⓨ. ⓦⓗⓘⓒⓗ ⓜⓔⓐⓝⓢ ⓐⓝⓖⓔⓛⓢ & ⓓⓔⓜⓞⓝⓢ ⓤⓢⓔ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓢⓐⓜⓔ ⓛⓤⓝⓒⓗ ⓐⓡⓔⓐ ⓑⓤⓣ ⓝⓞⓣ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓒⓛⓐⓢⓢⓔⓢ ⓝⓞⓡ ⓡⓞⓞⓜⓐⓣⓔⓢ/ⓡⓞⓞⓜⓢ. +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ jeon jυngĸooĸ ιѕ a ѕтrong deмon, wнo нaѕ тнe power oғ ѕтrengнт. нe ιѕ тнe тop ѕтυdenт oғ тнe deмon acadeмy and ѕтrongeѕт вυт нow? deмon claѕѕeѕ are dιғғerenт. тнe мore yoυ noт вeнave and тнe мore yoυ don'т lιѕтen, тнe вeттer gradeѕ yoυ geт. нe ιѕ well-ĸnown ғor нaтιng angelѕ and нavιng вυllyιng any angel нe ғιndѕ ιnтereѕтιng. +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ ωнαт ωιℓℓ нαρρєη ιƒ тнєѕє тωσ мєєт? +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ +_+ +_+ 😇Started: 28 August😇 😈Ended: 3 March😈 +_+ +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ Previous Title: The Perverted Demon

Fingers stained black by writing_sloth_

Many forget that the goddess of love was born from the raging sea, but she would do anything to protect her daughter. Adora was Aphrodite's last daughter. Her mother kept her hidden. But, her mother isn't the only one who can keep a secret, especially in a world where your role in society is everything. For there was a prophecy long before she was born: 'Aphrodite's last child would be the one to take the throne, Her paternity unknown. They would carve her face and never forget, for she would be the most beautiful that they had met Cursed for the same fate as her mother Forced to leave her love for another The only way she shall break this curse is if she defeats the first' "Looks like the princess doesn't need saving after all." He says, quietly enough that no one else would hear, as he draws his hand away from my arm. I glare back at him. "Maybe she never did," I walk away, not sparing a single glance back, no matter how much my body was begging me to. I fuss over my hair, pouting as I run my fingers through it to put it back into place. *A warning note* I am not an expert on Greek Mythology, but it interests me greatly. Please excuse any inaccuracies in the book, but if there are any please do message or comment it and I will see if I can change it without making such a huge difference to the plot. Also, my main character is autistic and the experience will be different for everyone. I have tried my hardest to put down on paper how I feel and how I believe others see me. So, please be respectful about the decisions my characters make as I have chosen to give them many different types of neurodivergent brains. I have tried my best to represent these in the most accurate light whilst not romanticising them.

Submissive Desires by notetojess

This story is really HOT. Like really really really HOT. It's essentially about a college student learning about her hidden desire to submit to a man, with the help of her roommate & a very hot dominant man. This is a MATURE story & the smut within the story is VERY smutty, so be warned! BUT there's also substance to the story & it's a good read! Enjoy my loves :* EXCERPT - He cupped my breasts, and then he snarled. "Padded bra. As if you needed one." His hands were under my sweatshirt and he hauled the bra up, roughly, and then his hands were on me, feeling, squeezing, his palms grinding against my nipples. Those hands had spanked me and somehow that changed everything. His hands mattered. I arched into them, and then my head went back and he kissed my mouth again, lips and tongue forcing my mouth to give him what he wanted. "Can't think," I said, dazed, against his lips, and he growled at me for speaking. And then one hand dove into my pants, and a finger forced inward. My knees gave out entirely. We sank to the floor and he pinned me down, violently taking my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his finger, and I learned what happens when you almost come and stop and then are touched again. I was out of control, my legs opened and my hips tilted. His fingers moved to my clit, then back inside me... everything ached and burned and it was all I could do not to beg for more. The late night fantasies were back, but now I was living one, the man who took, demanded, forced a young girl to feel things she didn't know about - my hips tilted up further, he twisted around and sucked a nipple roughly, painfully, and every muscle in me tensed, I couldn't stop, there was only more and faster- I came in that slow, violent way that takes away all control of your limbs and slams you again and again against the floor. My noises were guttural and raw, and when my eyes were closed all I saw was his dark, demanding gaze. --- OKAY NOW GO READ!

Invisible Ties || BDSM by EmilyThompson04

Club Edge-Book 1 "It seems that you've forgotten your basic manners also with your BDSM etiquette. Am I right?" Why the fuck was his voice so deep and smooth, as if his face wasn't enough to make my pussy throb. But if he thinks he can come here and just boss me around, he's got another thing coming for him. "And here I thought you ended our relationship two years ago so you are not my Dom and I do not have to listen to your bullshit." I said to his face knowing what would happen if he is the same Master Felix I knew from two years ago. "Mind your tone Miss Bennett or it won't take me a second's time to turn that sassy ass of yours bright red. Am I clear?" Who was I kidding, he's not changed a bit. He's the same Master Felix who can command my submission just with a look of his gorgeous yet stern eyes. "Make me." I fucked up, I knew I fucked up when I said those words. I don't regret it though because the next thing that happens to me changed my life forever. WARNING ⚠️: 18+ Only read if you are 18+ as this story revolves around BDSM themes and contains explicit sex scenes targeted towards mature audience. And always remember to play Safe, Sane and Consensual. Enjoy!!!!

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Life Can Be A Bit Unkind Book 1 by sandisiwegxaba

-MIHLALIKAZI LANGA I am Mihlalikazi Siphiwokuhle Langa, the daughter of Sinokuhle Mbana and Lunga Langa, mom changed her surname back after she and my late father divorced but this story is not about her, its about me. The granddaughter of Lwando and Ayola Mbana. Now every name I've mentioned screams money so yeah, you guessed it. I'm from your typical South African rich family with my very own wealth. A girl like me sounds like she has it all right? I mean what could someone like me possibly need and why would I have a story to tell if not to brag about my wealth and wealthy family? Sadly being me isn't all glam as it should be or rather as it seems from the outside, people like me are considered to have daddy issues... or so my therapist says but I don't believe that I do. I mean yeah sure my biological father died when I was still young but its never affected me. As far as I know he was a great father and a good husband to my mom but due to circumstances he and my mother divorced before he died. And besides, my stepdad is the best father I could ever wish for. He stepped up and made sure I never felt that void of not having my biological father around. Mr Mtwa is an amazing father to me and my siblings. . . -LERATO BIKOKUHLE MTWA I am Lerato Bikokuhle Mtwa, the son of Bantubonke Mtwa who is currently married to Sinokuhle Mbana Mtwa, mother of Mihlali and our two siblings Imange and Isenathi, they twins. I'm 19 years old and my sister is 18 and we both doing our first year in university. I'm studying Chemical Engineering and my sister chose Literature at UCT and I at Stellenbosch, I wanted to have my own place and so far its been great.

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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.