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Empty Throne

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Reads 267
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Parts 5
Time 55 minutes

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"Happiness is a decision. It depends on your mind and your thoughts. The decision maker is king. But all that is present in your mind are haunting thoughts, no ruler, no king and no happiness." 

He was right. He was right. 

"Stop cowering because of those thoughts and unrealistic illusions, break the surface and find your crown." He slowly rose his calloused hand and with the feathery touch, it wiped away the tears that ran down the mountains of my cheek. 

And that was all it took for me to flood the whole room with my tears. 

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Do you know that situation when everyone tries to fix you but you don't want them to? So the only choice you have for them was either to leave you alone or try harder. But usually it ends up to be leaving you in isolation. 

Well, that was the situation Allison Kensington was in. The two men who loves her dearly never stop cracking the shell but what happens when they do? What would happen? 

Insanity. 

She knew she would go insane. 

No, she knows she's going insane.All Rights Reserved

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Maya by amie_meredith

Maya has spent five dreadful months in the psychiatric hospital recovering. Once she finally is released she is forced back into her boring life. But will things really be so boring still when she meets 'bad-boy' Noah Dalton? He is annoying, rude and always around Maya for reasons she can't understand. Maya is brave, yet also afraid that her choices could lead her spiralling back into a bad place again. Will Noah be able to save her from herself? Or will he be the cause of her destruction? ---------------------------- ~Noah's pov~ 'These,' I slowly run my finger across one of her scars, 'are fucking beautiful.' Before she can object, I carry on. 'Maya you are beautiful beyond perfection. You are strong. You are brave. You are funny. You are sweet. You are incredible. Look at yourself,' I nod down towards the scars on her arm and she slowly glances down at them before meeting my gaze again, 'those scars are beautiful. Do you know why?' I ask her. She wipes a tear from her already tear-stricken face before she shakes her head. 'Because every time you decided to do that to yourself, you didn't go further, you didn't end your life. You decided to carry on living even when you thought you couldn't manage it. Those scars right there,' I gesture to them again, 'show the battles you won against yourself. They are your battle-scars and you shouldn't be ashamed of them. And you know what? I am so proud of you for making it to where you are today because you are a fighter and If I can see that, anyone can.'

I'm Not Crazy by DarrenDean1

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The Art of Starting Over by AliasTummas1

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The Silent Host (boyxboy OHSHC)

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