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Time 1h 55m

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out of the night that covers me,
      black as the pit from pole to pole,
i thank whatever gods may be
      for my unconquerable soul.

in the fell clutch of circumstance
      i have not winced nor cried aloud.
under the bludgeonings of chance
      my head is bloody, but unbowed.

beyond this place of wrath and tears
      looms but the horror of the shade,
and yet the menace of the years
      finds and shall find me unafraid.

it matters not how strait the gate,
      how charged with punishments the scroll,

      i am the master of my fate,
      i am the captain of my soul.


                              invictus
                               - w.e.hAll Rights Reserved

1920s betrayal dark england ireland murder runaway smugglers texttospeech violence

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Black Rose by atypical-alex

"You are my rose. You will do as I say, when I say it." "And what if I don't?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper in between sobs. When he responded, he didn't stutter or pause. His voice was low, his words barely a hiss. But somehow, I knew he wasn't bluffing. "Then I will kill you." ~ ~ ~ When Ophelia is taken by a dangerous man, she knows she must fight to escape. But as she learns more about her captor, and the mysterious girl she is trapped with, she begins to realise that not everything is as it seems. Thrust into a world of deceit, Ophelia must confront her troubled past in order to survive. CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT

I once was a Duchess by AliyahUzamaki

In the late 19th century within a Flourishing distant kingdom a horrendous crime happened. Soon to be duchess, Ralftila del Ralftil was accused of being the culprit and had to flee her childhood home. Forced away from her fiance the duke of Wellz, She Secretly searched for the true person who helped frame the blame onto her, Encountering endless loose threads. On this lonesome journey she encounters a strange man who helps and guides her while both keep their identities hidden and their pasts kept secret. While naively kept in the dark about the Kingdoms true circumstances and dark secrets that are yet to be told. Will they develop trust to reveal the past? Or perhaps he is the secret her mind cannot remember from that horrid night. " Something lurks in the shadows of this kingdom. continuing to plot and twist, and despise everything this kingdom is built off of. And it's my job to find out the loose threads and sow it into the truth." "Sow it into the truth if you must. But once a lie is told it spreads like the plague. Decaying the truth. It appears to me that's to many loose threads to sow. When they've been bluntly severed with no signs leading anywhere." "How cruel of a man you are yet you provide advice for me?" I scoffs "Cruel? I consider myself to be quite kind I must say I am truly heartbroken." "Oh stop singing me your Sarcasm and tell the truth. Why do you help?" "Just helping a damsel in distress." "And who says I'm distressed?" "Your eyes that are yearning for rest." "Oh spare me your skin reeks of blood, metal, and sweat. What gives?" "The bags underneath your eyes can hold a months load of supplies." "Then provide rest for me." I say sarcastically "I will." he says looming closer towards me * I DO NOT CLAIM THE PICTURE OF THIS STORY MY OWN*

His Ruthless Temptation by Plumavenetta

I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

Annabel [h.s.] by StylisticMoods

There is no way that I can escape this now; no way that I can possibly escape her and all that lies behind the darkness in her eyes. I've gone too far. Inexplicably, I have become entranced by everything that she is, especially the red that we share. She is like the moon: haunting, beautiful, and so far out of reach. I have walked her through the gates of hell and, still, she has made no attempt to turn back. She likes to push my buttons, to put me on edge in an attempt to feel the red that resides within her. She is dangerous, but I cannot pull myself away from her gravity. *WARNING: Contains mature content, swearing, violence, death, and possible trigger warnings.

crumble | h.s by ulookuglytodaysis

{completed} "I want to go home." I plead. "Do you? Because Lydia, I will take you home myself if that's what you want." He says lowly. I knit my brows together in confusion. He takes another step toward me. "But, don't you remember? There's people out there, Lydia." He steps right up to me and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "People who want to hurt you." he continues. I feel tears well up in my eyes as I let out a sharp exhale. Harry leans down so that his lips are right next to my ear and I tremble in pure terror. "And this time..." I feel him speak against my ear. "I won't be there to save you." he whispers darkly. -- ~crumble ; verb -to break apart into small fragments especially over a period of time due to deterioration. ~ loving him meant risking everything. he was trouble and she knew it... but it was so hard to stay away. Harry Styles is a criminal. He has criminal friends and lives a criminal lifestyle. Lydia White has been a good girl her whole life. A twist of fate causes the two of them to meet. Lydia falls for Harry but soon discovers who he is. Now, he has enemies out to get him...and her.

TWIST H.S. by unfuckwitary

Harry once asked me what was the most painful thing I've endured in my life, I couldn't answer to him back then but, hearing his desperate plead for me to hold on I got my answer now. ¨Hold on please, darling.¨ And for the first time since knowing him I wanted to listen to him only now I physically couldn't but I forced myself for him, for my ray of sunshine, for my angel. It took everything in me to open my eyes but I mustered all my energy and weakly opened them to see my favorite shade of green staring back at me, and almost as a reflex ever so slowly my lips curled up at the sight of him. However, at the sight of me grief washed all over his face. I'm here but it's as if he was mourning me. I've never felt so helpless in my life, I wanted to assure him that this isn't his fault, I wish I had the strength to. ¨I'm sorry baby, I'll get us out of here.¨ Watery eyes and a determined face promised me and the only thing I could muster was a weak smile. And with that he turned to face our aggressor. ¨My house, my chair, my wife,¨ At the sound of the last word my heart literally skipped a beat and I swear my eyes almost budged off my face when a second ago I could barely keep them open. ¨You better kill me before I fucking get free, you're on borrowed time and I fucking swear I'll have the time of my life making you pay for what you're doing to my wife.¨ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's not the most ideal thing to be a mafia leader with two kids, and it surely isn't the most logical thing to fall in love with your enemy. -------------- A dark Harry fic with a little twist. Or maybe two.

Non Ducor, Duco 〈 Mikayuu 〉 by WailingAmaryllis

"Cross your heart?" "Cross my heart, hope to die, and end a life with just one lie." - When my light was snuffed out at a young age, I had grown accustomed to the darkness. The way that it covered the light for so long that I entirely forgot about it apart from my distant memories. It had taken care of me when I needed it most. It had taken advantage of me when I was at my most vulnerable point. Of the one I hold dear. Of all of us. This . . . darkness. It goes by a name. It calls itself Prometheus. And we must heed it's call. Or else Prometheus will take away the human life it so graciously allowed us to keep. But they cannot lead me. Control me. For even at the end of it all- I stubbornly control the fate of my precious life. Photo credit to Andressina on Deviantart

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Black Rose

"You are my rose. You will do as I say, when I say it." "And what if I don't?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper in between sobs. When he responded, he didn't stutter or pause. His voice was low, his words barely a hiss. But somehow, I knew he wasn't bluffing. "Then I will kill you." ~ ~ ~ When Ophelia is taken by a dangerous man, she knows she must fight to escape. But as she learns more about her captor, and the mysterious girl she is trapped with, she begins to realise that not everything is as it seems. Thrust into a world of deceit, Ophelia must confront her troubled past in order to survive. CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT