At the summit of the mountain, I stood tall, looking out over the vast landscape before me. It was as if I had reached the pinnacle of success, a place where I could survey the world with a sense of accomplishment. Yet, even as I basked in the glory of my achievements, I felt a sense of unease creeping in. I realized that I was not truly meant to be here, that I had only reached the top by following in the footsteps of others.
I tried to mold myself to fit in, to conform to their expectations, but it was a futile effort. I was different, unique in a way that set me apart from the rest. And then, you came along, a force that pulled me down from my lofty perch, back to the earth where I truly belonged.
You saw through my facade, recognizing the secrets that I had kept hidden for so long. With you, I could be myself, raw and unfiltered. But in doing so, I had broken the rules, crossed boundaries that were never meant to be crossed. I had fallen in love with you, a love that was forbidden and fraught with danger.
Now, as I stand at the bottom of the mountain, facing the consequences of my actions, I am reminded of the fragility of life. I have learned that success and achievement are not the be-all and end-all, that true happiness lies in being true to oneself. And as I gaze up at the mountain, I know that I will never be the same again because you are at top of it.
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Rewriting one of my first ever stories on wattpad. I wrote it as I was 16 years old, now I am 22. Let's get back to the roots
He told me I'm Karma, and he's Revenge.
I was born from a sin, and he was born to be a spit in his father's face. Or should I say, my father?
Nina
My life after high school is simple. I party with the spoiled kids who once bullied me. I fuck a guy I know will never date me. And I dodge future plans.
Until my mother reappears after five months of ghosting me to disown me, and disappears again. Left with money in my hands and a car gifted by a father I've never met, I find myself battling my worst enemy-loneliness.
Amidst the wreckage, one hell of a golden god waltzes into my life and claims to be my half-brother.
I believe his lie cause I'm hungry for love. I ignore all the signs cause I'm greedy for acceptance. He's had me wrapped around his long finger, addicted to him and what only he can provide.
It's a dominance war between my father and the guy I'm not supposed to love, and I'm entangled in it. But I won't be a pawn.
I won't ever choose Revenge.
Denzel
It's all gone wrong. I fucking chased a storm, unaware of its strength.
The intention was to get revenge on the man who tormented my younger self and reminded him that he didn't belong in his house.
I never told Karma I'm her blood. She liked the idea, and I let her have it. Driven by the desire to make her an ally against her father. The look on his face will be priceless when he discovers his secret daughter, hidden from his elite world, is my toy.
But it backfires.
Torture is holding back from exploring her body as I crave whenever that seductive siren throws herself on me to welcome me at night.
Chasing her becomes my new thrill. Protecting her from her manipulative father becomes my mission.
We're a pair. We belong together. Because I'm her Revenge. And she's my good Karma.