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Je suis seul face à moi-même...  

Seules mes toiles ornent l'atelier, elles sont singulières et pourtant elles se ressemblent toutes. Pendant que certaines ont la chance d'habiller les murs, d'autres sont à l'abandon et se répandent au sol. Elles partagent ma vie, en font partie intégrante, présentes telles des maîtresses, à mes pieds, elles attendent que je consente à les aimer, à prendre soin d'elles, à leur redonner vie. De mon pinceau, je les dessine, elles me fascinent, je m'occupe d'elles à ma guise lorsque j'en ressens le besoin, lorsque mon corps le désir, les désirs. Leur chair me passionne, elle m'inspire, m'aspire dans un autre monde, à la recherche de sensations nouvelles.

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The Summer I Felt Pretty. by Moonlit_Novelist

Alex.. That's all I remembered that summer night 3 years ago.. It was my 19th birthday and I was celebrating at the beach house, like we always did. Together. This summer was different. This summer was magical.. However, All I could remember was the tanned skin, in my bed, the morning after, cursing under his breath, searching for his clothes. All I remembered was his first name, after I peeked at a message that lit up on his phone, asking "Where are you, Alex? It starts in an hour." I remember the day before, but due to the alcohol in my system, it still was a blur. All i remember was the steamyness we shared and that he was in a rush, saying absoluetly nothing. Until he was gone.. I have been to that beach house every birthday since.. It's like he vanished and was only a memory. He only existed that one day on my 19th birthday. The laughs, the sun, the warm fuzzy feeling. It was perfect. Until it was gone. Vanished. It was the only time I felt like me, warm fuzzy, in the beach I loved, the mysterious man I met just that morning at breakfast who I spent the entire day with, it was the first summer I felt like myself ironic enough, falling for a man who i just met, He made me feel alive more than ever. He sent a spark in me. It was the first and only summer, I felt pretty inside AND out. Until I saw him.. 10 feet away from me. A beautiful woman attached to his hip, arm around her and PREGNANT. My world crashes around me and I can't breathe.

Fire Whiskey for My Soul by EvelynRaineWhitmore

*First in the Fire Whiskey series* 'What if I was making the wrong choice again, picking the bad guy over the steady and reliable one? Because as I lay there in Steve's arms thinking about Brad, this became a very real choice...and the choice slowly become a decision. No matter how I looked at the situation, I wasn't shaking these new feelings. I had chosen Brad without meaning to, and laying with Steve suddenly felt wrong. Very, very, wrong. Like I was cheating, but he was the one I was engaged to!' Paige accidentally discovers love the way it was meant to be with her fiance's ex-best friend as she pushes for them to reconcile the past, but the two seem destined to be star-crossed lovers as the unforeseen keeps Steve in her life. Brad is quiet, mysterious, always in control. His calming presence spreads through her soul like fire whiskey does in her body. Steve is steadfast, morally upright, dedicated, and simple. She is also haunted by her traumatic history with Jay, and struggles to move beyond the abuse he put her through, which is affecting her relationship with Brad. Paige wrestles with self-doubt, self-destruction, working through trauma, PTSD, grief, and loss. She is a beautiful and talented singer, with a charming and sweet personality, and encompasses a huge capacity for love in spite of how broken she has been. Content Warning: This book contains mature content and potential triggers including sex, domestic violence, miscarriage, suicide attempt, PTSD, depression, violence, and cheating. Published on Wattpad November 2021

Jade Locust Among Gold Silk [OC Insert x LMK] by CallMeSencei

{Since I, the creator am extremely burnt out and out of ideas, take an LMK self-insert} [NONE OF THESE PICTURES ARE MINE UNLESS I CALIM THEM. That includes the cover] ------- "Sen it's time to go!" "Coming!" I responded closing the LMK edit I was enjoying, Summer break finally was here and I was too excited to see my little sister! Finally everything was coming together! _____ My lungs ache and clench desperately as I fail to open my eyes, soaked in blood and debris I can feel everything I ever hoped for leaving me... Nora...I'm so...so- _____ "..." I exhale somberly as I flex my fingers to their best of limits, till the thick gauze and bandages force me to relax... How come I remember everything that happened? That doesn't really happen in resurrection right? Aren't I supposed to forget my past life? Well, I do still have my phone...and I look almost identical to before... Did I even die? Or did something else happen in those few seconds? _____ A seemingly normal yet depressed teen, only 19 and a half... Summer break should've been the beginning of blessing after blessing... But this was a nightmare...one that she somehow coped with...and continues to. _____ 'I don't have time to cry anymore-! Their gone! I'm dead! I'm just a dead memory to them now! It's not like mom will miss me!' _____ "Look kid, the more you grumble about how bad life was to you, maybe you should- "Should what? Let loose? Have fun? Be an impulsive jerk-!?" It was obvious my snap back caught the legend off guard, but...I didn't care... I don't care... _____ "Look MK...There's nothing you can do to help me, your a hero......not a god." _____ 'OH GOD HE'S HOT-!!' _____ One summer, one train wreck, a few bad discussions, and a lot of kettle chips. The Jade Locust will continue the fester and devour your soul... I will make sure of that. _____ Hehe, Writers block go BRRRRRR [Started: June 9, 2023] [Ended:June 26, 2023] Note: I've now made Sen 19 years old.

Sophisticated Ride by BethSerafina

Camila: I am so done with gorgeous men, I fell for one a long time ago and paid with my heart. I thought he loved me until I figured he couldn't stand my body and I was just a free place to live. I don't have time for games, I need to stay focused. Dante: I come from a family of means, but, I am just a regular man, I work 9 to 5. I actually enjoy working with all the "little people" I feel respected with them. I have recently woken up from a long sleep, I didn't even know a person could break your control the way she did it to me. She refuses to take my shit, and I love her all the more for it. -and when I inhaled again, I could smell HER, fuck, something citrusy and sweet. Delicious, I wondered if her lips would taste as good as she smelled. Her full peach colored lips beckoned me for a sampling. My mouth began to water. I looked back up to her eyes and time seemed to stand still, holy shit! That actually happens?! and as I gazed into her eyes, I felt something shift, I felt like my soul was on full display for her to unravel. And in her eyes, I saw a story, a story I very much would like to know about. Her eyes were like dark pools of chocolate coaxing me to take a dive. And I very much wanted to take the plunge and drown in them. She started to lean closer to me but stopped when I opened my stupid mouth said the last thought I'd had, "Impressive, did your man teach you how to work on his car?" Obviously, it was not what she waited for me to say at that moment and whatever connection had began was just as quickly DISconnected , because she gave me, what I'm assuming was supposed to be a death glare, but really she just managed to look cute with her little nose scrunched up. "Ex-cuse me!?" she almost yelled, she looked hurt. Oh damn, "What?" Shit, I had been drooling so much over her scent that my mouth didn't process the words through my brain before releasing.

A Lockdown Romance Guilt and Trauma by jovickVy

PRESENT-DAY "This last painting is made by an artist who took a long time to agree to sell her beautiful painting. She chose this out of all her paintings. She claimed that this is the best one she made and ready to let it go. So whoever will be the new owner of this tonight, she wants to tell you to store it well for her." He explained vigorously and removed the cover of the painting. I was astounded when I see the painting. It was her painting, us in the bar. I can never forget the shades, textures of her painting especially this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I did not feel the same way before. I did not hate you. I hated and torture myself not to see you that I might just hurt you." He added. I really miss this man and I am trying to relieve myself not to give in again easily. I paid the guilt by giving myself to him but how can I not restrain myself from him. I was busy thinking when he hugged me touching my hair. I can sense him wanting me and his head on my shoulders, hugged me like we are just the person in the hotel. People are gazing us now. "Enough, enough, people are looking at us. It's embarrassing." I protested. We sit and finish the meal and share the food. After eating he leads me to my room, I am drowsy from the wine I drink. He did not take a sip of it and it's better for me. He guided me inside. I can still walk but I am losing my balance, he catches me from a sudden fall.

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Worth The Trouble ✓ by CrownMatter

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"Almost Green" by NUmaker

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Loving Mr. Cavalier by taty_ABM

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The Summer I Felt Pretty.

Alex.. That's all I remembered that summer night 3 years ago.. It was my 19th birthday and I was celebrating at the beach house, like we always did. Together. This summer was different. This summer was magical.. However, All I could remember was the tanned skin, in my bed, the morning after, cursing under his breath, searching for his clothes. All I remembered was his first name, after I peeked at a message that lit up on his phone, asking "Where are you, Alex? It starts in an hour." I remember the day before, but due to the alcohol in my system, it still was a blur. All i remember was the steamyness we shared and that he was in a rush, saying absoluetly nothing. Until he was gone.. I have been to that beach house every birthday since.. It's like he vanished and was only a memory. He only existed that one day on my 19th birthday. The laughs, the sun, the warm fuzzy feeling. It was perfect. Until it was gone. Vanished. It was the only time I felt like me, warm fuzzy, in the beach I loved, the mysterious man I met just that morning at breakfast who I spent the entire day with, it was the first summer I felt like myself ironic enough, falling for a man who i just met, He made me feel alive more than ever. He sent a spark in me. It was the first and only summer, I felt pretty inside AND out. Until I saw him.. 10 feet away from me. A beautiful woman attached to his hip, arm around her and PREGNANT. My world crashes around me and I can't breathe.