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LUCIA

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Parts 2
Time 9m

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Lucia era solita respirare profondamente la mattina. 
Era solita stare tra le coperte richiudere gli occhi senza smettere di sognare.

Gli piaceva riflettere sulla vita e sulle cose presenti. riflettere sui suoi comportamenti cercando di migliorarli. Almeno provava.

Nonostante la sua apparente fragilità presentava un carattere forte. Piena di iniziative. Piena di vitalità . era se stessa, il suo motto era " non cambiare per nessuno, sii te stessa sempre " 

La sua freschezza era notevole.All Rights Reserved

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¹ALICE IN BORDERLAND ▸ CHECKMATE by sonyafrommazerunnerr

shuntaro chishiya x oc The last King had ruled through paranoia, through the kind of weak-willed fear that saw threats in allies and let power slip through trembling fingers. The noise swelled, folding in on itself, growing larger than the sum of its parts. It was no longer sound; it was weight, crushing down on me, sinking into the marrow of my bones, pressing into hollow spaces of my mind. It tangled with my thoughts, wrapped around them like a vice until I couldn't tell where the shouting stopped and where my mind began. Some were composed, faces and expressions unreadable. I recognized it for what it was. Panic didn't always look like screaming, sometimes it was just the way someone swallowed hard, as if trying to keep it down. The wall bore the marks of time, not in cracks or stains, but in etchings of survival - a tally of days carved with a dagger. At first, I had carved them close together, expecting to leave before the space ran out. But as the marks stretched, as the numbers climbed, the gaps between each tally mark grew wider, as if denial could be traced in spacing, as if putting more distance between each stroke would make it less real. I ran my fingers over the final mark, the last one I was allowed. I focused on the way the air felt when no one else was breathing it. The visa was not an empty threat, nor an arbitrary limit designed to keep me playing - it was a fuse reminder that time did not stop simply because I had. I wondered why I wasn't so scared, but when you realize you're being controlled by fear, things stop being so scary.

Gemstone by MysteryGirl86

The world tells us lies which makes us believe that everything in your life would be perfect, your family, friends, everything. That no matter what everything would be fine....That's just not the truth. Reality of the perfect life doesn't exists. The real world is a terrifying place, and some lives for people are a living nightmare. Sadly, my life was chosen that fate. My strongest weapon was positivity and kindness, being told that in the end kindness and a pure hearted person will be Valued to others and will receive kindness back.....But how long until I break down? Throughout my life I have experienced what it truly means to me excluded, what it truly means to be treated poorly with damaging words and thoughts, what its like to be terrified at night with a fear you were ready to face, what Its like experiencing your memories shattered....and what it's truly like to experience pain. I'm Caramel Hassibor, and this is my story......

Deep Desires : Miss Mafia by anauthorithink

**** Mature content**** "You wanna know why I'm angry?" He said in between the kisses. "Because of you" He said as he continued and my body tensed and shivered. "Every time I think I have control over myself and decide to leave this place... to leave ... you. I stop and walk back like a puppy" He said turning me around now. "Every time I meet someone, I compare them to you. Every fucking time I remind myself that you're an enemy, I want you even more" he said and I knew that this was one of the hardest thing for him to do. He and neither I like to talk about how we are feeling or face reality. Yet he still did it. "What the fuck are you doing to me Mia Bella?" He whispered with his forehead on mine and our lips inches apart. "Kiss me" I replied • • • Mafia, drugs, weapons, and all the dangerous and abnormal you can think of is what Alexandra Salvatore has to deal with on daily basis. But will that stop her from having the most rare yet desired & powerful thing in this world? Will it stop her from finding love? An action/romance story based on imaginations and imaginations only, don't try any of this shit cause you'll die. No but seriously don't go around throwing knifes, shooting people and drinking JackDaniels every day. ------------------ Please note that this story has: • Strong language • Violence • Mature themes If for some reason it bothers you, just click away. It's simple, I promise. For the rest of you lovely people HELLO AND WELCOME FEEL FREE TO BRING PIZZA. Oh yeah for you grammar freaks I'm from Sweden so there might probably will be some grammar/spelling mistakes. Just feel free to correct me if you're that kind or JUST IGNORE IT. Nothing will happen to you if you do.. I promise. The story is complete! RANKINGS #1 in love (2018-07-02) #1 in crimefiction (2018-07-02) #1 in romance (2018-07-02) #1 in guns (2019-06-23) #1 in weapons (2019-06-16)

It's Okay || Yixing Zhang by MagicalGoatNamedLee

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is there a restart button? || hinata s. by lynn_764

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Adesewa the pregnant corper by ajathena09

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Scars and Secrets of Our Enemies by DandelionDust_

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Crazy for you by DivineCinn

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¹ALICE IN BORDERLAND ▸ CHECKMATE cover

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¹ALICE IN BORDERLAND ▸ CHECKMATE

shuntaro chishiya x oc The last King had ruled through paranoia, through the kind of weak-willed fear that saw threats in allies and let power slip through trembling fingers. The noise swelled, folding in on itself, growing larger than the sum of its parts. It was no longer sound; it was weight, crushing down on me, sinking into the marrow of my bones, pressing into hollow spaces of my mind. It tangled with my thoughts, wrapped around them like a vice until I couldn't tell where the shouting stopped and where my mind began. Some were composed, faces and expressions unreadable. I recognized it for what it was. Panic didn't always look like screaming, sometimes it was just the way someone swallowed hard, as if trying to keep it down. The wall bore the marks of time, not in cracks or stains, but in etchings of survival - a tally of days carved with a dagger. At first, I had carved them close together, expecting to leave before the space ran out. But as the marks stretched, as the numbers climbed, the gaps between each tally mark grew wider, as if denial could be traced in spacing, as if putting more distance between each stroke would make it less real. I ran my fingers over the final mark, the last one I was allowed. I focused on the way the air felt when no one else was breathing it. The visa was not an empty threat, nor an arbitrary limit designed to keep me playing - it was a fuse reminder that time did not stop simply because I had. I wondered why I wasn't so scared, but when you realize you're being controlled by fear, things stop being so scary.