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Handling Grief

MGA BUMASA 236
Mga Boto 83
Mga Parte 17
Oras 1h 35m

MGA BUMASA 236
Mga Boto 83
Mga Parte 17
Oras 1h 35m

Mature

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"Leave me alone, Dianne!" I protested, shaking my cousin's hand off my shoulder.

"Mirabel, I'm only trying to help. Think about it na. Your dad is dead and your mother is insane...!"

"...my mother is not insane...!" I screamed at her, raising my previously bowed head.

Still calm, Dianne smiled at me, "How long will you keep lying to yourself?"

"Stop!" I warned - more like pleaded - dramatically turning my gaze from hers.

"I'm only trying to help"

"Don't" came the response, "Please...leave me" I begged once again.

Dianne shrugged in surrender and stood up. She silently walked to the door. I felt her turn to get one more look at me, her distressed and depressed cousin. I just kept staring out the window at nothing in particular, shedding those thin, lonely stream of salt.

"Just think about it" she urged me one more time.

I frowned. There was no point thinking about it anymore. I had made my decision.
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Mirabel is everyone's favorite. Loved by God, decorated by nature, taken care of by Janet her mother and Collins her father, lusted after by men, envied by women and admired by children. Somehow, something from somewhere or someone takes her sunshine all she sees are dark and heavy cloud with no silver lining.

How does Mirabel handle her grief? Read Handling Grief to find out.All Rights Reserved

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MANAL ni deey_jah

A few minutes into the walk, I heard footsteps shuffling behind me. I tensed up and halted in my tracks. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I felt too afraid to even do anything. I stayed glued to my spot, but that didn't stop the footsteps from approaching. Mustering all of the courage left in me, I spun around and to my utmost horror, two men - more like thugs were standing just few inches away from me. Ya Allah, please protect me! I don't want to die like this. I spun back around and started walking, my pace increasing rapidly. "Hey! Where the f*** do you think you're going, bit**" One of the men slurred. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was tipsy or high. The rate of my fear intensified. MANAL ❤ ©2019

Worth It ni SafaZaiani

"I don't get it! Why do you keep doing this to me?!" His words were wrapped in molten lava, hands in his hair, eyes closed tight. My heart hammered at my ribcage. I knew where this was going. "You pull me in, then you push me the hell away!" He shook his head at me in disgust. I felt a piece of me break at every disappointed word he'd said, the panic was rising through every crevice of my body. "I'm done Al, I can't keep playing this game with you. I can't keep picking up the casualties on my own. I am tired, I'm just tired of trying to make you love me." He let out in defeat and waited for my response. Alarms started going off in my head but all I could do was look down in shame. When I didn't say anything, he looked at me a moment longer and turned to walk away. Everything in me was screaming at him to stay but no sound would come out of my mouth. He was walking at such a slow pace I knew he wanted me to call him back. But as I opened my mouth to scream his name, I remembered something Amirah had told me a few weeks ago. "Allah sends you signs to show you that someone isn't good for you and when you still don't let go, he makes them hurt you so that you have no choice but to" I wasn't good for him so I let him go. _____________ This is Alanna's story. It combines the tragedies of her past, the trials of the present and what ties them together. Buckle up because this is one hell of a story.

Beautiful Disaster ni moooonloverss

Nigerian-Italian based book. I stood up and headed to the door but I didn't actually get to open it because another person beat me to it. It is Tyler, pheew I gave him a big smile Okay fine, a taunting smile. "Boss wants to speak with you" Tyler muttered I looked at him with an expression that I cross my fingers looked like a confused expression He sighed "I don't know what or where you hit your head that made you suddenly forget how to speak English. Just follow me" Tyler said dragging me with him I looked at my environment Hm. This is actually someone's house Nigeria, una never reach! "Where we dey go?" I asked "Just. Shut. Up" Tyler growled What crawled up his butt and died? We reached a door, Tyler pulled it open and pushed me in, walking in right after Rude.

The Backpacker's Dream ni CanisMajoris5

'No, he didn't'. I was so shocked by the turn of events. Everything was going fine and then suddenly boom, everything turned upside down. I just couldn't believe this. What did he think of himself? 'Leave me alone.' I said firmly but his hold on me was so strong. I was struggling to get out of his bear hold but to no avail. 'Oh!! So, the poor lady thinks that I will leave her alone and just let her go free?' He had that evil laugh and boy, his breath stank. 'Man, you just signed your death warrant and I will do one favour on you.' No one messes with me. 'Ooooh, I am so scared that I almost peed my pants.' Again that idiotic laugh. I counted till 5 and then kicked right in his balls. I turned around and grabbed his hair from roots, jerked them so badly and then gave my hard elbow shot on his chin. Everything happened so fast for one moment he was standing and the other lying on floor wiggling. I charged at him with my cheetah speed, picked up a wooden rod and started hitting him wildly, 'You idiotic stinky breath was trying to steal my backpack. You are so dead.' 'Favour, favour, favour.' He was screaming in pain just after few seconds and was panting hard. I picked my paste from my bag and threw at him, 'Brush your teeth.' I was fuming. I turned around and saw him standing wide-eyed, 'Hi, I am Scarlett.' I smiled showing my 32 teeth. 'I am scared.' His look puzzled me. Starting date- November 5, 2019 Completed on - May 23, 2020 All Rights Reserved.

4- A Warning For You ni SconoCatholicKnight

Part of the Past Live's category of my works. This is a true story of how a 12 year old girl was attacked by what modern cultures tolerate. People unknowingly glorify s3x, k!lling, su!icide, drama, negativity, and so on. Inspired by David Goggin's Can't Hurt Me Book. "Judge it man, judge it." People do not see that children within the last 3 generations are turning into zombies and are exposed to all sorts of garbage that destroys them. Terrible actors have allowed pedoph!les to be seen as normal- no one questions them when they enter a bathroom not for them or when they demand from entitlment to have the opportunity to attack a child- especially online. Children, young teens, young adults, and parents this is for you. If you've been hurt or want to see another window into a small section of the carnivorous evil that's broken into your home. Here's you a real maddening story of how this girl's mind became p3rverted with wild fantasies and developed f3tishes and believed she was a transgender boy, trapped in a female's body. Will you allow your children to build themselves In life upon lies? Will you scour through social media to see what truly is hunting your family and their sanity? This is Not another #MeToo story, as the main character of this Refuses to be a victim and instead turns her chains into a workout to become stronger. Following Christ's lead to bear life, its suffering, its responsibilities, and other's burdens, by picking up her cross and walking with the guidance of his footsteps. Thanks be to God for his glory and mercy. And yes I made this cover myself 😎

SHAMBLES ni Damzeee

"Are you ready?" I said to her placing her long silky hair at the back of her head. She nodded. Her bewitching smile sending immense pleasure to my body. I pushed into her slowly- carefully and then with a little force. She forced a smile at first and in seconds her face had turned pale, hysterical- beastly! "Shit!. Shit!. Stoppppp Dotun - Please stopp." She screamed loudly like she was in enormous pain. I felt like I was in another world, lost in a haze of sensations-almost like I had found a place that felt like home. But then, reality struck. No matter how intense the moment, when a woman says stop, you stop. It doesn't matter how powerful the desire burning through you is. "Shit!" I yelled, fighting to pull myself back from the edge. The tension within me was overwhelming, the kind that tempts you to ignore everything but your own feelings. But I knew better-her voice, her comfort, and her trust meant everything. The desire could wait. Respect couldn't. Dammit!!! The sweet taste of a woman!!! Her personality, A ferocious saint, like fire and brimstone. He on the other hand, is like water yet powerless against her fire She was broken, a puzzle that was missing a piece. But he was willing to carve his own piece to complete her. They said her fire would consume him. But he was ready to be destroyed by her raging flames! Ranked 1 in #nigerianstories

It hurts....the emptiness [reborn as Rebekah Mikealson] ni PennyMiller23

You know....when you first hear that fast beating heartbeat.... everything else melts away, the stress of finding out you're pregnant at 16, your boyfriend ghosting you after you showed him the test, your parents abandoning you when you need them most.....it all goes away and you finally found what you been looking for all along....unconditional love and that's exactly what I felt towards you my love...my sun flower...my baby......God gave me 2 years to be your mother and now the memories hurt......love I am so sorry mommies coming. Dani Winters was on her way home from her friends house, listening to her son talk random things when suddenly a car came out of nowhere and rammed the side of her car, she slowly opened her eyes only to groan out a gasp and tried to turn to check on Tommy.....only to let out an agonizing scream after and lost consciousness. The doctors tried to save her, she came back a few times but she didn't want to....she didn't want to live in a world without her son....they fought to bring her back....well she fought to stay dead, so what happens when the next time she wakes she's in a coffin wearing a 20s dress and having the most hungry inducing thirst.....and her only thought 'It hurts.' Warning this will have discussions about suicidal thoughts/actions, death of a child, depression, blood, gore, murder, etc⚠️⚠️⚠️

𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 ni LuxeInkedbyTee

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence

Love or Lust (A Christmas Romance) ni munamary

"ahhh!" I screamed before pushing him off the bed. With my heart racing, I clutched my white pillow to my chest even though I was not naked. White pillow? I don't own anything white for obvious reasons. " Ughh! You're more violent when you're awake." My idiot of a cousin said as he tried massaging his back. " What are you doing in my bed?" I yelled at him. I know he is family but he is a guy. And I don't like having guys this close to me, alone, in my room. " In your bed?" he scoffed before adding " check again Kelly." It was then I noticed I was not in my bed, not in my grandma's, not even in my dad's. It was... Ben's. No no no! Please don't tell me I.... " Yeah. You sleepwalked to my room" he must have guessed my thoughts when he saw the horrified expression I had on my face. " I don't sleepwalk." I said stubbornly. I know I did but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of admitting. The thing was... I started sleepwalking after he relocated to UK. I would always find myself in his room in the morning whenever I stayed at grandma's house. I guessed I missed him that much. But now he is here, I don't understand how I ever missed him. He took off his T-shirt. Showing off his drool - worthy body. Instead of finding my way out, what do you think I did? I sat down rooted to the bed, staring at his body. What broke the trance was the cocky smirk on his face. Trust me. When a guy is cute and he doesn't know, that's very adorable. But when he looks good and he knows, that is the spelling of danger. *** Christmas is near! Who is excited? Everyone but Kelechi. After a break up, Christmas excitement is not what she needs. Definitely not her entire dysfunctional family in one place. Especially not her cousin Ben who she is attracted to. Quick question: When you are attracted to your cousin, is it love or lust?

Choices ni glowstixx1120

I feel arms wrap around me, pulling me into a warm body. "No." I whisper out, I try to get away but it was no use, the arms only wrapped tighter around my waist. My body freezes when a hand comes around my throat. "I told you kitten, I love the chase." I let out a groan when he bites my ear, pulling it. "Seems like I'm not the only one." A dark chuckle leaves his lips sending shivers down my body. I hold my thighs together as much as I could. "Luca, let her get ready." I look at Nikola, Luca let's go of me with a groan and I go to walk away from him. "You could always skip therapy and I could give you some therapy." "Luca." x x x Welcome to the life of Jessica Winters. A woman with a sad past. She was alone growing up, then she found Janice and Ray. Owners of the diner that she works at, they treated her like their own and helped her so much. She was okay with being alone, it's what she knew. It's what she was use to, then they walked in. As soon as the five men enter her life she was starting to feel things that she never knew that she could feel. Adrianno. Nikola. Stefano. Luca. Nico. Cold-hearted. Merciless. All dangerous in their own right. They were use to passing a girl around until they were bored. Until they went to the diner and saw the girl behind the counter. They could tell she was broken, but somewhere under the wall that she had built was a light that attracted them all. Come join the journey of Jess trying to find herself. All while trying to juggle the new feelings and emotions that she's never felt before. Will she open up her heart, or will she run and never look back? This story is filled with things that might be a trigger to some people. Suicide, multiple sexual partners, bullying. Please read at your own risk

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A few minutes into the walk, I heard footsteps shuffling behind me. I tensed up and halted in my tracks. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I felt too afraid to even do anything. I stayed glued to my spot, but that didn't stop the footsteps from approaching. Mustering all of the courage left in me, I spun around and to my utmost horror, two men - more like thugs were standing just few inches away from me. Ya Allah, please protect me! I don't want to die like this. I spun back around and started walking, my pace increasing rapidly. "Hey! Where the f* do you think you're going, bit" One of the men slurred. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was tipsy or high. The rate of my fear intensified. MANAL ❤ ©2019

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