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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.
*****
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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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 😎

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⚠️⚠️⚠️

| UNEXPECTED | ✔ ni Cherryplum112

**** "That wasn't right, I can't believe..." "You can't believe what, Aisha, huh? The fact that I denied him diner, hell, I don't want him here!" I say feeling the anger rising more and more. "I don't know why you're so stuck up with him now." She narrows her eyes. "I told you that he's nice to me that's all and he's your uncle, yet I'm nicer to him." I stand up. "So? The fact that he's flirting with my wife doesn't mean I want to welcome him more." "Oh my god." She scoffs. "Don't start that with me, I don't like him here. That's it. End of conversation." I say firmly, slightly gritting my teeth. "Fine, munir. It's your house and your family." She goes upstairs to her room. It felt like I was raising a teenager. I groan loudly, looking at the ceiling. ******* Aisha Sambo, a motherless graduate. She has her cousin (Fawaz); whom she takes as her brother after spending all her life with him so far, pairs her up with his supposed friend named Munir Hassan. A successful web developer with a perfect life as it seems. She falls head over heels for him because of his good looks and decided to marry him not knowing he has a huge secret. They are met with complications along the way. ******** cherryplum🍒

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

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.

Sister Deborah ni Samfreddy

Imagine going from this: "Can I kiss you?" Those words reverberated through my ears and sent shivers down my spine, literally. I could sense the passion in her voice and the immense desire in her eyes. "Can I?" Deborah repeated, tilting her face close to mine. I steered my lips near hers and closed the gap between us, barely inches apart. _____________________________________ To this: "Neche, my love." Deborah said my name softly, almost in a whisper. She struggled to get on her feet to no avail, stretching her hands to her crutches, pissing me off with her pitiful actions. Timi leaped close to her and helped her up while I just stood there, numb, disgusted by her very presence. "Why did you bring this whore into our room, Timi?" I faced him angrily, and Deborahʼs face turned sour at my words. She looked so dazed, clearly not believing what I'd just called her. _____________________________________ Now, imagine the rest of the story. Or you could just simply read it and find out what this epic, thrilling blockbuster novel holds in store for you!

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.

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

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

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4- A Warning For You

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 😎

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