Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...
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~HEARTS & FANGS~
||-Ongoing-|| 'I hate you! I hate you! I'll never be the wife that you deserve!' 'I do not want the wife that I deserve Cassiopeia because it is you that I want.' 'Then,' she hesitated for only a moment, 'I'll never be a wife still yet yours!' she promised him. 'Say that again,' he told her in a hard angry voice, 'and face the rowen,' he dared her. Despite the threat, she climbed out of bed and went to him. She tilted her head to look challengingly at him with her sharp green tear stained eyes. 'I will never be a wife much less yours,' she repeated in a terminal raspy but rather confident voice. He stared at her for a long time, internally simmering. The tension in the bedroom thickened greatly. Silence reigned as their stare down intensified. All in the room stood in trepidation, awaiting his eppy. 'Everyone,' he ordered in a calm yet jussive voice that betrayed the extremity of his anger. 'Out!' he finished. They all festinated out, skedaddling away as quickly as they could before anyone of them suffered from transfer of aggression. And when the door closed with a small click sound behind them, he drew her to him unexpectedly. 'You are mine,' he simply told her with surety before he lipped her. --- 🌫 She knew nothing, except that she wanted out, away from him-the beast. She knew not what she wanted, especially with a damaged head and fragmented memories. But, she just knew that she wanted nothing -absolutely nothing- to do with the monster that always left her in perplexity. --- 🌫 He wasn't what she thought he was. He was what she would never dream to think. He was a part of her and she was a part of him. He would never let her go. She must be there, with him, under his spell, wrapped around his thumb lest everything would go wrong. And if it did, he was the only person who could try, mean try to put it back in place. For with her, nothing wrong could ever be right. --- #3 in Royal love #3 in Satisfying #4 in Fated lov
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥'𝗦 𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗘
Y/N had long since perfected the art of hiding the cracks in her heart, a quiet ache that lingered beneath the surface, unnoticed by the world around her. Trust had been shattered too many times, leaving behind only the remnants of love she once gave so freely. The weight of solitude clung to her like a second skin, and each day she walked through life as though she were a ghost, watching the world pass by, yearning for something she couldn't quite reach. But when the night embraced her, when sleep whispered its soft lullaby, everything changed. In the silence of her dreams, something shifted-though her eyes could not see, her heart felt it. It was a presence, gentle yet unyielding, that made her believe, just for a moment, that there was more to life than the ache she carried. A presence that whispered in the stillness, as though it had always known her, waiting in the spaces where dreams met reality. In that sacred space, between waking and sleeping, Y/N began to feel the warmth of something new. It was not a dream, but something more-a promise, tender yet powerful, that whispered softly to her soul. "I can't promise you a perfect world, but in this moment, let me be the one who never lets you go." In The Dreamer's Embrace, Y/N begins a journey where the weight of silence starts to lift, revealing a connection she never expected-a love, not of fantasy, but something she's always longed for. Will she open her heart to this strange, beautiful presence, or will the weight of her past keep her trapped in the shadows?
Remind Her ✓
"You look perfect," he whispered into my ear. "Well you look a mess," I responded plainly, but he could sense the waver and doubt as I released a small whine. "That so..." he cooed huskily into the crook of my neck, feeling my pulse with his softened lips. His hand grabbed onto the both of mine, placing them above my head, as my mind began to spiral, "Then why is it you stare at me?" "I don't know," I whispered cockily, clenching my thighs. "Oh?" he spread my legs open fastly with his knee, watching my mouth fall open with delight. "𝗠𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻, 𝗚𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮?" • • • Working as a maid for the most powerful kingdom, Gloria Manú has yet to feel greater than what she is. As if fate were real, she was taken under care of a knight. The captain, to be exact. He wasn't like the happy adventurous soul that she possessed. He was quite the opposite. Cold, emotionless, and intimidating. Yet somehow, his protective side made her feel like a princess. That's all she's ever wanted, and she started to fall in love. Nonetheless, he didn't see her in the same way she saw him, despite the constant hints. He'd always forget her confessions. Will he ever realize what he means to her and how long will she have to remind him? ⚠ Will Contain Mature Content ⚠ ➥ Started: 4/30/21 - Finished: 5/18/21Zakończone
Angel (Bae Sumin ff)
The heavens are her home, the seas reflecting her unmatched beauty. Earth is not a place worthy of her presence, so she becomes an angel who would endlessly be sitting on comfort and happiness. She is my angel. From down here on Earth, up until the skies above. Giving me nothing, but hope and love. Wishing that my flawed arms be perfect for her embrace. Praying that even as the devil, I would be good enough to be receiving her mercy and grace.Zakończone
The Flower on the Lamppost
The fleeting life of a passing flower, The sole one of her kind. ~~~Zakończone
The Falling Stars
"For every tear that fell from her eyes// A bright star came falling from the sky" Just poems.... uhhh... yeah :) Poems that basically pop up in my head at like 3am ... and are formulated over an hour or two. That ... or it was inspired by a dream :) Highest: #8 in Poetry, #37 in Poem (AGSJHAGSJGAJSGJH THANK YOUUUUU) (Started: 3.04.18) #TheCosmicAwards2018 #pearlawards2018Zakończone
A Fault In Perfection
"My love is abused and neglected, it is ravaged and fought for known for its qualities and how abundant it is, but my love is too much for them to bare as it conjures violence. Therefore it is no more love, now it causes me to involuntary conceal and limit it."Zakończone
Thoughts of a Loner.
Poetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
||-Ongoing-|| 'I hate you! I hate you! I'll never be the wife that you deserve!' 'I do not want the wife that I deserve Cassiopeia because it is you that I want.' 'Then,' she hesitated for only a moment, 'I'll never be a wife still yet yours!' she promised him. 'Say that again,' he told her in a hard angry voice, 'and face the rowen,' he dared her. Despite the threat, she climbed out of bed and went to him. She tilted her head to look challengingly at him with her sharp green tear stained eyes. 'I will never be a wife much less yours,' she repeated in a terminal raspy but rather confident voice. He stared at her for a long time, internally simmering. The tension in the bedroom thickened greatly. Silence reigned as their stare down intensified. All in the room stood in trepidation, awaiting his eppy. 'Everyone,' he ordered in a calm yet jussive voice that betrayed the extremity of his anger. 'Out!' he finished. They all festinated out, skedaddling away as quickly as they could before anyone of them suffered from transfer of aggression. And when the door closed with a small click sound behind them, he drew her to him unexpectedly. 'You are mine,' he simply told her with surety before he lipped her. --- 🌫 She knew nothing, except that she wanted out, away from him-the beast. She knew not what she wanted, especially with a damaged head and fragmented memories. But, she just knew that she wanted nothing -absolutely nothing- to do with the monster that always left her in perplexity. --- 🌫 He wasn't what she thought he was. He was what she would never dream to think. He was a part of her and she was a part of him. He would never let her go. She must be there, with him, under his spell, wrapped around his thumb lest everything would go wrong. And if it did, he was the only person who could try, mean try to put it back in place. For with her, nothing wrong could ever be right. --- #3 in Royal love #3 in Satisfying #4 in Fated lov
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