I'll be Missed
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A/N: This story completely changed over time. I didn't know it'd turn into this.
I wish I could take it back and have patience but I can't. I loved Serena, even though our relationship should be on MTV I wouldn't have cared. I loved her. All I can do now is look back and watch. I want those ten seconds back. I don't know where I would've gone from there but it's better than the choice I made. I'll be missed.
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Hunter is a bad habit I can't quit. He's smoke in my lungs, a slow-burning addiction, the kind that lingers long after he's gone. And no matter how many times I tell myself to stop-to forget, to move on-I always end up chasing the high of him all over again. It's pathetic, really. How just seeing him at school can flip my entire mood. How even when he's being cruel, I catch myself wishing he'd say my name instead. How I hate him-God, I hate him-and then, without fail... I fall again. They all think I'm delusional. That I romanticize the worst parts of him. That I've turned some reckless, indifferent boy into something worth loving. But they don't see what I do. They don't notice the cracks in the armor, the glimpses of something real underneath. Maybe I am delusional. Maybe I'm drowning in a fantasy of my own making. But if loving him is a slow, self-inflicted destruction- Then light the match. I'll burn for him anyway.Kumpleto
Irrevocably (COMPLETED)
I wish I didn't take advantage of her love I wish I didn't love him. I wish I took better care of her I wish I turned my back on him the moment he hit me I wish I treated her better. I wish I pushed him off when he came to me I wish I could've held my love for him I wish I didn't walk down that aisle I wish I could have fought back for myself. I was fighting a losing battle, All for us. But it was too late for those numerous "I wish" Everything is irrevocable. No pauses. No rewinds. No take backs.Kumpleto
Wake Up Call
A broken girl... Twenty years old and I'd finally had enough. I couldn't take anymore, so I packed up my things and disappeared, leaving behind my drunken, abusive father and the mother that stood by and watched as I slowly died. I knew I was going, but not where I'd stop. The last thing I expected once on my own, was to be spending my nights stripping at a club in Florida, barely getting by. I should have known running from a past wouldn't make it stop haunting me, because misery will always find me and tear me down until there's nothing left of me. It always has... Things can always change though, right? Like looking up at a handsome, tattooed stranger, and with one stare he has me questioning everything I've ever believed in. I wasn't expecting or prepared for someone to storm into my life. Not him. Jace Montgomery. The name I'll never forget. The need to save me lies in his eyes, but I don't need a savior. Trust- what he wants to teach me. That I'm something more than what I've grown up believing and that I'm worth loving. Those are the things he wants me to believe. How am I supposed to let him in and show me I'm something when I've spent my entire life being... nothing? He won't give up, and honestly, I'm hoping he never does... Because maybe... just maybe... I am worth saving after all.Kumpleto
My Shades of Gray
Isabella Harper, a nineteen-year-old, lost her color vision after her sister's suicide. She shut down herself from everyone and remained in her world until her parents force her to go to college. She couldn't get into a hotshot university since she was home-schooled. Isabella settled with a community college in Dunwoody, Georgia. Trying to live a normal life with her vision, Isabella is dragged into a whole new world. Everything happens for a reason. She meets new people, experiences new emotions, and discovers secrets and the reason behind her sister's death. Now she wants revenge. Battling demons from her past, going to underground fights and nightclubs, hacking into a porn site, and on top of everything, there's Hunter Armstrong. Warning β οΈ This book contains dark themes, mature and triggering content, i.e. description/talk of suicide, rape, porn, and mature language. ~^~^~^~ His lips cupped mine, and a swell of warmth unfurled in my heart. It was gentle and soft, something I never expected from a guy like him. He moved his right hand from my cheek to my waist, tugging me against him, and molded our bodies together. A wave of electricity went down to my core when he licked my lips. "Open your mouth, Bella." His commanding husky voice against my lips jolted my heart, and I followed his order like a slave. With no control, a moan erupted from my throat as his tongue met mine. It was barely audible, but I knew he heard it when he smiled against my lips. He swept my hair from my face to my back and gathered them in his fist. He tugged my head back, deepening the kiss, and my heart thrashed in my chest. At that moment, I didn't need drugs to know what being high felt like because his lips were enough to send me on nine clouds. Just once and I was addicted to it. If this is how being kissed feels like, then fuck, I've wasted a lot of time. ~^~^~^~ FEATURED ON: @Romance (Romantic Suspense) HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 Goodgirl, Darkpast #2 Badboy #5 NewaduKumpleto
Scholar
[COMPLETED] [Warning: Strong language used throughout the book.] He put his hand over my notebook and the other over mine. I glared up at him, his golden brown eyes catching my attention. "I can't write like this," I pointed out. "Is this all you care about?" Ryan asked. I shrugged. "Not this specifically, but yeah, I care about my grades." Ryan smirked. I swallowed nervously but refused to break my stoic expression. He leaned closer to me, my heart pounding so hard against my chest it felt like it might break out and fall on the table between us. His mouth was right by my ear, and I could feel his warm breath when he spoke which sent shivers down my spine. "Well, aren't you a little a scholar?" *** The only things Alex Moris ever cared about were his grades and his sister. However, when the boy his sister likes, Ryan Smithe, makes things complicated and causes him to feel things he's never felt before, Alex realizes that, maybe, there's more important things in life than grades and scholarships. [Word Count: 40,216] [BoyxBoy] ~#14 in the "BoyxBoy" tag on 3/5/2019~ ~#14 in the "love" tag on 12/28/2018~ ~#8 in the "lgbt" and "lgbtq" tags on 1/4/2019~ ~#1 in the "loveislove" tag on 1/12/2019~ ~#31 in the "romance" tag on 2/10/2019~ ~#2 in the "BxB" tag on 3/9/2019~Kumpleto
Baby I'm A Sinner // z.m.
I moved here to try and start over; I've changed. Before my transformation I murdered ruthlessly and didn't care a thing about it. Once I arrived in this bucolic town I didn't thing I would stay as long as I have. There's one person who's made me stay longer than expected. //I wrote this in middle school, it's terrible lololKumpleto
Holding On β’ #Wattys2015
I decided I have given up. I have been trying to hold on for the past month but all of that was super hard, I have been going mad. I'm not just saying that because I miss Taylah, I bet if I had friends everything wouldn't have been as bad. I know my parents love me, but you can tell they are fed up with my screaming and crying. I don't want to go through this pain anymore, I don't want to see my parents frustration anymore, I don't want to see people try and stay sane when I'm around, I don't want any of this. I have decided to lift everybody's pain and frustration away, and to do that I have to do one thing. One thing. One very stupid thing. But it's the only way to make everyone happy.Kumpleto
π₯ Hate or Fate π {Enemies to Lovers}
One day you're happy, and the next, a freak accident exposes your boyfriend's dirty little secrets in the worst possible way. I lost the man I loved, my trust in people, and my home in less than one afternoon. At least I know that I've pushed past unimaginable pain before, and I can do it again. Elijah didn't break me, just my heart. ππ¨ So, the LAST thing I needed was to run into my ex's best friend, Gray on the street. Who cares if he's hotter than lava? Gray's a cocky jerk who seems to get a misguided kick out of making my blood boil. And did I mention the guy's got a chip on his tattooed shoulder even bigger than his inflated ego? Unfortunately, I just found out that I accidentally hired him to work on the BIGGEST campaign of my career!π But when Gray's prismatic eyes fill with heartfelt apologies, I don't know how to feel. It's messing with my mind, my career, my new friendships, and worst of all, it's hurting what's left of my ruined heart. I thought Gray hated me, but I was wrong...There is something much, much stronger that binds our fate. π₯π This book contains adult themes (aka sexy stuff and trigger content) as well as Oxford commas and the occasional grammatical error. π₯π **This is a complete story that I am currently in the process of editing, so feedback, notes, and helpful comments are always welcome. Bullying and harassing others for their comments as well as shameless self-promotion of things not related to the content will be deleted.** Highest Ranks: π₯π #6 in #mature πππ π₯π #15 in #adultromance ππ₯° π₯π #69 in #unrequited πππ π₯π #92 in #tattoos π₯π #18 in #badboylovestory π₯π #1 & #2 in #adultthemes liKumpleto
Hunter is a bad habit I can't quit. He's smoke in my lungs, a slow-burning addiction, the kind that lingers long after he's gone. And no matter how many times I tell myself to stop-to forget, to move on-I always end up chasing the high of him all over again. It's pathetic, really. How just seeing him at school can flip my entire mood. How even when he's being cruel, I catch myself wishing he'd say my name instead. How I hate him-God, I hate him-and then, without fail... I fall again. They all think I'm delusional. That I romanticize the worst parts of him. That I've turned some reckless, indifferent boy into something worth loving. But they don't see what I do. They don't notice the cracks in the armor, the glimpses of something real underneath. Maybe I am delusional. Maybe I'm drowning in a fantasy of my own making. But if loving him is a slow, self-inflicted destruction- Then light the match. I'll burn for him anyway.
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