Good Evil and I
  • Reads 152
  • Votes 15
  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 33m
  • Reads 152
  • Votes 15
  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 33m
Ongoing, First published Apr 26, 2020
I am just a regular kid. I was born and brought up in India in a middle class family with higher class expectations. High school was a shit show but somehow over. Now was the time for me to be independent and live freely. It was time for me to walk into the bizarre reality of maturity and life and most importantly, college.
I am not a regular human. I wasn't born, just the spawn of an unseen side effect of the devil. I have the ability to create, manipulate and destroy anything according  to my wish. Regular humans are fragile. I am to be immortal and omnipotent, just need some killing to do for it.
I am not a human. I am a weapon. I was created to destroy the devil incarnate, to keep him away forever. I will obey my father's orders and keep his child safe, even if it requires my own life to do so. I won't stop.

Neither of these is the truth. I'm waiting in the darkness, waiting for the truth.
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Good Evil and I to your library and receive updates
or
#413mentalinstitution
Content Guidelines
You may also like
Shallow but Depth by Jamiesbloom
2 parts Ongoing Mature
He extended towards me in three long steps gripping my hair hard. He pulled me by my hair I stood up in an uneasy position due to his brutal hold. My scalp tearing apart.I tried to free his hand by digging my nails but all my attempt fails. My unflawed existence will be over by a single slap from him. "You don't get to talk to me like that again and I will make sure of it." He roared on my face."Better be a good girl and tell me where that fucker is. I promise to gift peace to both of you and your brother's roguish soul, I promise to end all your sufferings as soon as I find him, I will furnish the best death to both of you that even animals will regret looking at your bodies, I promise to kill you with my own hands. Not many people are lucky to die by my hands you surely born with a fortune fate." I felt sick, bile rising in my stomach, I wanted to throw up listening to his viscous words. Gritting his teeth he spoke in a dark and slow voice. I can hear and feel the mixed minty and smoky breath. "Leave me,its hurting leave me please" I whispered. His eyes flashed amazement seeing me struggling. " And it should hurt." "Oh sweetheart its nothing you will be welcoming a new life from tomorrow." This man is ill he is fucking amused seeing me scared. This man is a complete stranger to me with a whole new personality, full of vengeance and vexation. He is manifesting a dual nature.Sometime chilling my soul with a playful and psychotic character and sometime bursting out and yelling on my face.
This is my truth by KristinaFigolah
72 parts Ongoing
My life has been an intense journey from a little girl who was beaten down and abused into believing that she was worthless, to a woman at 43 years of age who is still desperately searching for who she truly is. I found her though. I did. And she writes like me, from inside of me. She is me. This girl that I've been in love with since time first existed, is indeed me. The way that she walks. With her hands... and how she talks? The hearts that she's captured, the souls that she has inspired. I'm now trying to be her. I've never felt that I was good enough to actually be myself!!! I always knew how pure and clear and free I was inside. But people told me otherwise, in a very cruel way. No one ever spared my feelings or thought to speak to me with kindness or love. My parents were very serious and strict people. They believed that there was only 1 way to act and inside I knew that I did NOT fit in the parameters of the behavior expected of me. And every single time I made my Step Daddy sigh or frown it felt like I knife in my heart. I was a let down. Always too loud. Always moving too much. Always too fat and always too ugly. Always too much. Unless I sat quietly. But I've always been a firecracker and all of that containment really made me want to blow off! All of what was inside of me, swirling and dividing in me. Burying the side of me that I loved the most! I was a bastard and a blasphemy. Harsh words for a girl of 3. They said them when they baptized me.
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
Immortal (boy x boy) cover
Watch Me ✔️ cover
The Outer Reach// Volume 1// Part 1 cover
What Am I? cover
BHA males x seme male Ghoul reader op cover
The Lycan's Origin Series: The 1st Lycan Alpha cover
Reborn Virgin cover
Shallow but Depth cover
Supernatural Beings: Strive Survivors Vol. 1 cover
This is my truth cover

Immortal (boy x boy)

26 parts Complete

My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.