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Dernière publication ven., mars 26, 2021
I thought I had my life figured out, but something felt like it was missing, my best friend helped me figure that out one night.
Along the way things got difficult, damaged, and ruined.
I never thought my life would be on the line. Never thought that I would get hurt so bad that I'd be raped and have ptsd. Especially by someone I trusted or well thought that I trusted.
I never thought I'd end up with two bikers from two different mcs.
Both of these men, these big, brutal, tattooed, hunk of men save me from being killed, and better yet save me from myself when every nightmare hits when I close my eyes.
They are the reason I'm still here, the reason I still fight, the reason why my heart belongs to them.
*TRIGGER WARNING*
This story has sexual acts, mentions rape and torture. Not something someone under the age of 18 should read. For mature adults only.
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Alkaria - unedited
I hear the clanking of metal loud and rigid from behind me, I feel the wind rush past as I sprint, they are still chasing me. I'll be honest I don't know what to do, quite frankly it's hard to think straight right now. I feel my body shutting down as the adrenaline is losing its punch, I can't run any faster. I'm always running, they are always chasing me. I don't even know why they chase me, I don't know what I did and like them they won't say. Do they even know? Am I just unlucky? Someone they picked at random to be the new subject of there torture? I wont let it happen. That's why I'll stay free, never fully contained. I think about the one I love, Charlie. I don't know where he is, I don't even know if he is safe. "Hey! Weapon down sarge, we don't want to kill her!" A guard's shout smacks me out of my train of thought. By this point I've gained some distance due to them having heavy armour. This stops me in my tracks though, I hear the guards slow down too. I stop, I realise, they want me alive. They aren't going to kill me, they don't want me dead. I have a gun, if I just point it at myself what are they going to do? I turn around and I look at all of the guards who have stopped in their tracks heaving in confusion. It's silent, even the wind is merely a whisper, all that can be heard is the panting of everyone on scene. They want me alive, they want me alive. I turn around, towards my chasers. I notice the guards straighten as I do so, instinctively I hold my gun to my neck, one bullet left, not enough for all of them but enough to kill me. They don't want me dead. I look to see all of them freeze in shock before one of the guards takes a step forward. I can't see their face, I can't see anyone's face but I feel like I need to know who this is. Before I can react they raise their gun and shoot. Pain explodes in my leg and I fall, all that running, for nothing. All I see now is black, I can't hear everything but I still feel conscious.
The reborn villainess; the end was just the beginning
My hands were stretched out to him. Expressing what my voice couldn't. I needed his help - even if it's just this once - I'd hoped he helped me. But he didn't reach out to me. Instead, I watch him turn his back at me. I watch him walk away when I needed him the most. Even after all she said, there was a part of me that hoped it wasn't true. Even if he doesn't love me - I'd thought he would at the very least liked me... maybe? I thought all the things I did for him would make him see me, tolerate me or something. But no. We kept drifting further apart. And it's all my fault. I simply did too much. I trusted the wrong person. Did the craziest things for love. Forgot my self worth. All these to earn his approval, his acknowledgment - for him to see me - none of which ever happened. And now, here I am. Lying in the pool of my own blood for someone who doesn't even care for my life or death. Oh, how I wish I could turn back time! I refuse to face my family like this. This is too shameful. For I've fallen too far from the woman I was raised to be. I dare not face my mama. Now, for the first time ever, I wish not to be seen, heard or even thought of- I wish not to be saved. I wish my soul disintegrates and scatters into nothingness . I wish to be completely erased from the universe. This story isn't edited yet. I apologize for some mistakes you might see. Your comments and advices are appreciated as this is my first book so it might be quite... Thank you
Ink & Steel
When I was 14, my best friend, Declan, rushed into my life like a storm. He climbed through my window one night, carrying a duffel bag full of baseball equipment, but it wasn't for a game. It was for me. He'd seen the bruises, heard the shouting, and knew what my dad had been doing. Declan, smaller than me even at that age, fought my father to protect me, taking the blows that I couldn't fight off. That night, my dad moved us away, and I never saw Declan again. Now, 13 years later, I'm back in town-older, tougher, and a lot more guarded-but I have no idea where Declan ended up. Life pulled us in different directions, and mine was full of scars, seen and unseen. Then, one night at a red light, a guy starts harassing me through my open window. Before I can react, a motorcycle screeches to a stop beside me. The rider-tattooed, broad-shouldered, and completely lethal-reaches through the guy's window, slams his head into the steering wheel, and rides off like it was just another Thursday. I follow him. He ends up at a place called The Rusted Anchor, a rough bar on the edge of town, hidden behind rusted fences and rows of bikes. The crowd is loud and rough, but I've seen worse. Inside, it smells like whiskey, smoke, and danger. And behind the bar, pouring drinks with practiced ease, is the man I thought I lost all those years ago-Declan. He's no longer the quiet, skinny kid who risked everything to protect me. He's a man now-hardened, scarred, with eyes like storm clouds and a presence that silences a room. He doesn't recognize me at first. But when he does, I see it-that same fire, that same instinct to protect. Only now, it burns even hotter. Declan isn't just back in my life. He's ready to do whatever it takes to keep me safe. And this time, no one is going to take me away from him.Terminé
In Shadows of Night
I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.Terminé
Unmask
"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.Terminé
刺され、最強の魔術師として蘇る。平和を望む。力は混沌をゆく。
"You're gonna get stabbed one of these days, seriously." I used to just laugh off my friends' warnings. Blessed with a silver tongue, I'd toyed with countless women since I was a child, and my college days were spent cycling through dozens of them. I was that kind of womanizing scumbag, and I genuinely believed there was no way I'd ever get stabbed in a law-abiding country like Japan. ...That is, until the night an ex-girlfriend I'd carelessly tossed aside stabbed me in the back. As my consciousness faded, I remembered my grandmother's words, "Everything you do comes back to you," and I died regretting my own foolishness.
DO YOU REMEMBER ME? (Completed)
.( only for 17+ ....mature language will be there...so read on your own risk...) This is My story so do not copy it... (\_/) ( °¢° ) .How could it be? When I look at you Faraway memories come back to life It's always like that When I look at you I see the lost memories from you Protect yourself from disappearing When things get hard, remember me I really wanted you So I hope you'll stop for a moment and look at me I can't stop, I'm afraid I can't control myself, what do I do? Look at me, remember me It happens even when I try When I'm in front of you Memories I want to forget come back to life Protect yourself from disappearing When things get hard, remember me I really wanted you So I hope you'll stop for a moment and look at me I can't stop, I'm afraid I can't control myself, what do I do? Look at me, remember me Protect yourself from disappearing When things get hard, remember me I really wanted you So I hope you'll stop for a moment and look at me I can't stop, I'm afraid I can't control myself, what do I do? Look at me, remember meTerminé
Nachts & Gefühle | Night & Feelings | German&English
Trigger Warning: Suicide, Suicide thoughts, Selfharm, Depression, Anxiety, Death, Food, Eating Disorders, Body Image, Addiction Triggerwarnung: Suizid, Suizidgedanken, Selbstverletzung, Depressionen, Angst/Panik, Tod, Essen, Esstoerungen, Koerperbild, Sucht ------- "𝕰𝖘 𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖊𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖙 𝕹𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝕲𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖊𝖍𝖑𝖊" ~ 𝔚𝔞𝔳𝔳𝔶𝔟𝔬𝔦 in Nightcrawler Wenn es Nacht in mir wird, entstehen Texte, die ich selbst nicht einzuordnen vermag. Dann liege ich da, am hellichten Tag, im Mondlicht, in voelliger Dunkelheit. Und ich kann nicht sagen, was ich sagen will. Ich kann es nicht zu Papier bringen. Denn mir fehlen die Worte, zu formulieren. Es gibt sie nicht. Und alles, was spricht, sind meine Gefuehle und Gedanken. Sie sprengen mich und meine Faehigkeit, Dinge zu begreifen. Und alles, was ich tun kann, ist zu schreiben. Vielleicht sind es doch die richtigen Worte, vielleicht nicht. Ich vermag es nicht zu sagen. ---------- "𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕱𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘" ~ 𝔚𝔞𝔳𝔳𝔶𝔟𝔬𝔦 in Nightcrawler (transl.) When night falls inside of me texts result that even I can not classify myself. Then I lie there in broad daylight in the moonlight in complete darkness. And I can't tell what I want to say. I can't put it into words. Cause I miss the words to formulate. They are not excisting. And everything that speaks are my feelings and thoughts. They blow up my ability to understand things. And everything I can do is write. Maybe they are the right words maybe not I can not tell ~ - currently out of texts ~ I'm sorry the English title is so bad. Actually it's German and in German I like it. (the English parts are not only a translation, I really write them in English. I don't write them in German at all) ~Terminé
The world is ending and I have unlimited supplies
They said the world was ending, but it didn't start with fire or war. It began with a storm-just like any other. But this time, it didn't stop. The rain fell for days, then weeks, and then came the flood that drowned everything. When the sun finally broke through the clouds, people thought it was over. They thought it was hope. But that hope was a lie. The sun scorched the land. Insects bred in the rotting water. Plague spread like wildfire. Water became scarce, food even scarcer. They said Mother Earth was angry, and I believed them. I did everything to survive. Even if it meant relying on a filthy, twisted man for bread. He preyed on girls like me-young, desperate, orphaned. He fed us, clothed us, and in return, demanded we sell our bodies. He called it "the price of protection." Men came to us like vultures. They stripped away our innocence and left us hollow. And then, one winter night, starving people stormed our hideout. They came with knives and desperation. I threw myself in front of the youngest girl when one lunged to stab her. I took the blade meant for her. As my body went cold, I felt no fear. Just peace. Finally, I thought. This nightmare is over. But when I opened my eyes again... I was in my bed. Warm. Dry. Dressed in pajamas. It hadn't been a nightmare. It had been real. And now, it's happening all over again. But this time, I won't be weak. This time, I won't be used. This time... I'll survive. No matter the cost.
Devil in Disguise
I take another gulp of my crown and coke trying to forget the last few hours of work. I'm at the lowest I've ever been in my life. I've always been responsible but for once I don't care and just needed a break so I found myself here at this bar in the not so good part of town. I wanted a place where no one would recognize me and I found it. I take another gulp and finish my drink. "Mind if I sit?" I hear him say. His voice is smooth but masculine. I know his type before I even turn to see him. I signal the bartender for another one ignoring him. I hear his foot steps retreat and I'm a little surprised. I thought he'd put more effort like the last few guys before him but I guess not. The bartender brings me another and I look up, my curiosity getting the best of me. Damn, he's sex in a suit. I take a big drink to calm my nerves, feeling the effects of the liquor. He sat two stools away and is ordering for himself. I scan his body. He's got a tattoo peaking out of his collar and he's dressed in a three piece suit and tie, all black. Screw it, I think and walk over careful not to lose my balance. After a few drinks it's harder than I thought and I almost trip. The alcohol in me is making me brave so I keep going. He looks like a dark Angel or is he the Devil in disguise I wonder? I don't know but he picked the right night, because I just found my release. Hope you're intrigued, keep reading!
I hear the clanking of metal loud and rigid from behind me, I feel the wind rush past as I sprint, they are still chasing me. I'll be honest I don't know what to do, quite frankly it's hard to think straight right now. I feel my body shutting down as the adrenaline is losing its punch, I can't run any faster. I'm always running, they are always chasing me. I don't even know why they chase me, I don't know what I did and like them they won't say. Do they even know? Am I just unlucky? Someone they picked at random to be the new subject of there torture? I wont let it happen. That's why I'll stay free, never fully contained. I think about the one I love, Charlie. I don't know where he is, I don't even know if he is safe. "Hey! Weapon down sarge, we don't want to kill her!" A guard's shout smacks me out of my train of thought. By this point I've gained some distance due to them having heavy armour. This stops me in my tracks though, I hear the guards slow down too. I stop, I realise, they want me alive. They aren't going to kill me, they don't want me dead. I have a gun, if I just point it at myself what are they going to do? I turn around and I look at all of the guards who have stopped in their tracks heaving in confusion. It's silent, even the wind is merely a whisper, all that can be heard is the panting of everyone on scene. They want me alive, they want me alive. I turn around, towards my chasers. I notice the guards straighten as I do so, instinctively I hold my gun to my neck, one bullet left, not enough for all of them but enough to kill me. They don't want me dead. I look to see all of them freeze in shock before one of the guards takes a step forward. I can't see their face, I can't see anyone's face but I feel like I need to know who this is. Before I can react they raise their gun and shoot. Pain explodes in my leg and I fall, all that running, for nothing. All I see now is black, I can't hear everything but I still feel conscious.
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