Divine [Justin Bieber]
  • Reads 3,039
  • Votes 310
  • Parts 10
  • Time 3h 34m
  • Reads 3,039
  • Votes 310
  • Parts 10
  • Time 3h 34m
Ongoing, First published Aug 29, 2014
"I'll collect your tears in a tar black jar, just as black as your soul, I will not throw it from my 10 stories high apartment to be shattered into a million piece nor will I toss your precious tears in the ocean, but I will keep them close to me, use it whenever to bait my internal self and if it can't water plants and nourish living things, I'll use it to feed my ferocious revenge. You've disgraced my respect and conspired against me, mocked at my personality and scorned me with yours, thwarted my race everytime I cried and showed emotions to you, my eccentric, bewitched, full of grudge and unrelenting beast, you turned my propriety against me, heated and riled my privilege out of me, and what's the reason of this? Because you're an unsophisticated hardly-preceiving-life human being? Or because I'm a cathartic teenage girl who can't keep her intimacy and crude fundamental feelings inside? Please tell me and enlighten my life, don't I have two eyes like yours? Alienation inside me and seeking for I love you's? Doesn't summer warm me up and winter make my upper and lower teeth make the sound of tick tock? When I get pricked with a pin upon my skin, doesn't my blood stream out? Don't diseases attack my cells and medicines try their best to shield them? Doesn't my body get doomed when poison dissolves into its system? I beg your pardon interpret all of this to me and enlighten my world with your perceives please, trust me I'm able to forgive more than my counterparts are but you should seek my pardon, you can become my torchbearer in a masquerade, my companion in a portrait, my every successful stride towards great parades, you should reinforce my walls and undermine my fears, pick up my gems and hastily agonize my piled up absurd deeds, before I villainy treat you as ferociously as I was taught from you to, and believe me you'll be rejoiced if you could force me submit to you with your crystal ways and let me outdo what you, my teacher, taught me to."
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Divine [Justin Bieber] to your library and receive updates
or
#378barbarapalvin
Content Guidelines
You may also like
The Street Fighter (#Wattys2014) by KenZ_Dizzy95
33 parts Complete
"Talk to you about it?" I asked with a dark laugh. "it's not as easy as you make it sound," "Yes, Garret! Talking! You know what that is right? It's very easy! You just open your mouth and let the words that are in your head, come out of your mouth." "It's not that simple," I fought down emotions that were building up. "Yes, it is! See, i'm doing it right now!" "No-it's not!" "Yes!" "No!" "Yes! just talk, dang it!-" "You just expect it to be easy to talk about my dead parents?! About how guilty I feel for not visiting their grave for the past 11 years?! I didn't even realize how long it's been, I had pretty much forgotten about them for 11 years! Do you know what kind of guilt is eating at me right now!" I shouted in angst, my hands grabbing at the clothes on top of my head and pushing it into myself, wanting to just be shielded away from everything I was feeling, guilt, sadness, from thinking about more people I've lost in my life. Before I could even react, Keeley's tiny arms wrapped themselves around my torso. ~ 
Garret had a difficult life. His parent's died when he was 10, and he got moved around for 4 year's in foster care. He finally find's a home where he feels like he's family, He has a mom, dad and a brother. 4 years later things happen and everything start's to go wrong. People die and people you thought you knew show a whole different side. Garret finds himself distancing from everybody. Because if he's not close to anybody, they cant get hurt. Right? 
One day while at a fight he runs into Keeley, who is a spirited and confident little fireball. when they met it left an impression on Garret, soon he finds himself wanting to know her more. and soon, he find's himself falling for her. 
Everyone Garret's ever loved has died, has gotten hurt, or stabbed him in the back.will he be able to trust her enough to let her close,or push her away to keep them both from getting hurt? © 2013
𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 [part 1 &2] (18+) by unicornisa14
78 parts Ongoing Mature
"Pl-please I am sorry" "I loved you more than anything, I would've given my life for you without question...but what you did to me was worse than death and I can never forgive you for that" ₪⸗₪⸗₪ "What happened?" I ask thinking how can she get such a huge scar. "Isn't it beautiful" she says and I looks at her confused when she continues "I cut of my entire skin removing the tattoo that always reminded me of you and your fake love...I did it right after I watched you marry my sister in front of me" she says with a huge smile and starts to walk out. "What have I done to you?" I ask to myself. "You destroyed me" she replies and walks out. ₪⸗₪⸗₪ Juliet Garcia was once like the beautiful flower of lotus which blooms in the middle of a swamp. Being the daughter of Spanish mafia leader's daughter she was surrounded by bad business of her father but she was still pure and innocent. Then she met the cold-hearted Gabriel Valentino but to her he was nothing but her prince charming. Gabriel Valentino the mafia king, The Lucifer...Every man feared him and his men worshipped him. He was true definition of Lucifer, cold-hearted and a murderer. Then he met the sweet innocent Juliet, who soon became the reason of his life, the purpose of his existence. One misunderstanding... One betrayal... One heartbreak... And it all ended. Five years later... Juliet is no longer the innocent girl, she is the Donna of the American Mafia...The Pandora. Gabriel is filled with grief and love for his Juliet. Fate brings them together once again... One heart filled with hate... One filled with regret and love... Who will achieve victory? Love? or Hate? {I DO NOT OWN PHOTO'S, GIF'S OR VIDEOS USED IN THIS BOOK}
Scars by SarahORawe4
28 parts Complete Mature
"If I risk it all, could you break my fall? How do I live? How do I breathe? When your not here i'm sufficated. I wanna feel love, run through my blood. Tell me is this where I give it all up? For you, I have to risk it all, Cuz the Writing's on the Walls." This is a story about a boy and a girl. She loves him, and he want's her dead. But he vowed to keep her safe..But how can he keep such a dangerous vow? *EXCERPT FROM BOOK BELOW* "Our story is like the movies. The movies with the happy endings?" I yelled as he got out of the car. "No! Our ending is nothing like those movies Vana. Our story is the both of us risking it all and then ending up right next to Kyle." He said and sighed. And he was right. Our ending is that one fucked up movie that no on wants to go see. "SO YOU AREN'T WILLING TO RISK IT ALL!?! I yelled louder as the rain came pouring down. He turned on his heal and stomped twords me pulling me close to him leaveing no space between us. His lips came crashing down on mine making the butterflies in my stomach errupt with pleaseure. He pulled away and sighed as did I. He grabbed my hand and ran his thumb over the knuckle of my thumb over my tattoo thanks to his stupid game of dare or dare. "Look at the perspective of things Vana. You might see a smily face but I don't. I see a sad face. You don't want my happy ending. Trust me." He said and sighed again. "I love you so much Vana." He said and kissed the top of my head and then walked back over to his house. But he didn't really love me. If he did he would be willing to risk it all just like I am. But I am left just like Kyle had suspected. Alone and heart broken in the rain. Because I was always the one willing to risk it all. For him.
The Scryer ✔️ by VeroniqueLeNoir
47 parts Complete Mature
"What are you doing babe," Jim's disembodied voice asked her. "I want to talk to you." "You are," his voice said, almost laughing at her. "Yes, but I want to hear you with my ears, not just in my head. I want to see your face again." "Okay. Well, you still have the little scrying mirror coin-thingy, right?" "It's not enough. I want to hold your hand in mine. I want to kiss your lips...I need to feel you again." "I know. You will one day. Soon." Hannah Stolzfus AKA Gabrielle Winston walked between two realms and lost herJim because of it...murdered by the Demon King by way of her unconditional love for her husband. Six months had passed after Jim's death when Chris, a friend from her ghost-hunting days, first approached her with his new "memorial bot," a brand new program that could communicate utilizing various algorithms; that could text and talk via phone and computer. But there were unexplained glitches; ghosts in the machine, he called them. He wanted her professional opinion as a psychic...Were they really ghosts? Knowing that Chris's dream was robotics, she wondered if he could take it a step further into a realm known only to science fiction? What if he could successfully create an android? What if he could create it so that it looked like Jim? What if he could make it sound like him...move like him...behave like him...Be like him? In every way possible...The perfect lure to attract the greedy Demon King. An original story about a love lost and a love reinvented...Like an amazing dream we sometimes wish to continue once we awaken, perhaps best left up to chance? Or not at all... Hannah is a young woman born of Amish ancestry with a secret. A secret so volatile that her entire family would be ousted or worse and to top it off, the souls of all of humanity hang in the balance. Free will's a bitch.
The Corruption Within Us by Seth189
28 parts Ongoing Mature
WARNING: this book includes blood, manipulation, cursing, and mature topics (not smut please don't think that). Feel free to click off if any of these make you uncomfortable. ~•~ Something about it was so mysterious about this cave, and I wanted to know more. I entered the cave and saw a red crystal sealed in ice. "Woah." I whispered. The crystal glowed and the ice shattered. I jumped back and fell to the ground, watching as the ice broke completely. My eyes widened and I looked at my hands. "Did I do that?" I asked, but before I could answer, I heard a guard shout for backup as they had heard the ice shattering. I quickly jumped up and stashed the crystal in my pocket before leaving. I crept to the cave the following day, putting the crystal back into the remains of the ice pillar. As I walked away, the crystal fell, causing it to break into a million pieces. I jumped at the sudden noise and stumbled backwards, my eyes widening as a black smog formed around the crystal. "No, no, no, no! Frick." I desperately tried to grab the remains of the crystal, causing one to cut my hand. "Ow! Shit." I whispered, looking at my bleeding hand. "Tch, tch, tch, poor child." A demonic voice said. I looked up and saw that the black smog had two red eyes and a wide, sick smile that was dripping with venom. "I- who are you?" I asked, backing up. "The one who can help you out of here." It said, stretching out a hand. I looked it up and down and before I could answer, its hand plunged into my heart, causing me to scream out in pain. (Cover art by me) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!!
Pinwheels and Dandelions by cjacks1124
177 parts Complete
I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.
You may also like
Slide 1 of 9
The Street Fighter (#Wattys2014) cover
𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 [part 1 &2] (18+) cover
Scars cover
HATE TO LOVE YOU ✅ cover
The Scryer ✔️ cover
Something Mending -- VOL 1 cover
The Corruption Within Us cover
Pinwheels and Dandelions cover
River cover

The Street Fighter (#Wattys2014)

33 parts Complete

"Talk to you about it?" I asked with a dark laugh. "it's not as easy as you make it sound," "Yes, Garret! Talking! You know what that is right? It's very easy! You just open your mouth and let the words that are in your head, come out of your mouth." "It's not that simple," I fought down emotions that were building up. "Yes, it is! See, i'm doing it right now!" "No-it's not!" "Yes!" "No!" "Yes! just talk, dang it!-" "You just expect it to be easy to talk about my dead parents?! About how guilty I feel for not visiting their grave for the past 11 years?! I didn't even realize how long it's been, I had pretty much forgotten about them for 11 years! Do you know what kind of guilt is eating at me right now!" I shouted in angst, my hands grabbing at the clothes on top of my head and pushing it into myself, wanting to just be shielded away from everything I was feeling, guilt, sadness, from thinking about more people I've lost in my life. Before I could even react, Keeley's tiny arms wrapped themselves around my torso. ~ 
Garret had a difficult life. His parent's died when he was 10, and he got moved around for 4 year's in foster care. He finally find's a home where he feels like he's family, He has a mom, dad and a brother. 4 years later things happen and everything start's to go wrong. People die and people you thought you knew show a whole different side. Garret finds himself distancing from everybody. Because if he's not close to anybody, they cant get hurt. Right? 
One day while at a fight he runs into Keeley, who is a spirited and confident little fireball. when they met it left an impression on Garret, soon he finds himself wanting to know her more. and soon, he find's himself falling for her. 
Everyone Garret's ever loved has died, has gotten hurt, or stabbed him in the back.will he be able to trust her enough to let her close,or push her away to keep them both from getting hurt? © 2013