Mes Aléas
- LECTURAS 129
- Votos 12
- Partes 8
Etiquetasaleas
J'ai pris ce soir une décision :
Reprendre le flambeau
Reprendre ma plume
Publier mes mots.
Toi qui ne seras plus là bientôt,
J'avais peur que tu me lise.
Je te copie, en quelque sorte ;
Saches que je ne veux pas que mes mots te fragilisent.
J'ai pris l'habitude d'écrire des lettres
Dont les destinataires n'auraient pas conscience
Tout du moins le temps de ma vie.
Tu en fais partie.
Vois-tu, j'ai depuis quelques temps
Un drôle de pressentiment.
Et comme je n'ai pas mon diplôme de divination,
L'avenir m'est aussi mystérieux qu'à toi...
Je te souhaite la Bienvenue
Dans le labyrinthe de mes pensées.
Tu risque d'y voir plusieurs personnalités ;
C'est le danger, lorsque je me dévoile...
Bienvenue dans mes aléas
Dans mon année de Terminale !
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rose in the desert
I will write my future story in bilingual. I want to force myself to be the person I like. I don't care if other people like me, I just care if they like me. After days of hesitation, I finally settled on the name, and I sat on the toilet thinking about the script God had sent me... I can't wait to read the script God sends me and I can't wait to finish it. After writing it, the English audio reading was wonderful. I burst into tears as I listened, and burst into tears as I finished writing. This is very interesting. I always touch myself again and again, always write dreams in my dreams. Whose life is not a dream? I am an affectionate and tragic person, and I love this world deeply. Love so deeply, so seriously. God often gives me so much information that my brain feels like it's going to explode and I'm going crazy. I can understand what Vincent van Gogh was doing in the wheat field. When you see everything in the world, dear, you don't care about anything anymore. You only live for your own happiness. People start to distance themselves from you and you become more and more lonely. God, I ask you again and again, why am I stuck in the desert? I want you to answer me, once is not enough, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is not enough, a thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough! 2025/1/5
Rich Kids
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The Revelation
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𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth person. What happens when 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 wants to claim 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 as his but she straight away rejects him? ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ "Y-you..." The word died on my tongue. I froze, my muscles turning to absolute stone as my lungs struggled to draw air. This was a nightmare. The walls I had spent months building to hide our tracks collapsed in a heartbeat. How did he find us? My body violently flinched when Elliott laughed. It was a deep, low baritone that vibrated through the floorboards of the plane and struck a chord of primal terror in my chest. My back collided with Levi's chest behind me as I stumbled back. It was over. The realisation made my blood turn to ice. He had found me and I was entirely at his mercy now. "I am deeply wounded by your reaction, my love. Truly, why are you so afraid?" Elliott uncoiled from his seat with a slow, predatory grace. He stood at his full, imposing height, casually smoothing the lapels of his charcoal black suit. An amused half-smile played on his lips that didn't reach the absolute void of his emerald eyes. "I haven't even started with you yet." He murmured, his voice dropping into a dark warning as he stepped out from behind the seat, closing the distance between us. "Save those pretty tears for later, hm? You are going to need them." ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ #1 in Captive #2 in CEO #2 in Forcedlove #2 in Italian #2 in Mafiaboss #2 in Character development #3 in Darkromance #3 in Fear #3 in Panicattacks #4 in Manipulation #4 in Plottwist #7 in Billiona
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