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Blood Crown

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She stared at the flower like it was the first time she had seen a flower. It's petals vibrant and full of life, much like she had been all those years ago. 

"You are damaged inside." The witch said, that was true. She was damaged inside and out. Her skin was littered with scars, some of them so small only she knew they were there, but still they marred her skin all the same. As did the damage inside of her. "You are damaged, but you are the only hope we have left."

Hope was the most deadly thing one could possess. Hope was the most painful killer.

"I know." So she would fight for a world that was not hers, for the people that were not hers, but she would do it for the innocent, the broken and damned. 

She would fight for the people who had done this to her.All Rights Reserved

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This is my truth by KristinaFigolah

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.

Something blossoming by DivineCinn

(UNEDITED) Him: And she had me then, tangled in her integrate web, I wanted to find out more about her, everything about her. Thaw the iced glaze over her eyes, melt to cold walls around her with my touch, my attention. Her: I could see the sunshine though the water like an oil painting. Breathtaking. I reached my arm up, as if to touch it, only to meet more water. I frowned. Staying there till my lungs burned, how easy would it be. To just stay here, at the bottom of this creek. Staring at the oil painted sun until my body finally gave up trying to find air. I would just drift away with the water. No one here. No one was around. How peaceful. How fitting to end my violent story with the soft ripples of this creek. -------------------------- Mature themes Both broken. Both with dark pasts. Can they overcome the demons together? None of the photos are mine. #3 bodyguard 2/8/2023

The Touch of Salvation by JuliannaWrights

It was on the 500th century of hell that I saw my salvation. He had walked in with a devilish smirk and sharp features. He had walked into my hell...My only goal was to get him out...To make sure he got out safely. The only caveat is, I made him hate me. The things I did to survive are things he can never forgive. And now I am forced to partner with him to ensure the survival of his kingdom and mine. - As the Regent of House Dae within the faerie realm, Adalind made a choice three years ago. That choice kept the people she loved safe and caused her the affection of her mate. She could live with that choice. It's not until her kingdom and her mate's kingdom are forced into a partnership that she has to face painful realties. Perhaps she truly was too broken to be fixed. Perhaps no one could love her and her scars. He has been given many names. The Lord of Shadows. The Shadowbringer. The Broken. All appropriate for the Beta that wields the shadows. After watching his mate murder a child and attack his lands, Goliath has grown cold and closed off to everyone around him, even his dearest friends. He's thrown himself into dangerous missions to forget the face of his true mate. He leaves his kingdom often to forget the face of the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. But he cannot forgive her. He is resolved to live a mateless life. He is resolved to let go of his fae Queen. But his duty calls to work with her kingdom. The safety of his people requires it. He grows to realize that maybe all is not quite what it seem and maybe the person we have to become to survive is not the same as the person we truly are. - They call him Goliath. They call him The Lord of Shadows. They call him The Broken. They call me Adalyndra. They call me The Dragondaughter. They call me the Mother of the Sun. BOOK II OF THE TOUCH OF DEMISE SERIES

The Rose & The Hat [Rose The Hat/Female Reader Oc] [Doctor Sleep] by _w_i_c_k_e_d_

You were a child when you first saw her; that woman. You didn't know that you would see her again, and again... you didn't know who she was; what she was. Neither did you know all the darkness she would bring, nor all the pleasure, nor all the warmth...

Xavier's Trysta |18+|✔️ by CherieWinx

Mafia Dark Romance : ••••••••• she looked back and saw him coming towards her with red blood shoot eyes. She didn't even blink her eyes when he was standing in front of her with her small body pressed to his hard muscular one. A gasp escaped her mouth when he hold the back of her neck and pulled her impossibly closer to him. "Say no to this wedding." He whispered near her lips in a dangerous calm voice. Being scared out of her wits, she shooked her head negatively making his hold more tighter on her waist and nape and pulling her so close that she have to stand on her toe. "I will make your life living hell kitten." He whispered as his lips kept touching hers lightly. "I-I wo-won't." She whispered as tears perked in her eyes. He didnt said anything and kept looking intensily in her eyes. He knew that she isn't even breathing becoz of their proximity and he liked his effects on her. "Be ready then. Just remember you are the one who kept herself in this position. Now there is no going back." Saying this he kissed the corner of her mouth and left her nape. ••••••••••••••• She is cold. He is a burning fire. She is Innocent as dove. He is clever as a fox. She is an adopted. He is the heir. She is the beauty. He is the beast. She is scared of him. He is pissed of her. She loves everyone. He doesn't do love. She submits to everyone. He dominates everyone. Sparks will definitely arise when these two opposite soul will get tangle with each other. What will happen when the ruthless mafia meet an Innocent girl.

The Gifts of Mortality by eleanorkennedy14

The gods have no pity for humans and their impermanence. Why would they care for lives measured in years, when time marches on into millennia for them? The immortals stay in their city. The humans remain in their parts of the world. What was once separate clashes together. A human terrorist group gains control over the Goddess of Death, forcing her to kill their enemies and increase their power. All immortals, even Death's sister, keep their backs turned on humanity, except Samil, the God of Festivals and the Arts. Samil knows he isn't very powerful among his kind. Yet, when he learns that the humans desperately need the immortals' help, he chooses to do a deceptively simple thing: Help them.

Game of the Gods (Ongoing) by Mind_of_The_Odd

I never thought that I'd become anything in life. All I wanted was to be normal, to do normal things, live a normal life....and yet, somehow through a series of unfortunate events I landed in a game of life or death. Go me! What was simple fun to the god's would test me beyond mortal strength. Every contest would be more brutal than the previous. Every thought I had could be turned against me. Was it worth it to try and survive? Was it possible to make bonds that transcended anything I thought possible? Was it worth it to try and continue living as a mortal or was I simply so much more than I thought.

Death's Embrace [Link x Reader] by XxInsanity9870xX

✥ W h e n t h e r e i s l i f e , t h e r e i s d e a t h ✥ - UNDER EDITING - It was back then at the time of the Goddesses when she was born. Death, it's an inviting word that everyone tends to avoid. To accept it is nothing but a fleeting dream for you, no one dared to embrace it. Foolish, foolish Hylians. They think so badly of it. When underlying hatred filled a certain Hylian, Darkness was created. Whoever thought that the Darkness had a past? That someone was no one else but you. When you got bored, however. You decided to have a little fun. You are a manifestation of hatred, pain, and evil. You are an entity incapable of feeling sorrow, nor joy. And most of all, love. But when you struck a wrong move, a certain man got involved in your schemes. You didn't expect it to happen. Not at all. (Link x Reader)

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This is my truth

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.