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Pyro
Let me tell you my story, the one about how I died. Don't worry, though. I came back. They say when someone shares their story, they're sharing their burden. Seeking someone to help carry the weight that bends their shoulders, hoping their troubles will float away like helium balloons into the endless sky. Your silence becomes their sanctuary, a vacuum they fill with dust-covered memories. If you speak, do it gently - a nod, a smile, the ghost of a touch on their shoulder. But my story? It's different. It carved its path because trust becomes a luxury I could no longer afford. How could it not, when the one person who swore to never betray me did exactly that? The one who promised never to hurt me, broke me. The one who vowed to stay, walked away. So tell me, why trust anyone else when the person I trusted the most killed me in every way but physical? Until they managed that too. They say the most dangerous predators are the ones who look like prey. I learned this truth through split knuckles and shattered promises, through blood on my tongue and threats whispered against skin. Through playing weak while gathering my strength in darkness. Now I watch him, this self-proclaimed hunter in his own game. He doesn't see he's just another piece being moved across someone else's board. The mafia's golden prince, they whisper. If only they knew what lurks beneath that polished veneer. What dances behind those eyes that mirror the shadows I know so well. But shadows? They're born from fire. And somewhere out there, someone's striking matches, leaving black roses on cooling ashes, drawing closer with every corpse that falls. They call him Pyro. And when that name drops in a room. Well, let's just say I'm not the only one with secrets worth killing for. Some demons wear designer suits. Some victims wear crowns. And some fires are worth burning for. Welcome to the game. Trust no one. Not even me.
Wish (COMPLETE)
A Wish Everyone has a wish Even a man who we thought has no more humanity left in him He who we told our children to stay away from He who became a nightmare in everyone's dreams that has encounter him He who we run and scream to get away from to find safety He who brings terror into people's eyes before they die by his hands He too has a wish. - Forgive me for there are a bunch of mistakes in this book. Other than that, Enjoy :) Also, this is the first time I'm doing this. First book. Haha. There a bunch of "heat" moment in here. Ps. I'll be updating my book, fixing my words correctly little by little. (The book cover/picture is not owned by me)Complete
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Carlo : Ti salveró amore mio
Book two of Carlo. I think I've figured out why I always dwell on the pain so much; because unlike the happy moments, which are few in itself, the suffering leaves scars that make it hard to forget the pain. They serve as reminders you're forced to look at every single day. ------- Trigger warnings: - Self Harm - Rape / forceful behaviour - Eating Disorder - Hospitals - Trauma - Abuse (mentally and physically) - Violence ------- Some of the different languages might be rubbish because I got most of them off google. Please don't use my story, and copy it. *edited*Complete
Alone With You
"Alone With You" ⚠WARNING⚠ • I started this when I was 12/13 so beware of grammar, spelling, etc. • Takes a weird turn somewhere in the story, so watch out • Self-harm • AbuseComplete![Lucid dreamer [Dark Dreams]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/366737039-256-k632044.jpg)
Lucid dreamer [Dark Dreams]
Their is no need of that power that fears everyone in my kingdom, i failed to protect that only person who was more than anything. I mean it when I say anything. I failed to protect you I'm an loser I'm the powerless person that doesn't have left anything without you. My life ends when you were laying their breathless and i can't save you...
Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan
I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".Complete
CALLA
My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".Complete
Obsession With You
I woke up from my sleep and saw him looking at me with only one emotion that is pure hatred. I am already used to everyone's hate for me. I saw him coming towards me. "Here is the divorce papers as I have already told you I am marrying you for one year which is complete now." he said without any emotions on his face. "So sign the papers get lost from my life and everyone's life and never come again and if you want you can die because I don't care about a killer." he said and went out of the room. And from that moment my life took at 360°turn which nobody could ever thought. What will happen when everyone misunderstood a girl for something which she never did? And when they get to know the truth it is already very late. Because she has left them and nobody knows where she is or whether she is alive or not. This is my first story and English is not my first language. I will try not to disappoint you guys.
MY YNIEE (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。
About Jungkook: He married Y/N only because of his grandfather He doesn't like her, but he still cares about her He wants a divorce, but Y/N refuses To force her to agree, he does things she hates.... About yn : She loves Jungkook because his face is the reason she is still alive She hates it when he spends time with other women But she stays silent because if she disobeys him, he might divorce her Their marriage is a contract marriage. Even after one month, nothing has changed between them. #cheating #murder #abuse #jjk #reader...Complete
Let me tell you my story, the one about how I died. Don't worry, though. I came back. They say when someone shares their story, they're sharing their burden. Seeking someone to help carry the weight that bends their shoulders, hoping their troubles will float away like helium balloons into the endless sky. Your silence becomes their sanctuary, a vacuum they fill with dust-covered memories. If you speak, do it gently - a nod, a smile, the ghost of a touch on their shoulder. But my story? It's different. It carved its path because trust becomes a luxury I could no longer afford. How could it not, when the one person who swore to never betray me did exactly that? The one who promised never to hurt me, broke me. The one who vowed to stay, walked away. So tell me, why trust anyone else when the person I trusted the most killed me in every way but physical? Until they managed that too. They say the most dangerous predators are the ones who look like prey. I learned this truth through split knuckles and shattered promises, through blood on my tongue and threats whispered against skin. Through playing weak while gathering my strength in darkness. Now I watch him, this self-proclaimed hunter in his own game. He doesn't see he's just another piece being moved across someone else's board. The mafia's golden prince, they whisper. If only they knew what lurks beneath that polished veneer. What dances behind those eyes that mirror the shadows I know so well. But shadows? They're born from fire. And somewhere out there, someone's striking matches, leaving black roses on cooling ashes, drawing closer with every corpse that falls. They call him Pyro. And when that name drops in a room. Well, let's just say I'm not the only one with secrets worth killing for. Some demons wear designer suits. Some victims wear crowns. And some fires are worth burning for. Welcome to the game. Trust no one. Not even me.
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