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❝ What do you really want in life? ❞ The words were barely audible, as if I weren't meant to hear them. I shifted my gaze and looked into his deep brown-almost black eyes that sparkled beautifully in the three am moonlight. 

❝ All I ever used to want was acceptance, but now I realise that people's thoughts and opinions don't matter as long as you're happy. Now all I really want is you. ❞


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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 by ms_serene_

His world was filled with darkness, so much that it was impossible for someone to even look into his eyes. That night when I met him in the rain, darkness all around, I did not know what his eyes held. I was in an illusion from the beginning, the mirage that he was my knight in shining armor, when he was the devil of my desires. Now, when I have realized who he really is, I have decided to escape him. For obvious reasons, I decided to run and run to escape the darkness. But every time I try, my hopes get crushed by those black hawk eyes, somehow those eyes, his eyes that hold the depth of deep black, dark oceans meet my very own brown eyes and again I am trapped in his world full of darkness. I am an escapist and he is my prisoner. I want to leave while he has chained me to himself. My hopes are all under the pool of darkness, where my heart beats at an unknown pace. Indian FMC X Italian MMC

Mystery Diary (DISCONTINUED) by masra112

Ok started this in 2017, it's currently 2019 and I'm not the same person who wrote this, my style is completely different and so are my opinions and personality, I apologise if u want to read this but I like to keep it up on here as a memory of who I was. Elle Gordy. That's me. Plain old Elle Gordy. I was completely happy and content with my life. That's what everyone thought. No one knew how I hated almost every day in the year. There's more to me than what meets the eye. No one knew that I was thriving for something interesting to happen in my life. Everyone saw me as a straight A student who never did anything wrong. Because everyone saw me as that person I could never be anything else. Until something changed everything. Something gave me a chance to be myself. And this is how it all happened.

Electrify by maelanoe

"Aeryn? Why would I want to leave you?" "Because," I began, "Maybe- no, definitely -you'll see me for the weak, selfish person I truly am." I said shakily, giving a soft but depressing chuckle. He stared right at me. Through my front. "You're right. I see you- But I see you for the Primrose you are, Aeryn, and I don't care if you're happiest in the dark, as long as I'm right beside you, just to see you bloom." And there was oxygen in the darkness again. -------------------------------------------------------

The Innocence Of It by mia_mayne

Poppy Collins is now a reminder of all the things I'm starting to dislike about myself. However, lately I've become fascinated by her beautiful blonde hair, it's colour, texture, length, waves, everything. Poppy never has to worry about her hair shrinking when she washes it, she never needs to worry about her hair looking shorter than it actually is because her hair isn't kinky. A few moments ago Poppy walked right passed me, the wind blew through her hair and I got a whiff of her coconut scented hair and then, all of a sudden, all these millions of thoughts I've been suppressing in my head sprung up. Poppy didn't look my way or notice me as she walked towards the department of psychiatry building, I don't think she even knew I was standing right next to her but even if she did, I doubt she would have cared at all.

I Fell in Love with a Bad Boy by Beautiful_Tragedy8

CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014

Loving The Wrong Guy I ✔ by apricotlove

His eyes had started to see me differently. That desire I saw on his eyes on the lift scared me a bit though. I never noticed the blackness of his eyes. Black is a rare color. He had the rare colored eye which shone at moments like when we kissed. And it was starting to drown me in them. But when my head processed to what I was getting into, I pushed him away. Black means danger. It signifies negative connotations. Death. Mystery. Darkness is black. I fear the darkness. Daylight brings life. Black is death. But my thoughts changed the next moment. The shine on his eyes forced me not to see this part. After Darkness daylight peeks from my window. After each nightly the hope of best next day. After night you wake up fresh, to carry out a new day.

Souls Apart by cherryconversations

"..his midnight raven hair and dark eyes remind me of danger; like the drugs my mother warned me about. but he is all i want. so let me bleed if I have to, for the crimson on my skin and the ghost of my past cannot separate me from him. my soul chose his and it cannot forget that." ~~~*~~~ for what's meant be, finds it's way back.

SAUDADE by Tjasii

A boy. A boy like any other. But not for me. It was the way his eyes captured the whole world just by looking at me. Me, a normal girl. I wondered how could that be. But yet again I couldn't be happier. Because for once in my life I'm tragically not the one who loves more.

Saving Her by luvvmoixoxo

When good meets bad, happy meets grumpy and lights meets dark. SOFIA BROWN was 16 when her life changed for the worse. or maybe her life had always been this bad and this was just her breaking point? After her and her mom going through a traumatic experience in England, she was forced to move to America to start a new life. She was a good girl, a smart girl and a kind girl but one look at her made her peers laugh, kids scared, and her elders pity her. And it was all because of the ugly scar across her face. But what happens when a group of boys at school get introduced to her and think she's cool. And one that thinks she's way more than cool... XAVIER PARKSON was the 'bad boy' at Westbrook high school. People feared him and girls loved him. He was outgoing, loud and pissed of all his teachers. He had 4 friends that all knew why he was so easily angered. But is what you see on the outside really everything there is to a person. The last thing he expected is for some British girl, with a scar slash across her face, to change his life... but the more he gets to know her he realises, she's not all sunshine's and rainbow... she's sad and just doesn't want people to realise A/N this is a very clique story so don't judge and also if you have nothing nice to say don't say anything at all.

Gentry's Chance by BrookeDittmar93

I'm excited for this one! As I'm watching her being laid to rest, it occurs to me that I know less about life than I do about death. She's gone, and I'm still here. If she wanted anything, she wanted me to live, but as long as I'm here, I'm not living. Life is fragile, or so I've heard. Ashes to ashes dust to dust. If I'm going to live at all starting over is a must. Some are gone, but some are still here. I need to get out of here to somewhere I can trust. I've got little too lose and much to gain. No matter what anyone thinks, I'm not to blame. So fuck it. What is the worst that could happen? I'm going to pack my bags and see what happens. It's completely worth taking my chances. ~ Anonymous ~

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

His world was filled with darkness, so much that it was impossible for someone to even look into his eyes. That night when I met him in the rain, darkness all around, I did not know what his eyes held. I was in an illusion from the beginning, the mirage that he was my knight in shining armor, when he was the devil of my desires. Now, when I have realized who he really is, I have decided to escape him. For obvious reasons, I decided to run and run to escape the darkness. But every time I try, my hopes get crushed by those black hawk eyes, somehow those eyes, his eyes that hold the depth of deep black, dark oceans meet my very own brown eyes and again I am trapped in his world full of darkness. I am an escapist and he is my prisoner. I want to leave while he has chained me to himself. My hopes are all under the pool of darkness, where my heart beats at an unknown pace. Indian FMC X Italian MMC