She's Got a Ace up Her Sleeve
- LECTURAS 18
- Votos 0
- Partes 4
Continúa32m
Última publicación dom, oct 17, 2021
A man had fallen asleep happily with his life. However, someone, or more accurately, something had visited him in his dreams and is after him.
WARNING!: This has been written on my mobile
Special thanks to the user thatanimeprofile
Todos los derechos reservados
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Quizás también te guste
Loving Ethan
BEING EDITED: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Part 2 of Werewolf Series SEQUEL TO IKER's MAN: Ethan De Russe is a lone wolf. He left his pack following betrayal from his own family. He never wanted to return but he still had his ties. Now, he was a vigilante. They called him dark death, known for his inclination to kill rogues and violent hunters. He was the leader of lone wolfs. They were not a pack, for they were sure they would never belong. Ethan never thought he would meet his mate. When he did meet him, he couldn't care less for those innocent eyes and hopeful face. Atrey saw his brothers build their lives and wished that he too would find his mate. Hoping for a fairy tale bonding and prince charming, Atrey was not ready for the reality that came stomping into his life. They say the devil who bedded him doesn't have a heart. He made the heart beats his lullaby. Come hell or high water, he was determined to make the devil his. He will not give up and will make the man smile even if it killed him. He was going to make a fairy tale out of the darkness that has become his life. Who will win this battle of love and indifference? SEQUELConcluida
His Pretty little nightmare
It was just a normal I was playing video games when I fell asleep and had these weird dreams but they ended coming true and it's got a certain killer involved who's been following me around and maybe becomes more then a friend Read to find out moreConcluida
A Healed Heart. (A mans love book 1)
Of course, it was the car crash that ended the life of my love. Of course, it was the emotional barriers that prevented me from moving on. Of course, it was my life of abuse the kept me from being truly happy. ...until he showed up. He presented himself to me unexpectedly and with so much assurance that it was hard to tell whether or not this was real. What if it's a trick, a prank? I thought I couldn't trust him. But then something changed... I began to look forward to him, I began to see, I began to trust, and my heart began to heal.Concluida
In Shadows of Night
I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.Concluida
Painted in Fate
Synopsis (Babe's POV) They say dreams are just reflections of your subconscious-fleeting images that disappear when you wake up. But what if the man in your dreams isn't just a figment of your imagination? What if he feels... real? My name is Babe Tanatat. I'm an artist, and I've been haunted by a man I've never met. Every night, I see his face-handsome, mysterious, and somehow familiar. He doesn't belong in this world, yet I can't stop painting him. My studio is filled with his portraits, and with each brushstroke, I feel like I'm getting closer to something I can't explain. It started as a curiosity, but now it's becoming an obsession. When he spoke to me in a dream, I knew there was more to this than I wanted to believe. Am I losing my mind, or is there a deeper connection pulling me toward him? The closer I get, the more intense it becomes. The line between reality and dreams is blurring, and I'm beginning to think this man might not just live in my dreams. But if he's real, why does it hurt so much to see him? Why do I feel like I've known him-loved him-before? The answers are out there, somewhere between this world and the one in my dreams. And I'm going to find them... no matter what it takes. Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction inspired by my favorite on-screen couple(or real life 😉), Billy Patchanon and Babe Tanatat. While the characters are fictionalized versions based on these actors, all events, settings, and storylines in this novel are original and created for entertainment purposes. This story is not affiliated with or endorsed by the actors or any official entities. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.Concluida
Thomas, I Love You
14+ COMPLETED!! romantic short story "Loni, please." His voice is so gentle and so longing, I weaken. Swallowing, I finally dare meet his gaze. My fear of disappointment vanishes. "Please say something." "You made me feel special and loved one minute and the next I don't even know if you're alive." "I..I just really needed time and space to figure out you and me and us. " He gently strokes my arm and feel myself weakening by every touch. Right now, I want him more than ever. "Have you gotten it all figured out?" I ask him breathlessly. "Not all of it, but I couldn't stand another second away from you." "Good answer." I lean in and our lips touch. I've missed this, I've missed him. The past weeks have been so confusing for me. Thomas suddenly stopped calling and texting me. He wouldn't answer my calls and texts. I felt used and stupid. Like maybe Steven was right. What was I thinking? I was never really good enough for him. But right now, I know Thomas means what he said. "You wanna get out of here?"Thomas whispers breathlessly, our foreheads leaning on each other. There's something sexy in his voice, something edgy. "Yes, please." (In the editing process :D)hConcluida
2.3 | Saving Amber ✔️
"I don't know who I am anymore," I whispered, staring into the distance sadly. I was fed up with feeling like this. I was like a lost puppy who couldn't navigate its way back home. It was pathetic. I didn't even know if I had a home anymore. Would my life always be like this? Would I ever feel content? Safe? His gorgeous amber eyes softened in sympathy. It was almost as if he hated seeing me like this. But why? Why did he care? He didn't even know me. "I do," He said, determinedly. "Give me a chance and I will show you." *** They say love can survive anything but can it survive this?Concluida
Conversations ✔
"You got in an accident." He began. "I know." Then he took her hand, "I may not be real. I hope I am but there is a good chance that I am not." And again, she sighed. "I know." A figment of her imagination, is what they call him. But what if he is real? These are piles of conversations that never happened. Except in the mind of a writer and eventually in that of a reader.Concluida
The Mate of A Vampire
The man looked me up and down, his red eyes staring through me."You... Are a werewolf." "So I've noticed" The man scowled, his lips pulling back revealing the sharp fangs nestled between his teeth. I stepped back, startled by the sudden conclusion that formed in my head. Vampire. "Thank you for the clarification, wolf. But I don't need a 'mate.' Especially not a werewolf one." My fear disappeared, and I frowned, anger filling my mind. "What's wrong with being a werewolf, Dracula?" The man turned, marching towards me until we were face to face. My heart skipped a beat as he glared at me, both fear and lust being the cause. "Let me make one thing clear. We are not mates, and never will be. Vampires are a highly respected society, and a proud people. I will not stoop so low as to 'mate' with a stupid wolf, just because he says we're 'destined to.' Let alone a male wolf." With that, he disappeared into the woods, leaving me alone.Concluida
Flower Steps
Something came to Gisselle, when she suddenly crashed into a car while driving, a guy was there, helping her and trying to heal her. She felt something in her hand, she could smell it. She had a flower held in her hand. "Keep it safe, you might need it for luck." The guy's voice was low and mysterious. "What for?" I said, my head felt unconscious and light headed, I felt like I don't remember anything and wanted to throw up because of being light headed. The guy hasn't respond, but I got up to the door and deciding that if I should go home or go to school in the middle of the day. A hand held my wrist, still holding the flower that was in my hand. "Not yet, I'm not done. You have a major bruise on your head, I'll get you some ice." I didn't want ice, I felt like I wanted to go home, but I stayed for a while because I don't know where had my car go or where to exit. How did I get here? What happened? Why am I here? I needed answers, but I guess I'll save it for the last.Concluida
BEING EDITED: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK Part 2 of Werewolf Series SEQUEL TO IKER's MAN: Ethan De Russe is a lone wolf. He left his pack following betrayal from his own family. He never wanted to return but he still had his ties. Now, he was a vigilante. They called him dark death, known for his inclination to kill rogues and violent hunters. He was the leader of lone wolfs. They were not a pack, for they were sure they would never belong. Ethan never thought he would meet his mate. When he did meet him, he couldn't care less for those innocent eyes and hopeful face. Atrey saw his brothers build their lives and wished that he too would find his mate. Hoping for a fairy tale bonding and prince charming, Atrey was not ready for the reality that came stomping into his life. They say the devil who bedded him doesn't have a heart. He made the heart beats his lullaby. Come hell or high water, he was determined to make the devil his. He will not give up and will make the man smile even if it killed him. He was going to make a fairy tale out of the darkness that has become his life. Who will win this battle of love and indifference? SEQUEL
Más detallesPautas de Contenido