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Taming Red

LECTURES 2,325
Votes 160
Chapitres 34
Durée 4h 44m

LECTURES 2,325
Votes 160
Chapitres 34
Durée 4h 44m

Contenu pour adultes

band bestfriends eirambsh enemiestolovers friendstolovers friendswithbenefits highschoolsweethearts humor love lovestory lovetriangle r18 romance schoolromance spg taglish

[R-18 - written years ago, a draft that I decided to publish; bear with errors. xoxo]

Red, named after a color they said, I say it's a symbol of war, like the chaos in my head.

I always find my name boring, but I liked the fact that my Mom thought of Love while naming me, or maybe it's just her excuse 'cause she couldn't think of anything else.

Red could also mean anger and aggression, yet honestly, I wonder when will I ever associate Red with passion and Love.

Maybe soon...or maybe never. 

Probably when someone learned the perfect palette of actions, on how I'll be tamed.Tous Droits Réservés

band bestfriends eirambsh enemiestolovers friendstolovers friendswithbenefits highschoolsweethearts humor love lovestory lovetriangle r18 romance schoolromance spg taglish

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Heavenly Sin (EDITING), écrit par IMAWRITESSS

"I could kill you," he grins holding the gun to my temple. "I wouldn't be scared," I reminded him. He trails the gun under my chin lifting it, allowing me to look him in the eyes. "No one would know you were murdered by me," he continues making me smile. "I think I might have a gun kink;" I tell him while holding eye contact. "Fuck," he mutters as he smashes his lip onto mine, •••• The crimson colour pools beneath me as I let him twist the dagger that had been living in my heart since the day we had met. Sometimes we settle for the love we think we deserve only because are parents didn't portray it better therefore we think the bare minimum is over the top. ••••

the captured red hibiscus flower (editing), écrit par unstopableturtle

"Do you know what a hibiscus flower means? Seize the opportunity. Rare beauty. Delicate beauty. Inspired by love. It lasts only one day though, then wilts. And the color Red symbolizes passion, courage, action, spontaneity, and impulsiveness." at seven years old my daddy left. and my mom abandoned me and my brother alone in the cold. finally we found peace and happiness once again at an orphanage years later, and we worse off than we started, sucked into an abusive environment that seems like is here to stay. Can true love save me?! ------------------------------------------------------------

|| 𝑺𝑨 𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑼𝑹 𝑫É𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑬 || , écrit par Zoejennie

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 20 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙢𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧. 𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙥 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙪𝙞𝙨 𝙖 27 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙪𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝙏𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 '𝙨𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙧 𝙙é𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 ____________________________________

MAD LOVE, écrit par julia_dia

Have you ever encountered mad love? No, not the kind with butterflies in your belly and a sweet thrill, or even the relationship between two loving hearts. This love is different - it's a poison, it destroys life. What should you do if the past does not let go? Where can you hide from feelings bordering on mental illness? How do you escape a man who has become your shadow? No way... It's impossible to escape. It's impossible to hide. Living with it is unbearable. "You won't be happy with anyone, I won't allow it..."

Ocean Eyes, écrit par EmmaWriting

This book is based off of a true story. It is a collection of memories of all of the people that I have ever fallen in love with. It will include thoughts and feelings and so much more. I hope you read this because it is the closest that I can come to capturing the true meaning of love. WARNING: This book may contain vulgar language, sexual content, and graphic depictions of violence. Read at your own risk. TRIGGER WARNING: This book may contain sensitive subjects such as self-harm, domestic violence, homicide, depression, etc. If you feel you could be triggered by this, please do not read. Cover made on Canva.

One Soul In Two Bodies [ONESHOT], écrit par Mintiezzz

You suffer in a tragic love story, where, your athletic lover suffers an unfortunate accident. Think of it like this, you love to paint in favor of your enjoyment. What happens when someone takes all the color in the world? You simply cannot paint anymore. You cannot do what you love as you cannot find love in what you do anymore. Nevertheless, you decide to be there for them. Are you ready to challenge the red strings of fate?

The Ones we Shouldn't Love: ACT I, écrit par CLFarron1022

It starts fast-like lightning striking dry earth. What begins as a spark becomes a fire neither of them can contain. It's the kind of love that keeps you up at night, wide-eyed and breathless, not out of fear, but because you can't bear to miss a single moment. It bruises the heart in places no one sees, but never breaks it-never harms it. Just leaves fingerprints, soft and lingering. Leaving would be easier if love ever truly left. But it doesn't. It lingers in the walls, in the sheets, in the silence between words. One heart clings to memory, loving what was. The other leans into the unknown, loving what might be. And somewhere in between, love becomes a duty-an unspoken promise, heavy and unshakable. All she wants is quiet now. Not the silence of loneliness, but the stillness of peace. A place where her heart doesn't have to choose between two kinds of love-only rest in the safety of her own.

𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝟏𝟖+, écrit par eshaaaraii

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❝𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟. 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲?❞ 𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐕𝐈 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐀𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫? ────── 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧!!! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃.

Everything Has Changed, écrit par Ghost_Princess77

Rated: MA 18+ The familiarity of our small towns Main Street almost overwhelmed me. I never pictured I'd be back here since I left. Yet here I was again, 15 minutes from my childhood home in Greenwood. Although I never thought I'd be Hazel Campbell again but here I am. "I parked over here" Maddy lead me to the right where her car was parked in the guest spot. "It feels weird to have seasons again, it was always so hot in Miami" I sighed cracking my window. Even the air smelt nostalgic as the orange and brown leaves littered the streets. "I couldn't live over there, Greenwood has my heart even though ain't shit around" Maddy laughed as her phone went off. "Oh! It's Chris he asked what we're doing later!" "Chris.. Wilder? You guys keep in touch??" My jaw dropped slightly I hadn't heard that name in 9 years almost. I fidgeted with my fingers in my lap fighting the memories. I believed in the butterfly effect, I think I fell out of my destiny long ago and now I'm just being punished with a life where things will always fall apart. "Of course I do, you know we've always had tension" she laughed starting her car pulling out of the parking spot. "Please we should go! We can get the band back together!!" Except we'd be missing one person.. still I put a fake smile on my face and agreed to go. Chris wasn't the problem, his bitch ass best friend was. I guess you could say my ex bitch ass best friend. -------------- this book is rated 18+ and contains: Dark themes, dark romance, mentions of underage drinking, smoking, sex, BDSM, bad language, mentions of abuse, depression, and possibly more.

Broken, écrit par ereminaddict

I always thought that love would be constantly happy. That someone would write me love songs and stupid poems and everything they did would make my heart flutter. I thought that there was always one person you could depend on no matter what to be there for you. Someone who still cared for you despite all your flaws. Someone who could see the best and the worst of you and still think you were the greatest person in the entire world. If that was love, then something in my life must've gone horribly wrong. ~ Originally posted on ao3

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Heavenly Sin (EDITING) cover

the captured red hibiscus flower (editing) cover

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Ocean Eyes cover

One Soul In Two Bodies [ONESHOT] cover

The Ones we Shouldn't Love: ACT I cover

𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝟏𝟖+ cover

Everything Has Changed cover

Heavenly Sin (EDITING)

"I could kill you," he grins holding the gun to my temple. "I wouldn't be scared," I reminded him. He trails the gun under my chin lifting it, allowing me to look him in the eyes. "No one would know you were murdered by me," he continues making me smile. "I think I might have a gun kink;" I tell him while holding eye contact. "Fuck," he mutters as he smashes his lip onto mine, •••• The crimson colour pools beneath me as I let him twist the dagger that had been living in my heart since the day we had met. Sometimes we settle for the love we think we deserve only because are parents didn't portray it better therefore we think the bare minimum is over the top. ••••