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A Deal Worth Loving
Trust is a luxury I can no longer afford. After being cast aside like a broken toy by the very people who were supposed to protect me, I learned that betrayal carries a specific, agonizing sting. It's one thing to be deceived by a stranger, but it's another entirely when the knife is twisted by your own blood. My parents didn't just turn away; they chose my ex's calculated lies over my jagged truth, leaving me with nothing but my own grit and the cold realization that I was truly alone. To survive, I had to die-at least, the version of me they knew had to. I shed my old skin, burying the girl who sought approval, and dawned a new persona built of iron and silence. I moved through the world like a ghost, rebuilding my life brick by brick in a city that didn't know my name. I thought isolation was my armor. I thought that if I never let anyone in, I could never be hurt again. But as I carved out my new existence, I discovered I wasn't the only one moving through the shadows. In the midst of my reinvention, I crossed paths with someone who mirrored my own haunted depths. Falling in love was never part of the plan; it was a complication I didn't want and a vulnerability I feared. Yet, as we navigated the wreckage of our pasts, I realized we were both being hunted by the same ghosts. In the quiet spaces between our shared betrayals, a different kind of deal emerged-one not made of money or spite, but of survival and soul. We found that while the world is full of people ready to break you, there is something worth fighting for in the wreckage. Together, we aren't just survivors; we are a storm.Завершенная история
if my imagination can be reality
I was a regular factory worker, completely bored with work and with life. I got through these days relying on my imagination and lots of porn to keep life interesting. I had no idea how interesting it could truly get with extremely hot and sexual girls appearing out of thin air, though it was a bonus they were not normal. The characters and creatures I had created somehow became real and started invading my reality. And that isn't even the only thing about me that has changed. Things would never be the same. who would have guessed having sex with all my creations would give me the power to live as a different versions of myself in alternate universe. (Season 1 complete) (Season 2) [If this book hits 1000 reads, then I'll began working on two]Завершенная история
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"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. "𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐈'𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭." 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐩. ••• 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.Завершенная история
WRITTEN TO BE HIS
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The Fallen
A young girl decides she doesn't want to live the life that others had chosen for her, so she changes to better fit her style. Veronica enlists into the military and finds out the hard way; to protect the ones she cares about she will have to make hard decisions and trade her life in exchange. Will she lay down her life for her country?Завершенная история
The One Shot Series Volume Two!
a series of short stories and request...Завершенная история
Trust is a luxury I can no longer afford. After being cast aside like a broken toy by the very people who were supposed to protect me, I learned that betrayal carries a specific, agonizing sting. It's one thing to be deceived by a stranger, but it's another entirely when the knife is twisted by your own blood. My parents didn't just turn away; they chose my ex's calculated lies over my jagged truth, leaving me with nothing but my own grit and the cold realization that I was truly alone. To survive, I had to die-at least, the version of me they knew had to. I shed my old skin, burying the girl who sought approval, and dawned a new persona built of iron and silence. I moved through the world like a ghost, rebuilding my life brick by brick in a city that didn't know my name. I thought isolation was my armor. I thought that if I never let anyone in, I could never be hurt again. But as I carved out my new existence, I discovered I wasn't the only one moving through the shadows. In the midst of my reinvention, I crossed paths with someone who mirrored my own haunted depths. Falling in love was never part of the plan; it was a complication I didn't want and a vulnerability I feared. Yet, as we navigated the wreckage of our pasts, I realized we were both being hunted by the same ghosts. In the quiet spaces between our shared betrayals, a different kind of deal emerged-one not made of money or spite, but of survival and soul. We found that while the world is full of people ready to break you, there is something worth fighting for in the wreckage. Together, we aren't just survivors; we are a storm.
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