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September 0th

MGA BUMASA 393
Mga Boto 48
Mga Parte 10
Oras 1h 11m

MGA BUMASA 393
Mga Boto 48
Mga Parte 10
Oras 1h 11m

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Silent. Still. Adjacent to the central show as always, I can feel myself blending in with the world. Like the residue of a paintbrush being dipped into water, we mix. My realm is as a liquid, warm and formless as it gently consumes all touched by it. This world envelopes all in an airless safety. Yet just like a person starved of that very air, I hunger for something beyond the vast emptiness of this place. Desire is the very first sensation known to my being and I feel like a baby being coddled by its mother as my mind frantically attempts to provide me with something that I can cling to. Thoughts that rattle on and on try desperately to aid me. Silent. Still. Colorless. Confused. Purposeless. None of the words mean anything to me. The voice desperately reciting them seems to believe they should. A jerk brings me in the correct direction.All Rights Reserved

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They Called Me a Tragedy ni ckyroe

[Currently discontinued] I lost everything before I even knew how to live. Orphaned, cast into the care of relatives who never wanted me, I learned early that the world doesn't notice when you disappear. To everyone around me, I am quiet, polite, fragile. I stay in the corners. I smile when I must. People say I'm sweet, obedient, unassuming - perhaps they are right. Perhaps they don't see the ways I watch, the choices I make in silence. I move carefully. I observe. I wait. Some doors, once opened, are better left undiscovered. They called me a tragedy. Perhaps they were right - or perhaps they never truly understood. [currently editing and uploading when suitable]

Project Revenant ni AitanaCarrie

(The sequel to The Price You Took) Cherish. The name feels distant, like an echo from another life-a soft whisper against the storm still swirling inside me. It used to mean something. It used to be me. But now, it's just a word, a fragile thread of identity that doesn't quite fit anymore. The world around me is sharp and muted all at once, the colors too vivid yet too hollow. I feel the weight of my body, the rise and fall of my chest, but it's all mechanical-like a distant observer watching through a glass pane. Every breath feels like a borrowed motion, every blink a practiced routine. And the energy... It's not a wild, untamed force anymore. It's not clawing at me, threatening to consume me. No-it's something else now. Coiled and quiet, like a predator resting just beneath my skin, waiting for a signal. It doesn't rage-it listens. It waits. I push myself upright, my movements fluid but unfamiliar, like I'm learning how to use my body for the first time. The storm within doesn't resist; it moves with me, silent but ever-present. There's a voice in the back of my mind-faint, pleading-but I can't make out the words. It feels far away. Muffled. Someone calling for her. For Cherish. But I am not her. Not anymore. I stand, the world tilting for a brief moment before steadying itself. My fingers curl and uncurl at my sides, testing their strength. The pain in my right hand is distant, almost forgotten, a phantom ache that no longer commands me.

Pathetic Envy x reader. ni Chishiru

You're just an ordinary human. So why are the Humonculi after you? Simple. You have a power that they want. But, what happens a when you fall in love with one of them? Envy only sees you as a tool or does he? He slowly begins to return your feelings. You start to travel with Envy and the Humonculi, helping with small parts in their quest. While everyone else sees them as monsters, you see them as more human than most humans. . I'm sorry if Envy goes a little out of character in this story. Here are some things to remember. (h/c) hair color (e/c) eye color (f/c) favorite color (s/f/c) second favorite color (h/l) hair length (h/s) hair style also check out my other book A Fullmetal Metal Love Story ed x Reader.

One Soul In Two Bodies [ONESHOT] ni 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 Zone of Silence ni UniqueZebra03

A question came to me during a reset. A question that has started bleeding through my veins. A question I whisper over and over in my sleep. A question you think I am asking passively. But it stitches into me, coiling around my being. A question I keep asking because it doesn't make sense. All that is left of the world is a city. She is the only person left. She doesn't know what happened, where the people went, why there is no life. You are there. But who are you? What is she? What is she supposed to do when the world resets, and more and more of the city is demolished. She's running out of time. *Completed*

Love Me Like You Do ni aaradhana_adithya

Previously titled as 'His Masterpiece' ***************************************** "I hate you" she shut her eyes and screamed at him. "But I love you" he confessed for the first time. Her eyes widen on his confession. Her heart skipped a beat when he confessed. She had been expecting him to say those words for a long time, but now he is late. She shook her head. "No. You still pity me. You are feeling guilty. You don't love nor you are going to love me in any future. Leave me." she sobbed. "I have always loved you but I didn't realize that soon enough. Please forgive me." he begged her just like she did. "There is nothing to forgive. But I can't love you again." saying that she walked away. ***************************************** He was keen on painting a masterpiece, but he failed to realize that she was his masterpiece. She was busy on running away from him, but she didn't knew that fate was trying to unite them both. ***************************************** Dive into the world of colors to witness the fusion of art and love

BLURRY DAMNATION ni Aetherion

Andrew, a nineteen-year-old drifting through another late night, was idly scrolling the Net when a post caught his eye: Choose the abilities you desire most. Curiosity snagged him. He lingered, reading comment after comment, enjoying the endless parade of impossible wishes. The more he read, the more the question burrowed under his skin, until finally he added his own choices to the growing thread. Could Andrew say he regretted it now? How much can shift in a handful of days, when chaos and depravity begin to devour the world? The post had never been harmless. It was bait-a quiet snare designed to lure and remake those who answered. They would be called Chosens, as the unseen entities liked to name their prey. Within days the world splintered. The wills of mortals, suddenly burdened with the gift of Divinity, drowned the earth in a waking purgatory. What happens when ordinary people, whose lives have known only routine, are handed power beyond imagination? Ideals collide. Civilizations break beneath the weight of clashing philosophies as Chosens, half-god and half-monster, fight to prove their truth. Andrew, believed at first to be nothing more than an ordinary Chosen, will learn to move with that rhythm of carnage and madness-and to survive it. A warning you should never ignore... NEVER TRUST THE VISION!

Bound by force (Bind her#1) ni Shadesofdark1

Temptation lies within darkness... Obsession at first sight. That was how I felt when I saw her for the first time, standing with her friends in her pure white dress, which landed just above her knees. It suited her perfectly as her soul was just like the color of her dress. Pure white. Innocent. Angelic. The moment I saw her, I had the desire to claim her and possess her in every possible way. And I would. I would claim her- mind, body, and soul. By the time I am done with her, she will crave me the same way I crave her. She would need me the way she needs air to live. But for that, I would have to steal her from her life. I would need to Bind her by Force. _____________________ It's a standalone novel.

The Backrooms: Essence of Desolation ni LiminalOne

Once, the world still meant something. People weren't hollow strangers, trust wasn't a cruel illusion, and freedom flowed as freely as water. Now drinkable water is scarce-and freedom even scarcer. Every step forward costs more than I can give, yet I keep moving, even when surrendering to the endless night would be easier. Why do I keep pressing on through these familiar alleys and shadowed corridors, where only death or desolation waits? Why am I carving these words into the crumbling face of an old concrete wall? When did my hand turn black? And how long ago did it become too late to turn back? ---------------------------- Yoooooo! What's up liminal lovers and clinical schizos! This is a rewrite of a story I made in the past that will likely have a different plot and generally be a thousand times better! Thanks to @_pepperleaf for being my amazing editor! Anyway enjoy the story, Love you guys! -LiminalOne

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They Called Me a Tragedy cover

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Pathetic Envy x reader. cover

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Love Me Like You Do cover

BLURRY DAMNATION cover

Bound by force (Bind her#1) cover

The Backrooms: Essence of Desolation cover

They Called Me a Tragedy

[Currently discontinued] I lost everything before I even knew how to live. Orphaned, cast into the care of relatives who never wanted me, I learned early that the world doesn't notice when you disappear. To everyone around me, I am quiet, polite, fragile. I stay in the corners. I smile when I must. People say I'm sweet, obedient, unassuming - perhaps they are right. Perhaps they don't see the ways I watch, the choices I make in silence. I move carefully. I observe. I wait. Some doors, once opened, are better left undiscovered. They called me a tragedy. Perhaps they were right - or perhaps they never truly understood. [currently editing and uploading when suitable]

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