To Welcome Death
- Leituras 78
- Votos 4
- Capítulos 3
She banged her head against the bars in her cell.Her eyes were dull.Have been for 5 years now.Her parents saw her as a freak....a monster so they locked her up in a Asylum. She sat there everyday in her cell...thinking...of what happened those 5years ago on that pitch black night...blood staining the walls....her best friend dead.Torn into pieces.They found her...hiding in her closet....blood everywhere on her and large, evil grin.
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Under these Stars
After her parents's accident, Delany shut her self from the world. She liked being in her safe, little bubble.. Mason, on the other hand, wanted to see that smiling, bubbly girl once more. He helped her sleep without nightmares and mended her broken self. Fast forward five years, they are strangers now. She doesn't talk to him, he doesn't talk to her. They're completely different. He's the bad boy who all the girls fawn over, and she's the girl who is simply there. And they're fine like that, even if they so happen to be neighbors and used to be childhood best friends. One night Mason crawls into her room, neck deep in trouble with no one to turn towards except her, and now she's the one helping him.Concluída
Watching
NOW AT BARNES AND NOBLE ONLINE LOOK UP LEXI SHELTON FOR FINAL VERSION I was watching her, my sleeping beauty. Long blond hair with hazel eyes. She was perfect in every way. She made A's in all her classes and did everything according to the rules. My perfect girl, i did this all the time, I watched her sleep, and from time to time, I like to think about what she looks like on the inside. Her guts. Her blood. She was sleeping, I was standing over her. Her face is blank and her body contoured into a fetal position her pink blanket covered her body. I could cut her up, but I won't tonight. Maybe tomorrow or maybe I'll live in this bliss of love. I think that's what I'll do. I crept out of her window but not before I placed a kiss on her head, her skin was so soft. I plugged her phone in and made sure her alarm was set. Then left, the window closed behind me. "Goodnight my princess." I mouthed.Concluída
Under The Bed
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Whatever Forever
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Get Me Out!
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The Darkest Temptation ✔️
*Mature Content Warning* I rest both my hands against the table. "I'll go on another date with you, if you tell me one thing about yourself that no one else knows." He's silent for a long moment, pondering my offer. Eventually he quirks his fingers at me. "Lean closer." Bracing myself against the table, I lean over it toward him, noting every detail about his face as I get closer. Every hair, every freckle. His beautiful is unimaginable. His breath warms my skin, dancing over my ear as I dip my head toward him. Will he kiss me, and make good on my sinful thoughts? His voice is like an erotic caress as he murmurs in my ear, "I'm a murderer." *** She cannot escape him. On a blind-date, she unknowingly meets the most dangerous man to exist, and falls into his world of darkness and desire as both his mate, and his worst enemy.Concluída
Resurgence
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"Mom!" I yell unattractively and begin to go to the living room that is by the stairs. I walk into there with my body slumped and notice something. We have company and I had five pairs of eyes on me. I straighten up and look at the bodies of whom the eyes belong to. One being my mom, her brown straight hair in a ponytail, nicely dressed, and wide eyed. Another is my brother, seven years old, blond tousled hair, he is also wearing something nice. Then I find three pairs of new eyes. One a women who has blonde curly hair, a female child also with the same hair, and then a highly attractive male who looks about my age. Seventeen. Malia is just like any other girl, goes to school, has friends, and makes new friends. This "highly attractive" male is her new neighbor. What happens when they begin talking? What happens when they become close? What happens when one of them get seriously hurt? "We are neighbors. We were meant to be neighbors."
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