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This is the hardest winter I can remember, without a doubt. The water is ice-cold, so cold it feels like knives against my skin. Every time I close my eyes I immerse myself in the same reality, the only thing I see is a strange girl sleeping that stalks me and burns my retinas.
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The Snow Prince
Like all interesting stories, this one begins with a curse. A kingdom that is cursed to an eternal winter. But the thing is, the curse hasn't been broken. So it is still really fricken cold, all the time. It has been so long that many younger people don't remember what summer is even like, they don't know any different. It has been so long that maybe the curse can never be broken. After all, such things only happen in fairytales. I curse this land with ice and snow, A curse of misery, a curse of woe. You have welcomed in hate and fear to take away what I most hold dear. In order for this winter to fall apart, You must give me that which can thaw a frozen heart.Concluída
King Of The Night: The New Servant
It was so cold, I could feel the bits of snow covering my body, as I laid captive in the cold. Sheet of soft, white blankets camouflaged the bushes and trees in the wonderland. The animals and insects were covered in the ice that kept them frozen in place, like puppets on a shelf. There were no flowing stream of water; they were frozen into a misty blue, icy surface. I had no memory of how I got here; I was with my mom and dad eating dinner. On a Friday, we were talking about our day and how we should plan a family vacation. That was it and now I'm in the forest that seems to be frozen in time. I pulled my legs into my chest and dug myself deeper into the winter snow of the ground. Thinking that if I were to burrow, maybe. Just maybe I could keep the heat from leaving my body. I pulled over my hoodie and shrunk my face into the scarf that was covering my mouth. My breathing was deep and long drawn, trying drastically to find warmth; white air came from me to the air of the cold. As the fearful winds pounded me, deeper into the hole and shifted away pieces of the snow that was around me. Slowly, my mind started to drift off. This wasn't good; I tried to keep my eyes from closing into asleep that would have been endless. But there was no use my weak, shivering body fell asleep, before I could even fight. And dreamed. Dreams are something you are battling that your mind plays on you to figure it out. Like a game that ends the way you make it. When you lose you can only blame yourself, and cry for something only you know because it's your mind. Your dream. Your... "Do you want to live". A voice swayed into my dream. "Or do you want me to leave you here". I knew I was dreaming, but am I dreaming in a dream. Is that even possible? Maybe it's just a voice made by my subconscious giving me someone to talk to. I don't want to be alone. So with the strength I had left I uttered, in a voice so quiet it was more of a whisper. "Please help me".Concluída
The Unbreakable Thread!
"Get on your knees." The command was a low snarl, laced with a threat that turned my blood to ice. Reluctantly, I complied, one hand clutching my throbbing cheek. My eyes widened in horror as he began to undress, the terrifying reality of the situation crashing down on me. "Touch me," he demanded. I was trapped, paralyzed by a fear I had never known. As he moved closer, the unsettling change in his body left me dizzy with panic and confusion. My mind screamed in silent protest-this was a nightmare from which I couldn't wake. This is not a fairy tale. This is the story of a girl shattered by a brutal invasion, whose spirit was tested by betrayal, shame, and a world that offered no safe haven. It is the story of her survival-a long, arduous journey through pain toward a hard-won strength, and the unexpected love that waited for her on the other side. ***This is the first part of a two-series saga. Your thoughts and comments are deeply appreciated as I share this journey with you.***
Her choice
My name is Lyric. Yes I'm a girl. I'm single and live with my mother. Or at least I thought she was my mom. In this book I will tell you the story of my life and how I learned who I am. I make a hard choice between to brothers that could possibly be the worst or best choice of my life. I make many other choices to like who I'll be and how to become it. Of weather I'll be dark or lite. Normal or me. I have to make the choice to learn to control all within me before I run outa of time and do something stupid. The hardest choice I make though is weather or not I want to except the one who birthed me. How will it all play out. Not a clue. Part one (Process of editing!)Concluída
Impossible - Eric Northman {complete}
You are an impossible thing. A human that can' t be glamoured. That's faster and stronger than most. That can see and hear nearly as well as the vampires that raised you. Some might have killed you, but the man-the vampire-that found you and raised you as his own saw you for what you truly were. A tool. Eric Northman and you were drawn together from the moment you met. Misunderstandings and pride separated you for three years until you accompanied your friend to a seedy vampire bar. The Viking is stunned to see you and unwilling to allow you to escape his grasp for a second time. As the two of you once again become entangled in each other's lives, the truth that comes to light will change both of your lives forever. As it turns out, you are far more impossible than anyone imagined.Concluída
A Kiss that Burns everything
He didn't just touch her - he unmade her. He came out of nowhere. No past. No mercy. No reason for how her body burns under his gaze. Every dream leaves her aching. Every brush of restraint has her silently begging. He keeps pulling back, like he's fighting some inner beast. But she knows - he's starving, and she's already half-claimed. She doesn't know what he is. Only that she wants him. Even if it destroys her. Because he's hiding something. Something that could tear her apart the moment he stops resisting
Something blossoming
(UNEDITED) Him: And she had me then, tangled in her integrate web, I wanted to find out more about her, everything about her. Thaw the iced glaze over her eyes, melt to cold walls around her with my touch, my attention. Her: I could see the sunshine though the water like an oil painting. Breathtaking. I reached my arm up, as if to touch it, only to meet more water. I frowned. Staying there till my lungs burned, how easy would it be. To just stay here, at the bottom of this creek. Staring at the oil painted sun until my body finally gave up trying to find air. I would just drift away with the water. No one here. No one was around. How peaceful. How fitting to end my violent story with the soft ripples of this creek. -------------------------- Mature themes Both broken. Both with dark pasts. Can they overcome the demons together? None of the photos are mine. #3 bodyguard 2/8/2023Concluída
spencer, i'll remember how i'd loved you. even after i saw the hate behind your sweet eyes and messy statistics. even after i heard casually cruel words leave the same sugary lips that you used to plant soft kisses on my cheeks. even after i saw you kill right in front of me. the loss of your presence would still hurt the same. it probably wouldn't even matter what you did or didn't do because at night, i would still be crying into my pillow about everything that happened to you regardless. that's another thing that hurts so bad about this all. your loss. it's obvious, i know that. but i feel so alone. and you're actually gone this time.
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