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Forest Darling

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Parts 51
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Parts 51
Time 5h 21m

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betrayal enemiestolovers fieldhockey highschoolromance littlebrother newadult ptsd recovery secretidentity singleparent trauma

"Wasn't it enough when you made a fool out of yourself two years ago? Open your fucking eyes and just be for once aware of your surroundings."

He gets up with this sentence and leaves the table. 
I stare at the chair he was sitting on. 
Oh Lord how much I hate him, only one accident happened and this guy is still pissed off 2 years later. 

°°°

He takes one of my arms and puts my palm up.
"I." He puts his finger on my palm.
"Love." He runs his finger over my arm up to my shoulder.
"You." He says and his finger runs from my shoulder to the place where he can feel my heartbeat.All Rights Reserved

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Unmask by mona_leighsah

"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

Look What You Made Me Do by LizzieRa17

"Don't tell anybody about this." "If you just ignore it, it'll stop." "There's nothing I can do to help you." And so I did everything I was told. I shut up. I put on a brave face. I followed all the rules. But that was the past and it's not who I am anymore. I will be loud. I will be angry. I will tell the truth. Look what you've done. You gave me a story to tell. ----------------- Unfortunately, a true story. DISCLAIMER: This is my side of the story and, with the exception of a few voicemails/text messages/statements from friends, it all comes straight from my memory. As is the case with most PTSD brains, my memory isn't very good so I can't 100% confirm the accuracy of anything, but it is written almost exactly as I remember it. If anyone reading this happens to know something I don't, feel free to let me know. ----------------- Thank you for reading. ----------------- Dedicated to Sketch, and Toto, and Dr. Worm, and Mia, and anyone else (real or imaginary) that I loved, but they hated.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 by aoifswrites

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 Two years since he threw her out. She's a model and he is still the same guy who she remembers. Except he is a cold hearted cunt. What will possibly happen if he finds out her son is his son, his heir? She hates the pain and heartbreak he caused her, she hates how she can't let go her feelings. All those cities he burnt down and people he killed in her name. We all have our flaws, that's what these two realise But deep down we all have our 𝘏𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ Nicholas's arm seeks around my waist, pulling me closer to his body. I lay my head on his chest. The cities lights shine through the room. His large hand draws small circles around my hip. I smile softly feeling a kiss being placed on my head. "You're so beautiful, you know that don't you?" he whispers looking down on me. It's just these little things, things to make me feel that small bit better of course. I hum making him raise an eyebrow, "Yes" that makes him smile back. He places a few small kisses on my lips before leaning back against the headrest. "The real beauty lays within our hearts, it's 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺, it's our hidden beauty baby."

A fucking mess of poems dead stories by amberandshadow

FINISHED AND COMPLEATED. Just poems, I suppose. Or maybe a scrapbook of scars. A chaotic collage of half-born stories, abandoned plots, and feelings too loud to ignore. This isn't a novel. It's a graveyard of unwritten books- stitched together with ink and impulse. A little trauma here, a little heartbreak there. Addiction. Bad parents. Dangerous love. The usual mess. I never claimed to be a poet, but pain has a way of teaching rhythm. And when the stories in my head refused to become chapters, they became verses instead. My father? A ghost in flesh. A man who cradled needles more tenderly than he ever held me. He is an addict. A lover of oblivion. And I, the daughter left behind in the smoke of his escape. Does that make me a girl with "daddy issues"? Or just a girl still learning how not to bleed from wounds she didn't choose? This book is for the overthinkers, the almost-authors, the ones who feel too much and write too little- until the words finally spill out like blood on the page. Welcome to the ride. There's no exit. But there's poetry in the wreckage. Author's Note I didn't set out to write a book. I set out to survive my own mind. This is what happens when you have too many stories, too many ghosts, and not enough discipline to finish a single novel. So instead, I wrote poems- or something like them. Fragments. Feelings. Flashbacks. A scrapbook of the soul. Some of these pieces are fiction. Some are memory. Some are just what happens when you stare at the ceiling too long and let your thoughts rot into poetry. If you've ever had a thousand ideas and no idea where to start- if you've ever felt too broken to write but too full not to- this is for you. Thanks for riding with me. There's no map. No neat ending. Just the wreckage, and the words we make from it.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 not edited by DIVINXE

VERSION 1 "Do you do this with every girl you think is pretty or am I special?" "You're very special. You're my sapphire. You're my introspection and meditation" He says as he kisses my hand "I love you, Diamond." I chuckle "I love you too." Pecks my lips. "but isn't this selfish?" He squeezes my hand. "Sometimes you have to be selfish for your happiness." 40k+ words 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 is a travel blogger and influencer and single mother.She goes to a night club and waits for her brother to arrive. While waiting she meets 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐎. Her brother Shawn's best friend. He immediately catches her eye. She does the same to him. He's charming but stern at the same time. He's what she wants and she is what he wants. But his job interferes with their relationship and so does his best friend and her ex. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 Very fast paced. VERSION 2 "What are you both doing here?" I ask them. "Did you really think we wouldn't find out? I mean honestly Diamond, do you think we're stupid?" I finally realize what this is, a confrontation. "I-I'm so-" "Sorry? save your words, Love. We aren't here for for that, we're sure you could apologize in other ways..right,Marciano?" Cyrus says and Marci nods. "What can I do?" "Lay down and let us handle the rest." ---------------------------------------------- ACCIDENTAL PREGNANCY, WHY CHOOSE? FAST PACED.

Moonlit Embrace by arthyawrites

"I waited ages just so I could meet you again." 𖤓☽ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Hands gripped my hips, and I was tugged back against a solid chest. His arm came around my waist, and his palm landed on my hip. In one swift motion, he had me secured against him. Every inch of my skin that was flushed against him heated. Even through the thin fabric of my dress and his blazer. Turning my head to look up at his face, I didn't care that my lips had parted and that my eyes probably looked hazy and a little clouded. Keeping our gazes locked, my arms lifted of their own accord, my hands linking behind his neck. Without really knowing how, my hips started moving. And we were dancing. The memory of us dancing when we were children crossed my mind. How ironic it was that we'd found ourselves in the same situation after twenty years and now that we seemed like completely different people.

Troubled love by k1ngdom_of_dreams

"I do. I do believe you." He cuts me off. "I'm sorry for accusing you I just, I don't know. At the time I thought it made sense." "Don't apologise. I deserved your outburst guilty or not. I deserved a lot more than that." I excuse honestly. "Why do you have to make this so hard?" He groans. "Sorry?" I ask. "You. You're making this difficult." "I didn't mean-" "That right there. Quit being a gentleman. You are making it so hard to hate you right now." "I-" I get cut off by his lips on mine. His hands hold onto either side of my face as he roughly kisses me. I close my eyes and let him lead. He falls into my lap and I wrap my hand around him and hold his hips.

Famous Last Words (My Chemical Romance Fanfiction) by MissPamelaD

I look at him, and I can see the round, salty and wet tears that are streaming down his cheeks, and I know that it was me that caused them. As I realize that, I feel awful and weak. How could I let this happen to him? And where is my heart since I am not by his side to comfort him? Now I really know how he must look at me every day Warning: Strong visual language Self-harming Suicide Suicide attempt Cussing Sexual references Note: I know some of the facts aren't right, but I have chosen to go with what works best with my story. No hate please. This is my first story. Oh, and if the grammar and sentences are bad, I apoligize for that. English isn't my native language. I hope you enjoy it

Jesse's Girl (COMPLETE) by xHeatLifex

They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

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Unmask

"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.