" random crap, rants and vents "
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" I've been getting some bad bad blood "
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Hey hi! you read the title.
For vents, I kinda don't want pity honestly it makes me feel bad when my vents are mainly for getting things off my chest. I have a habit of bottling up my emotions which I just kinda- suck it up but it never goes away. I hate that. I like to think of them like monsters. They follow you around getting bigger with every problem you gain and sometimes take over you and make you do awful things. adhd sucks but at the same time is the best lol
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For rants, I may talk about random things but to can ask me to talk about something or my opinion on something. Almost anything keep it appropriate please!
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From The Heart
Do you know the times when you want to say something, but can't? Or the times when you are sad and need someone to give you a hug? The times your worst enemy hugs your boyfriend? Or the times you are so angry you punch a locker and have to pay to get it repaired? Well with writing my thoughts, passions, anger triggers, enemies, love, hatred, even happiness out for people. Makes me feel like someone can relate to me and I can impact them in any simple or complex way they deem fit. I write because I can and I become free with every word written from my mind, every letter and messed up grammar I have accidentally committed to butchering every time I write. I may not make a difference, heck, I may not even have a lot of people who read but those who do read when I write about how I thought up a story plot or something for my best friend, they will always make me feel like I'm making the difference because someone actually read what I thought at a certain time and day and maybe even listened. That's what makes me feel wanted and happy like I can do something other than run my stubborn mouth and have a mother hen personality. That is what will continue as I write. fortunately, the thing is no one can take it away either, and that my readers are what makes the mind a great thing.Kumpleto
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.Kumpleto
Trash Book of Extra.
Warning: I am a weirdo. This will contain some thoughts of mine, some poems, some deep shit, some thoughts I have as I go through the journey of self-exploration, lmao. Some chapters may be seen as too controversial but whatever you know. I mean, reading this is your choice. You don't have to. I mean, I'd like you all to read every chapter but it's not a story book so you may skip some chapters you don't like and read the ones that you do like. P.S. I do not deny that my thoughts are somewhat influenced by my environment and experiences. Also, this is the real me. Some people think I'm quiet and cold-hearted but on the inside I'm actually a big softie with feelings. To be honest, it's kinda my fault since I hate revealing my emotions to other people or even asking for help until I have to. And even then, I start hating myself for being such a weakling. That is a major character flaw of mine that I must overcome!Kumpleto
Watching Her 18+ (Her Series book four)
River: When I least expected it, my angel finally walked into my orbit, looking like a prayer come to life. Until I completely fucked it up by tripping over the pants around my ankles and accidentally motorboating her perfect breasts. Needless to say, she ran away as fast as she could to get away from me. Fortunately for me, she just happens to be the new receptionist at my vet clinic. Unfortunately, she won't even look at me. That's okay though, because she's mine and I'll do whatever it takes to prove it to her. Even if that includes watching her every move and manipulating her into wearing my ring on her finger and sharing my last name. I thought my brothers were unhinged when it came to their women. Turns out I'm the most unhinged of them all. Ivy: Taking a new job in the small town of GaleTown, Texas was supposed to be my new start after finding my fiance balls deep in my best friend. I was supposed to focus on myself and my own personal growth after having my world turned upside down. Fortunately, I quickly fell in love with this little town and finally see the light on the other side of the storm. Unfortunately, I walk in on one of my new bosses getting a bathroom BJ right before he face plants into my chest while calling me Angel. Now the infuriating man won't stop watching me with a heat in his eyes that sets my panties on fire. But I learned my lesson about playboys the hard way, and I'll never make that mistake again. That's what I told myself anyway until I wake up in Vegas with a ring on my finger and a naked River in my bed. Now he's refusing to let me go and a part of me keeps softening with every soft look and sweet caress. This is part of a series. The first three books can be found on my page. Each book is a standalone that focuses on a different couple. This series follows the Brooks brothers as they find their destined soulmate.Kumpleto
Outcast
Heads up this story is pretty old and kinda bad so I don't rlly recommend reading😬 Anyway ~~~~ "P-please, just leave m-me alone," I whisper, mentally slapping myself for stuttering. "Oh? Does the outcast want to talk?" she asks. --- For Jamie, being a senior in high school isn't easy for them. Bullies treat them like trash everyday, and it's even worse when you're the odd one out. Literally, being non-binary in a Christian school. Until a few nice people start reaching out...maybe it won't be so bad... ‼️CAUTION//TW: CONSTANT MENTIONS SELF HARM, SUICIDE, GRIEF, AND BULLYING‼️Kumpleto
Dream Breaker (I)
Oh boy, here we go again. Blood. It's like that one toxic ex you can't stop thinking about-you know it's bad for you, but it's got this pull. It ruins everything. Kingdoms? Toast. Hunters? Totally off the deep end. People? Let's just say the phrase "hot mess" doesn't even scratch the surface. And me? I'm Narsus. Disgraced knight, professional brooder, part-time beast slayer, full-time existential crisis. Now I'm stuck in Yharnam. Imagine a city built by gothic architecture enthusiasts who really overestimated their candle budget. The place is drowning in fog, madness, claws, and the occasional giant axe-wielding beast who really doesn't appreciate personal space. Fun, right? And let's talk about me making promises-because that's going great. This little girl hands me a music box, looks me dead in the eyes, and asks me to find her parents. And me? Being the genius that I am, I said, "Sure, kid, I'll give it a shot." Idiot. Why not promise to knit a scarf for every werewolf in Yharnam while I'm at it? Oh, and Sapphire? She's got secrets. Big ones. You know, the kind that could either save the day or end it in a flaming dumpster fire. No pressure there. Meanwhile, I've got my own problems, like keeping the blood from whispering sweet, murderous nothings into my brain. Here's the thing: Yharnam doesn't do heroes. It chews them up and spits them out like last week's leftovers. And me? I'm not even in the running for "mediocre antihero of the month." But promises? Yeah, they're messy, dangerous, and pretty much guaranteed to get you killed. Still better than breaking them.
My Fucking Mess Of A Life
All the times I've had panic attacks, bad thoughts, etc. Basically all that shitty stuff. Warning: mentions of self harm, negative thoughts, and generally just depressing shit. Updates will happen whenever as I write when stuff happens to me because this is actually a non-fiction story. It doesn't seem like I'll be running out of things to write about any time soon though.Kumpleto
𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑺, 𝑴𝑪𝒀𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑺.
oneshots for when I get depressed and I wanna read wholesome stuff gg or since at least ninety percent of this is vents it is now my vent book welcome to valus's feelings in weird ways TMKumpleto![Being the Bad Boy's Victim [SAMPLE: Available for purchase on Amazon]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/1773102-256-k672405.jpg)
Being the Bad Boy's Victim [SAMPLE: Available for purchase on Amazon]
He leaned in closer, if that was even possible, his spearmint breath fanning across my face. My breathing got caught in my throat as he lowered his mouth to my ear. "You can deny liking me, wanting me, but let's face it- You're like all the rest. You're that good girl who so secretly but desperately wants to change me. All girls want to be the one that makes the bad boy change, they want him to change for them. So you can go around, acting like you don't care about me, go ahead Bella, do that. But let me tell you this, I enjoy a good chase, and that's exactly what you are. Cause Bella, I get what I want, and I want you." ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ My full name is Bellatrix Annaliese Brown. Yeah yeah, weird name. Anyways, I am from London, England and moved here once before when I was sixteen. After being bullied, I moved back to England, where I was living with my Aunt till my parents decided I should come back to America for my senior year in high school. As you can see, I don't have the best of luck, which I guess is why- I became the Bad Boy's Victim. ___________________ PUBLISHED AND CAN BE BOUGHT ON AMAZON! http://www.amazon.com/Being-Bad-Boys-Victim-Romantic-ebook/dp/B016PSBM70/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1445179301&sr=1-1Kumpleto
I Gave Him Fentanyl - 🔞A Dark Romance Thriller
When a STALKER kidnaps a SERIAL KILLER... °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° A woman obsessed with a brutal serial killer captures him in her basement, but as their battle of wits turns intimate, she must decide if she's his captor, his lover-or his next victim. °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° ''It's dangerous. He's dangerous. That sick fuck might be a cannibal with a blood kink for all I know. He might literally eat my pussy, until it's ripped out between my thighs. I don't want that to be the main cause of my death. Though the thrill of it all... whether he would bite me off completely or be merciful...was like playing Russian roulette....and it was making me tear up, but not in the eyes, but between my thighs. At that moment, I felt myself getting wet. I was confused actually, because I was totally and honestly afraid, but it got me SO...wet. That's when I realized I had been moaning loudly, and the panties stuck in my throat did nothing to volume it down.'' °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° 🎀TRIGGER WARNINGS🎀 CNC CBT Dubcon Gore Murder Beheading Gutting Stabbing Biting Physical, mental torture Suffocation Castration Masochism Sadism Cannibalism Hybristophilia Paraphilia Stockholm Syndrome Blood fetish Rough play Impact play Choke play Blade play Bondage Pegging Cuffing Stalking Kidnapping Human trafficking Drugs/Drugging.Kumpleto
Do you know the times when you want to say something, but can't? Or the times when you are sad and need someone to give you a hug? The times your worst enemy hugs your boyfriend? Or the times you are so angry you punch a locker and have to pay to get it repaired? Well with writing my thoughts, passions, anger triggers, enemies, love, hatred, even happiness out for people. Makes me feel like someone can relate to me and I can impact them in any simple or complex way they deem fit. I write because I can and I become free with every word written from my mind, every letter and messed up grammar I have accidentally committed to butchering every time I write. I may not make a difference, heck, I may not even have a lot of people who read but those who do read when I write about how I thought up a story plot or something for my best friend, they will always make me feel like I'm making the difference because someone actually read what I thought at a certain time and day and maybe even listened. That's what makes me feel wanted and happy like I can do something other than run my stubborn mouth and have a mother hen personality. That is what will continue as I write. fortunately, the thing is no one can take it away either, and that my readers are what makes the mind a great thing.
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