Truvia University: Being a Bitch
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Last published Fri, Feb 2, 2024
T.U.1
"Harmony of love, rhythm of fate"
Staring at the night sky
As if she want to cry
Everything around her is just a lie
She felt like she will die
All the thing they said
Running through her head
Causing so much pain
Tighting by the vein
The problem she can't solve
The mystery that never told
She don't know how to hold
To unvail the crime in a cold.
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Formerly known as 'His Angel' Trigger warnings on chapters. ~ "Harmony" it was her name; no longer a scream but a simple word. She lifted her head, and saw him standing in front of her, hanging over and blocking the warm sun. She continued to cry, gripping the dog so tight she was probably fucking hurting her. "I can't take it anymore," she said, her lip quivering, her tongue tasting salty. Waiting for the inevitable, "I can't do it any longer." She took a deep, shaky breath. "Mony-" He leaned down gently, sitting in the grass across from her, trying to catch a glimpse of her face hidden in shame. How could he ever kill her? He couldn't even imagine cutting a hair on her head. "Harmony-" she looked at him with bright red, puffy eyes. "Will you come with me?" So much hesitation on her face, the sight of it fucking killed him. But, she reached out a shaky hand, slipping it into his. ~ Harmony finds her trusting nature doesn't always do her good, and the biggest mistake she ever made was walking home with a man who insisted they were taking a shortcut. She wakes up, cold, tired and terrified, chained to a wall in a stranger's basement. Unbeknownst to her, she's now in the hands of someone else so much worse. She finds herself determined to escape his grip in any way possible, even if it means doing what he wants and pretending to like it. And as more time goes on, Max seems to be further taken by her, doing everything to try and mend bridges to get her to stay. But, she can't become complacent; that's how people die. She's found herself deep into the underbelly of life others don't know, where laws are not the same, where people are not the same. Surrounded by a pack of gun runners, thieves and murderers, she starts to question if she could ever go back to her old life. When does the puppetry start being the truth? ~ Not everything is always green and blue.Complete
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The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because...the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy-Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel-Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable-naive. My name is Mercy, and I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am The Mafia's Mercy. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This is a DARK Romance novel, in every sense of the word. It DOES contains DARK themes that may be triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.Complete
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"𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴" 𝘐 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗- 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜. Since she is 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝 to 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗g hell Ғιи∂ σʋт ωнαт ωιℓℓ нαρρɛи тσ нɛя Edited by : @Love4YoongiComplete
Formerly known as 'His Angel' Trigger warnings on chapters. ~ "Harmony" it was her name; no longer a scream but a simple word. She lifted her head, and saw him standing in front of her, hanging over and blocking the warm sun. She continued to cry, gripping the dog so tight she was probably fucking hurting her. "I can't take it anymore," she said, her lip quivering, her tongue tasting salty. Waiting for the inevitable, "I can't do it any longer." She took a deep, shaky breath. "Mony-" He leaned down gently, sitting in the grass across from her, trying to catch a glimpse of her face hidden in shame. How could he ever kill her? He couldn't even imagine cutting a hair on her head. "Harmony-" she looked at him with bright red, puffy eyes. "Will you come with me?" So much hesitation on her face, the sight of it fucking killed him. But, she reached out a shaky hand, slipping it into his. ~ Harmony finds her trusting nature doesn't always do her good, and the biggest mistake she ever made was walking home with a man who insisted they were taking a shortcut. She wakes up, cold, tired and terrified, chained to a wall in a stranger's basement. Unbeknownst to her, she's now in the hands of someone else so much worse. She finds herself determined to escape his grip in any way possible, even if it means doing what he wants and pretending to like it. And as more time goes on, Max seems to be further taken by her, doing everything to try and mend bridges to get her to stay. But, she can't become complacent; that's how people die. She's found herself deep into the underbelly of life others don't know, where laws are not the same, where people are not the same. Surrounded by a pack of gun runners, thieves and murderers, she starts to question if she could ever go back to her old life. When does the puppetry start being the truth? ~ Not everything is always green and blue.
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