Bloodlines
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Ostatnia publikacja niedz., maj 5, 2024
Cadence Kingsley was normal...up until she wasn't.
Apparently, all of those old folk tales her mom drilled into her head as a kid weren't just stories. There a lot that she didn't know about her family heritage.
Everything was going fine, until the day of her sixteenth birthday where one headache changed everything she knew about her life.
**Please note that this story belongs entirely to me. Any name of that happens to be the same as another is entirely coincidental as this is an original creation and not fanfiction**
**Not my cover**
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The Autumn's Last Season [COMPLETED]
Nathaniel was born on a cool autumn morning, the kind where the air feels crisp and the leaves crunch underfoot. For twelve years, his life was quiet and uneventful, the kind of childhood most people would call normal. He lived in a small town surrounded by forests and hills, where the days were predictable, and the nights were calm. His family-just him, his mom, his sister, and his dad-seemed ordinary too. But looking back, Nathaniel would wonder: was it ever really normal, or was everyone just pretending? Everything changed on his twelfth birthday. It wasn't dramatic at first. There were no thunderclaps or sudden revelations. Just a creeping sense that something was... off. It started small. Odd moments when his mother, once warm and attentive, seemed distracted, even nervous. His father, on the other hand, stayed the same-steady and reliable, maybe because he didn't notice what was happening, or maybe because he didn't want to. By the time Nathaniel was in his late teens, he was a quiet, sharp-minded young man with big dreams and a gift for language. He could learn dialects in days, win over anyone with his words, and read between the lines better than most people realized. But underneath his calm exterior, there was always a tension. His mom had grown stranger over the years, slipping into long silences or disappearing into the attic for hours at a time. There were rumors too-about her past, about things people had seen but wouldn't talk about. Nathaniel tried not to think about it, but the questions were always there, lurking. This is the story of how Nathaniel went from a boy with a quiet life to a man caught in something far bigger than himself. A journey of hidden truths, impossible choices, and the realization that sometimes, pretending everything is normal is easier than facing what's real. But in the end, Nathaniel knew he couldn't live in denial forever. Sooner or later, he'd have to decide: run from the truth or face it head-on. Nov. 17 - Dec. 17Zakończone
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╰┈➤... ᴵᶠ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱᵍⁿˢ ⁱⁿ ᶠʳᵒⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ ; ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᵒ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ¡! ❞ 〰・❦・〰 Mal already identified the root of the problem, or at least one of them. For one, her emotions were out of control. She never got a peace of mind being left alone with herself. She was either blaming herself for actions, or she was traumatized at night by memories on this... place. The same place she felt more comfortable coming back to. Why did she come back? Why was the Isle her safe place? The same place she was punished on consistently for breathing incorrectly if her mother viewed it as so. But even still... it was her pain and her happiness. She felt more trapped and boxed on in Auradon than on the Isle. Was this a bad thing? Did she cause herself to feel that way? Was it Ben? Ben. The thought of him made her put the list against her chest. She felt terrible for leaving him.. but they were in a tough place. He wasn't listening; he wasn't hearing. She was impatient; her expectations.. could they be considered high? Should she focus more on working on her relationship than herself? No, in order to fix the relationship she'd have to fix herself. But she's a part of the relationship... Barely being here fifteen minutes and already struggling within her emotions, Mal began growing an headaches. The headache told her it was time to rest someplace quiet, to ride out the storm within her brain, for in time pain does ebb. "Working on myself hurts..." the purple head muttered in defeat, sighing a bit afterwards. A smirk spread across her face as her eyes landed on an rock had a forget-me-not hue. It was time to go home. 〰・❦・〰
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