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I stood there before my brother as tears streamed down my face as i held a gun to his head. Archer laughed darkly as he stood behind me. his hands on my waist as he whispered against my neck. "are you going to kill him, darling? he is the one who killed everyone in your family..." i closed my eyes as i shuddered. my brother stayed quite with a guilty glint in his deep brown eyes....Tous Droits Réservés

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mer., nov. 27, 2024

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Unnatural forces, écrit par Chloenn

'What are you doing here?' he said angrily forcefully yanking my arm. 'I told you to stay hidden.' I pulled my arm free. 'I know but I wanted to help!' I told him with creased brows wondering why we were wasting time. 'By getting yourself killed? Is that your idea of helping?' his deep eyes shot daggers at me. 'I don't care! This is my fight too?' I argued shooting back the daggers. 'You don't...' he mumbled the rest of the statement running his hand through his hair in obvious frustration. 'This is a war, not one of your childish games, Santana.' Injured by his words, I shot back. 'Then i would rather die than li...' I stopped when the atmosphere immediately changed...drastically. His eyes narrowed into mere slits as his face grew dark and he seemed to loom darkly and threateningly over me. I shivered as I stepped back in both awe and fear. He suddenly scooped down and gripped my shoulders pulling closer to him while lifting me off the ground until i was almost the same height as him. 'I will rip everyone's throat with my bare hands before I let anyone touch you.' he hissed his eyes a deep shade of grey that they were almost black. What the hell? * * * All Santana wanted was to live an quiet life. After what happened to her Grandmother everyone's eyes were on her family and all she had to do was to try and not be a psycho... how hard could it be? Oh...she had no idea. From her recurring dream to her brother's terrifyingly accurate intuition to her own ability see beyond the physical, it was becoming increasingly obvious that something was amiss... ***

The Hunter and the Wolf, écrit par taylorrgosh

"Why haven't you killed me yet?" I asked the gorgeous hunter standing in front of me as I had my hands tied to a wall. "Trust me I'm tempted, but you know something that I don't," he said grabbing a sliver knife from a table. "But you won't hurt me you would've done it already if you wanted to," I smirked. I shouldn't be doing this but he's my mate he couldn't hurt me even if he tried.

Blue Sweater, écrit par ima_goodbitch

"he left me,... why?" she cried in her brother's arm, while he strokes her hair softly trying to calm her pure little heart. only he knows how his sister's heart working. "Why it has to be him. Why not me? I'm literally in front of you... I was watching over you ever since he left you, why you never once look at me, not even when you are drunk or doing something crazy. Just why? Tell me what inside of him that I don't have? I'll make sure I have that for you, just for you. Just please look at me, even if it for once. Please, I want you in my arms not in his, not in any man in the world." he looks back and let out a heavy sigh before decide to make her smile again. The need for him to see her smile once again build inside of him, even if it means letting her go.

A living THING, écrit par SBany89

"B... Bryce?" I said quietly between my light sobs. He didn't answer me. He looked dangerous. His hands covered in blood, his jaw damaged, his eyes... I didn't know, what exactly I saw in them, but I knew, there was nothing good. I realized, I might be in danger myself. I had no idea of what is going on in his mind. I started walking away, keeping my body close to the wall behind me. I stumbled on some trash, but gained my balance back, never leaving the sight of him - now, a total stranger, in front of me. He slowly followed me, his eyes registering every movement I made. They looked predatory, all his appearance looked like it. Following every movement of his pray. And I knew that pray was me. Some cries left my dry lips. I couldn't hold in anymore of this tension. I turned around and started to run, run away from this place, away from him. Before I could make some steps, I felt my upper arm grabbed strongly. I let out a scream and desperately tried to free myself from his strong grip. Bryce took my other arm and made me face him. My heart dropped in my stomach, as I saw his hard stare. I stopped for a second, but then tried to get myself away from him again. "Stop trying! You are not going anywhere!" I heard his voice, which was said through his clenched teeth. He momentarily turned me around and grabbed my hole upper body and wrapped his strong arms around me, making it impossible to move my hands and myself. I started to scream again, but again, his fast movements stopped me. I felt him squeeze me tighter. He lifted me up from the ground a bit and put his large hand on my mouth. That made my panic rise even more. I was so afraid. I had no idea of what he is going to do with me. Is he going to kill me? I felt his head resting against my head, his breath touching the top of my ear, sending a strong shiver of fear through my body. I couldn't see anything, as my eyes were filled with endless streams of tears.

"All Eyes" {Eyeless Jack x Reader}, écrit par XannVe

"Oh Y/N~" he said as he walked past the table I was hiding under. My tears were falling on the ground as I sat next to my brutally murdered friend, one of my hands covering my mouth to prevent me from screaming or throwing up. "I know you're here, sweetheart~" he continued. I squeezed my eyes shut, but opened them again after some time. I looked right into his empty eye sockets. "Gotcha." Before I even could scream, everything went black.

Love³, écrit par FilipaRibeiro9

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Cursed Facade, écrit par RumanticTales

"Wake up." The icy splash of water jolted Jasmine awake, her breath hitching as reality crashed down. Disoriented and trembling, she barely registered a hand striking her cheek. The sharp sting and the metallic tang of blood grounded her in a nightmare she couldn't escape. Sebastian loomed over her, his presence as sharp and cold as the venom in his voice. "Welcome, princess. How do you find Montague's hospitality?" His smirk was colder than the water dripping from her face. "I bring news," he continued, his words cutting like a blade. "Your father has finally met justice-straight to hell." Jasmine froze, tears welling in her eyes. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "What happened to my father? What did you do to him?" Sebastian's smirk twisted into something darker. "What did I do?" he repeated, his voice low and venomous. "I gave your father exactly what he deserved-for destroying my sister's life, for tearing my family apart." He leaned in closer, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. "But don't mistake this for an ending, Jasmine. This is only the beginning." Her voice cracked as she pleaded, "Please-you've got it wrong. My father and I would never harm anyone!" Sebastian's grip tightened on her chin, his unrelenting gaze boring into her. "Spare me your innocence," he hissed. "I should be glad he's dead-but I'm not because I didn't kill him myself. So I'll settle for you. Every tear, every ounce of pain, will torment him in his grave." Even as fear consumed her, Jasmine's voice trembled with defiance. "You're wrong. Whatever you think you know, it's a lie." Jasmine's memories were fragmented, her past shrouded in mystery. She couldn't even remember her father's face, let alone the sins this man accused them of. She didn't know where to begin, or who to turn to for answers. But one thing was clear: He wasn't just her captor-he was her storm. And the storm between them had only begun.

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I run. I don't look back. I don't stop. Because if they catch me, it's over. They are following me. Hunting me. And when they find me, they will either save me... or destroy me. There has to be a way out. There has to be- Then I hit the dead end. My breath catches as I hear footsteps behind me. Slow. Measured. Predatory. I whip my head around, and there they are. Three shadows at the mouth of the alley. The man in the center tilts his head, amusement curling his lips. "Found you, butterfly." I step back, but the cold, unforgiving wall meets my spine. Trapped. Davian Marce. Blake Moretti. Lucas Enzo. The three most powerful men in the country. Untouchable. Ruthless. Dangerous. To Davian, I am a butterfly-his delicate, fluttering obsession. Caught in his grasp, I will never be free. To Blake, I am his star-the only light in his endless night. And in the dark, he will take and take until I burn out. To Lucas, I am possession. A thing to own. A thing to break. A thing to ruin. I am Lilian Ravenspire, and this is not a love story. Its pretty fucked up. This is a story of captivity, of power, of a butterfly with broken wings-one who refuses to fall.

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An Elijah Mikaelson & Klaus Dark Revenge: You Do Not Believe Remastered

Oh, You have both have no idea, and do not realize, who, you are messing with. He said, this as he held a hand over eye, and covered it. He chuckled and laughed evil, as he stared at both of us and even smiled more and kept laughing. I stood and watched behind my brother who shielded me from the sight. As I had a hand on his back and shoulder. He was smiling at us evil and and even widening his mouth and turned and titled his head. Run. My brother said, "Nathalie." But I was too scared and horrified to even move, my brother still held the weapon in his hand that he had used, it was bloody. I was too traumatized. Run. My brother repeated Oh, you can run, and you can hide, but it will do you no good."