Bitter Is the Truth
- Reads 59
- Votes 2
- Parts 2
MatureOngoing12m
Last published Fri, Mar 7, 2025
Horatio's hands trembles as they brush against Hamlet's chest, tracing the fragile rise and fall beneath his fingertips-his ribs, his-
Wait.
His heart pounds in his ears as he leans closer. Once. Twice. Again. And there it is-weak, but undeniable. Hamlet is breathing.
He's alive.
*DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters. They are from Shakespeare's Hamlet.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Shadows of Desire
He was my rival, my enemy, in many ways. We had spilt blood in our pursuit of power, our men dying by each other's orders. Yet here we were, bound together by a twisted fate that had led us to marry, to merge our empires, and now, to this moment. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a traitorous rhythm that whispered warnings I wanted to ignore. This isn't right, my heart screamed. Dominic is dangerous, and getting too close to him could unravel everything I've built. But even as these thoughts raced through my mind, my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch, craving more of his heat and his intensity. Why does he have this effect on me? I despise him-or at least I should.Complete
Far From Home Two: The Monster's Heir-- a M/M/M fantasy romance
*** COMPLETE- Far From Home book two: Sequel to The Warlord's Chosen. A M/M/M fantasy romance*** "For the innocence of my mother, I suffered alone in the dark. For the sins of my father, I give my blood." Llyric has lived his life beneath stone, among darkness and cold. Having seen the sun for the last time when his father last attempted to steal his innocence when he was a young child, Llyric spends his days with a mouth bound, a body beaten and torn, and a soul and heart darkened by his own blood. He knows he deserves what he suffers, for the blood is his veins is evil. He knows this. He accepts it. Until the day he is saved, and possibly given a chance at living beyond his blood. **trigger warnings are located at the beginning of the prologue. Can be read as a stand-alone, but it's highly recommended to read the series in order for the greatest enjoyment of the story**Complete
Love Is Forever (Hiccup x reader one-shots)
Little one shots of the reader and Hiccup that I wrote. Requests aren't welcome. "Hiccup," you said, softly, after a few minutes of silence. Hiccup... pulled you into his lap and asked, "Yes, my darling?" "Why do you love me? I mean, I am the freak...-" "(Y/ N)," Hiccup stopped you. He tightened his grip on you and pulled your head towards him so your ear rested against his chest, where his strong beating heart was. "I love you more than my own life. You're perfect just the way you are. You're beautiful, kind, encouraging... loving, intelligent, and so much more. It would take me an eternity to list everything about you that I loved." "What about the things you didn't like about me?" you asked, in a weak, fragile voice. Hiccup hated seeing you like this: so frail, so vulnerable... "There is nothing. I love everything about you, (Y/ N). Nothing anyone can say or do will ever change that," he said, sincerely, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.Complete
Young Girl
"What do I do? Falling in love was never part of the plan." "Don't tell me what to do!" "I think our Moony is in love." "Typical! Its all my fault!" "Take some of your own damn responsibility!" "This is your child too!" "I will never stop loving you." Remus and Tonks. This is the story of the laughs, tears, blood and sweat that was part of the purity of love.Complete![HIS QUEEN [18+]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/228374107-256-k485040.jpg)
HIS QUEEN [18+]
EXCERPT "Little mouse, the next time I have to repeat something to you, I'll have to take you over my knee" I shuddered. The thought of him taking me over his knee made me hot for some unknown reason. I sat carefully on his laps, my legs to the side. He turned me so I straddled him. He caressed my sides and leaned into my neck. He sucked on the side of my neck and I tilted my head to give him better access. He scraped my neck gently and I moaned. I felt super sensitive all over my body. "My king" "Thane. Call me Thane. I want to hear you scream it when you cum for me." *************************************************** Alpha King Thane is wild and ruthless. He doesn't know how to be gentle. He is exasperated by the slave in red dress. He doesn't want another mate but no one else can have her. Esmeralda is attracted to the king. He acts hot and cold towards her and stirs up emotions she doesn't understand. She has no idea what he wants from her. What does fate have for the innocent slave girl and the ruthless alpha king? Audiobook available on GoodNovelComplete
Nightmares (Solangelo)
Enjoy a small preview of the story, instead of a description. 'BOOM! The gunshot rang through my ears, being at such close proximity was not a good thing. I could feel the warm liquid seeping into my clothing, and a sharp pain in my chest. I was afraid to open my eyes, for fear of the scene I would see. But eventually, pressure got the best of me, and I opened my eyes. Laying directly over my chest was none other than the one that has stopped the bullet from going straight through my heart and killing me; the one thing that had kept me alive. "WILL!"'Complete
![Flawless[a solangelo au short-story]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/133301992-256-k429483.jpg)
He was my rival, my enemy, in many ways. We had spilt blood in our pursuit of power, our men dying by each other's orders. Yet here we were, bound together by a twisted fate that had led us to marry, to merge our empires, and now, to this moment. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a traitorous rhythm that whispered warnings I wanted to ignore. This isn't right, my heart screamed. Dominic is dangerous, and getting too close to him could unravel everything I've built. But even as these thoughts raced through my mind, my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch, craving more of his heat and his intensity. Why does he have this effect on me? I despise him-or at least I should.
More detailsContent Guidelines