Awaken
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- Chapitres 4
Contenu pour adultesTerminé sam., mai 24, 202516m
Awaken/ the continuation of
"Camden" shows the unknown character asking his past lovers for forgiveness showing sympathy towards those who hurt him in the past. The character shows signs of healing and finding his faith in God after a long depressive pattern. He realizes he has hurt his lovers in the past in attempt to feel better about himself. He uses his faith and healing of his inner child to make his way to "Paradise" to finally feel the peace he's been praying for.
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Jeanette Arthur had no idea what was going to happen to her when they opened the doors. Was she going to die? Or would she wish she was dead? She began to think that this kind of thing didn't happen to people like her, but she realized how wrong she was. This became her story's end the night she picked up those drinks. When she let herself step into that building, when she accepted that job and put on those clothes. They had made her believe she was important. Special. Worth loving. She had thought all these people wanted her, but they only wanted the lie she was selling. She knew this was no longer pretend. She was no longer in control, and she was no longer the one selling herself. She wanted someone to rewrite her story. So for the first time in her life, she raised up her hands, and she started to pray.Terminé
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ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ? 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 is officially at rock bottom. Her moods are unpredictable, her impulses reckless and healing feels like a mountain too steep to climb. She's forced to leave her wild and carefree university student life behind. June struggles to come to terms with her diagnosis. Finding herself living with estranged mother in a quiet and unfamiliar seaside town, where the silence makes everything louder. 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞 knows what it means to lose someone slowly, and then all at once. Grief sharpened him into something rough. His tattoos are his armour, humour and charm his defences. He learned the hard way that loving someone sick can destroy you. Together they are a wildfire. Intoxicating and comforting, finding refuge in each other. As their lives collide, the line between love and self destruction blurs. Healing and falling into old pattens are balancing a tight rope. And some wounds refuse to heal quietly. "By the time you are reading this, I'm gone." 𝐴𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑? A story about loving someone at their worst, and what that might cost. - Slowburn angst - Smut warning (and kink) (𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞). 🏅1 in Moving Forward 🏅5 in Love & Loss![SAVED ☆ Bang Chan [COMPLETED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/273345790-256-k848460.jpg)
SAVED ☆ Bang Chan [COMPLETED]
I screwed up. I mean, really screwed up. I don't remember a time where I haven't screwed up, but this feels like I've gone past the point of no return. I've always thought that people wouldn't care. Wouldn't care if I suddenly dissappeared off the face of the earth. They wouldn't care if I was being beaten senseless on the ground. No one has ever cared, and I don't believe they ever will. Not really. Sometimes people just need a reminder. A reminder that they're worth it and that they're not alone. Some people just need a person they can trust. Some people are just so far gone that there's no saving them. How sad it is that I'm one of the latter. Trigger warnings: self harm, suicidal thoughts/attempt, depression, abusive parents, trauma, abuse, self destruction etc. Click on my profile to read SAVED 2.Terminé
Even After Eden
She thought grace was out of reach- until a boy who prayed in quiet found her in the ruins. He didn't try to fix her. He just stayed. And somehow, staying became healing. Because love doesn't always arrive loud- sometimes it kneels, waits, and believes. And sometimes, God writes the softest love stories in the shadows.
𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘
You and I- we carry different stories, and that's what makes each of us uniquely our own. This is simply a continuation of mine, where I'm learning, healing, and sometimes falling back along the way. If you're here, I hope these words give you hope- or whatever you need to keep going.Terminé
Love So Bittersweet // Joseph Quinn
𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, what's on your mind? 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, I'm afraid I'm lost. 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, l'm seeing signs. 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, what're you running from? We run away from a lot of problems. We fall down and get back up but do we ever take the time to realize that we have fallen? Or take the time to accept that we are at our lowest and we need help? To learn to stop neglecting our emotions and start to understand and grow.Terminé
THE WAY BACK HOME
A boy came to a quiet town to rebuild an old church. He didn't expect to meet her - the girl with sad eyes and a past no one talked about. She never planned to let anyone in. He wasn't supposed to stay. But something about them felt like it was meant to be... A love story about second chances, silent prayers, and the kind of healing that takes time. If you've ever wanted to believe in redemption... this one's for you.Terminé
Taste | Changbin
"Kiss me again." "No." "I'm not asking you Changbin, I'm telling you. Now, kiss me again!" "You're drunk and we shouldn't be doing this. You don't know what you're saying, we'll talk about it in the morning." "I won't have the courage in the morning!" "It wasn't supposed to end up like this."Terminé
Jeanette Arthur had no idea what was going to happen to her when they opened the doors. Was she going to die? Or would she wish she was dead? She began to think that this kind of thing didn't happen to people like her, but she realized how wrong she was. This became her story's end the night she picked up those drinks. When she let herself step into that building, when she accepted that job and put on those clothes. They had made her believe she was important. Special. Worth loving. She had thought all these people wanted her, but they only wanted the lie she was selling. She knew this was no longer pretend. She was no longer in control, and she was no longer the one selling herself. She wanted someone to rewrite her story. So for the first time in her life, she raised up her hands, and she started to pray.
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