Thin Skin
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I am someone who wakes up afraid to cleanse her scars in the warm rain of a pouring shower. A heart anxious the steam hugging the bathroom mirror might just wipe away her camouflage. I am someone who becomes no one as the drain between my feet drinks the last of my alter ego.
I am a woman with skin drenched with hues of angry tones, and fingers shaking to perfect the truth. Pretty, nude powders I pat myself dry with in hopes of painting the beauty I once saw. That flawless sanctuary however, never found in the foundation.
I used to fantasize that, if I was good enough, the man I had made to fall madly in love with me would keep me forever. Protect me from everything. Die if it meant I lived. Chase me even as I woke up older. For I had the alluring talent to make my lovers stay.
A caramel look full of mystery, passion, and wit. I had the consuming ability to pull on eager souls because I wore humanity's standards and for that, I was brave in the idea of unconditional love. Until there came a day I no longer loved myself.
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"You may kiss the bride." I can hear the people clapping and cheering for the bride and groom standing before us. They face each other with a smile as tears form in their eyes. The groom raises his bride's veil, his hands holding her face, and they stare at each other. The people start to cheer, and their clapping grows louder, and I can't even raise my hands. I just watch them-I watch them intently as I listen to my heart pounding. The groom leans in and finally kisses his bride. He's kissing... my bride. I swallow the lump in my throat and lick my lips. I blink several times to push back the tears I want to fall and force myself to clap and plaster a smile on my face. That's it, Jath. Who would've thought the best thing you could do for the person you love so much was to clap at her wedding with somebody else? Ha, you were planning to give her the whole world, but she's already living in his. What a joke. I endure the sight of my first love and her groom facing us as they hold hands. The smile on her face is the kind of smile I haven't seen in my entire life-one that I devoted to loving her. She never smiled at me like that. I bite my tongue as I stop myself from clapping and watch the people stand up as they walk down the aisle, people cheering and celebrating with them, as I turn my back away from my bride. Seven years. I waited seven years to see the woman I love marry somebody else.Concluída
LET ME HATE YOU
A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.
The Revelation
In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.Concluída
His Appointed Wife
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Back to Square One
As I stare at myself in the mirror, I don't even recognize the reflection. I'm a married woman, and I can't get over that. I'm only wearing red lace underwear at the moment. I wear sexy panties and bras now because I have someone who's seeing them every day other than myself. Does he wear special boxers...? I'm not ready to think about Silas that way yet. It is still too weird. I am a little surprised that I haven't had a meltdown yet. I've never had a panic attack before, but my life has been turned upside-down. I have a pretty damn good excuse to have one. Everyone is probably expecting that I will. They may even be surprised that I haven't yet. Eight years erased... Eight years to learn... I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm still me... just older. I rub lotion into my face, examining it closely. Still me. Same blue eyes. Same shallow dimples in my cheeks. Same lips that cover straight teeth that my parents paid a lot of money for. I step back and take in my body. A little curvier then I remember, but not by much. I guess with marriage comes comfort weight. My hair is the same blonde, just longer. How odd to have everything the same... yet so different. Completed July of 2019Concluída
Shade Of Love
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A Promise To The Beloved...The Threads Of Fate ✓
"You see him as an heir of your empire and not as a family member. All you care about is the inheritance and not the child. If all you want is an heir then why not marry someone and produce as many heirs as you want." She stopped as she narrowed her eyes at him. And then with a mocking expression she continued, "Or is it that you are unable to Re.Pro.Duce??" seeing the angry flush on his face her heart smiled with satisfaction. But before she could celebrate her little victory against him he pulled her from her wrist and she collided with his hard chest. Snaking an arm around her waist he held her tightly as she struggled in his hold. "Don't play with fire, Ms Lilly Jones or don't complain to me later if you end up getting burned." "I've never hated anyone as much as I hate you." she spitted. "The feelings are mutual then, sweetheart." he smiled. _______________ He married her to fulfil a promise he had made long ago. She was supposed to be a bride in name only, a wife just on papers. Then why he felt an undeniable hunger in him every time she met his gaze. Desiring her wasn't a part of his plans. He has never wanted anything as much as he wanted her. And that's where everything started to take an unexpected turn... Started on : 27 Dec 2020 Completed on :12 March 2021 ------------- Word count : I'll tell you when I'm done counting 😪Concluída
Never is a Mirror
I used to think the worst thing a place could do was keep you. Never taught me different. It lets you choose-and then makes sure the choice chooses you back. By daylight I work the door at Afterglow, a club of glass and iron and music that keeps its own kind of time. By night I count breaths, watch the mirrors, and pretend the soft diamond of salt over my heart is just an old scar. I don't say the word for what I can do under my breath. I don't look too long at the water. I don't answer when the ticking starts. Once, there was an island that ran on names, ledgers, and the right song at the wrong hour. There was a boy who arrived like a reflection and loved me the way a snare loves a sparrow-beautifully, relentlessly. There were rules disguised as jokes, games that tasted like devotion, and a crown that was really a lie if you listened closely enough. Mercy wore resin. Truth tasted like iron. And every wish I whispered came back with teeth. Now the past keeps surfacing-through windows, through music, through the mouths of strangers who don't know what they're asking. I wanted quiet. A pause. Something that didn't bleed me. Instead I got choices, and the kind of love that uses your yes as a lever. If I go back, it won't be because I'm brave. If I stay, it won't be because I'm safe. Either way, the mirror is already looking.
SEVEN DAYS
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I do
Angel Adams is my name, and having a carefree life is my goal. After graduating from college, I spent the rest of my life jumping from job to job. Making do with living in New York City, from paycheck to paycheck. I don't mind. Money is fake and we live on a floating rock anyways. For the past five years, nothing really stuck with me. The universe changes every millisecond and I go with the flow. Never been in a long-lasting relationship because I get bored. I almost did not graduate college in time because I wanted to do everything and nothing at once. All I want is to move to an island, relax and not work because I don't dream of labor. My parents hate my mentality, they love to call me lazy while my therapist says I am suppressing. I call it going with the flow and having fun. Who would've guessed that the only job that had my interest for the past year and a half, would lead to me marrying a millionaire? The universe works in weird ways but who am I to question, I just go with the flow. ---- Sequel to "Do you love me?" This can be read as a stand-alone but "Do you love me?" is a short story and it sorts of sets the plot. --- *The cover doesn't depict her, you imagine her as dark/light as you want.(she is black tho)Concluída
"You may kiss the bride." I can hear the people clapping and cheering for the bride and groom standing before us. They face each other with a smile as tears form in their eyes. The groom raises his bride's veil, his hands holding her face, and they stare at each other. The people start to cheer, and their clapping grows louder, and I can't even raise my hands. I just watch them-I watch them intently as I listen to my heart pounding. The groom leans in and finally kisses his bride. He's kissing... my bride. I swallow the lump in my throat and lick my lips. I blink several times to push back the tears I want to fall and force myself to clap and plaster a smile on my face. That's it, Jath. Who would've thought the best thing you could do for the person you love so much was to clap at her wedding with somebody else? Ha, you were planning to give her the whole world, but she's already living in his. What a joke. I endure the sight of my first love and her groom facing us as they hold hands. The smile on her face is the kind of smile I haven't seen in my entire life-one that I devoted to loving her. She never smiled at me like that. I bite my tongue as I stop myself from clapping and watch the people stand up as they walk down the aisle, people cheering and celebrating with them, as I turn my back away from my bride. Seven years. I waited seven years to see the woman I love marry somebody else.
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