Donggo City
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Last published Mon, Jul 7, 2025
People say I'm strange. But I'm just observant.
I see things others ignore-the cracks in smiles, the weight behind words, the color of fear in someone's eyes.
No, I haven't killed anyone. But I've thought about it. Haven't you?
If you're reading this, you're already in too deep.
Welcome to Donggo City. Keep your eyes open.
(This is a revamped version of my original story 'ME')
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"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.
I'm not crazy (✔)
In this book fellow Reader, you are about to step into the shoes of a listener. You will listen to a person who has desperately been trying to find someone who will hear her out. You will listen to the unheard voice who has been rejected and criticized for speaking out loud; and the first thing this silenced and shut out voice will tell you is..."I'm not crazy" It's up to you if to believe her. ***************************************** Published: October 1, 2015 Completed: May 1, 2016 ☆Winner of University of Puerto Rico's Literary Competition under the category 'Short Story' ☆Winner of Spectre Awards 2018 under the category 'Thriller' Please don't copy my idea. This book is strictly owned by me. I am not the owner of the images shown in my book. #2 in Investigate #5 and #6 in Investigate #148 in Mystery/Thriller √ #181 in Mystery/Thriller #182 in Mystery/Thriller #271 in Mystery/Thriller #284 in Mystery/Thriller #377 in Mystery/Thriller #419 in Mystery/Thriller #491 in Mystery/Thriller #867 in Mystery/ThrillerComplete
The Bizarre Files from Aksamala's Twisted Mind II
I know you didn't come back out of longing. You came back out of curiosity. Because in the first book, I deliberately left some doors closed. Or maybe-just maybe-you're reading this because you're still single and lonely. Relax. Lonely people are often the ones who linger the longest in someone else's story. Especially when the story is messier than their own life. In these book, I open just enough for you to peek in- but never enough for you to feel at ease.![Replaceable Timelines: Book 1. [COMPLETED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/343720188-256-k614074.jpg)
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"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫." [Slow update] They say love feels like sunlight after winter. But no one warns you - sometimes, it burns. Sometimes, it scars. I never asked for obsession, for manipulation, or for love that feels like poison. He came like wildfire - raw, relentless, unapologetic. My first. My beautiful mistake. He was dangerous in the most beautiful way. Gentle with me, brutal with the world. Every moment with him was comfort laced with chaos. His love? Honey laced with venom - sweet, addicting, and lethal. He didn't cross lines. He erased them. In his madness, I mistook devotion. In cruelty, I saw protection. How do you run from someone who'd bleed to keep you breathing? He saw the cracks no one else noticed. Whispered promises in the dark. And a part of me clung to them. In his arms, the world ceased to exist. But the next storm didn't come with fire. It came in silence. He arrived like a shadow - watching, waiting, suffocating. He didn't touch me - not yet. But I felt him, like smoke in my lungs. He studied me. Then he moved. And when he did, everything changed. He didn't want to love me. He wanted to rewrite me. His silence screamed louder than words. He wanted me to destroy myself for him. Now, I'm torn between two kinds of insanity: One who would ruin the world to protect me. Another who would ruin me to make me his world. And I can't tell the difference anymore. They circle me like wolves, each calling it love. But love was never meant to feel like this. Was it? I used to believe love was a gift. Now I know - it's a gamble. A bloody one. And in this game of obsession and betrayal, I'm no longer sure who the real villain is. Because when both players would kill you for love... What does that make you?
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I just wrote some short story's and poems when I felt like it if you see this pls read and let me know what you think I want feedback.Complete
LAURA
Ahhhhh!!!, blood, brokenness and skin bruised and all red, I love it, I wanted to see more so I took my hand off her mouth which she nervously looked at me and asked why I am doing it. I said, I love you and you can go to the clinic now. Thank you!. She was my best friend I think since 3rd grade and I really liked her a lot, but when she ran to go for help she looked at me and said it again. You are really crazy, Laura! Why thank you, Jen!. Maybe I am and I love it!....That was the start of my journey as a kid who was found to be crazy and called many names like psycho, strange, weird, addict, drunk, skeezo...prenik...whatever and many more.Complete
His Unwanted Wife
A child marriage they never asked for. A future they never expected. She was just 13, he was 15, when their fates were bound by family and tradition. He walked away. She waited. Now she's 18, finally sent to live with the husband she barely knows... And he's 20, more distant, more bitter, and completely uninterested. To him, she's invisible. To her, he's everything she was promised-but never had. Will the boy who left ever become the man who stays? Can a marriage born in silence... ignite into something real? Child Marriage Hate-to-Love Invisible-to-Irresistible Forced Proximity / Living Together "Touch Her and You Die" Vibes Possessive Jealousy Slow Burn ObsessionComplete
Surrender to the dark
--- Nothing Is Everything. No one knows where it started... and no one knows when it'll end. She appears to be sweet, innocent, and soft - the kind of woman everyone would protect. But beneath that smile lies something far darker. A master of martial arts, a lethal markswoman, fluent in five languages, and cold as ice. She is the blade - sharp, deadly, and unforgiving - her innocence nothing but a façade. He fell for the illusion. He thought he could tame her. But he soon realized that she is not the fragile flower he believed her to be. She is the predator, and he... he is the prey. He doesn't love her. He never did. Yet, he gladly bleeds for her. He sacrifices for her. Why? Because, in his twisted obsession, he finds himself addicted to the darkness she offers - even if it's not love. It's the power she holds over him, the terror that runs through his veins every time she's near. He knows she'll destroy him, but he can't stop himself. He craves the pain, the danger, the chaos. For some reason, her cruelty is the only thing that makes him feel alive. Their bond is not one of love, but of possession. She doesn't need him to love her. She only needs him to submit, to obey, to bleed. And despite everything - despite the danger, despite the torment - he can't walk away. He is consumed by the thrill of being her prey, and in that twisted obsession, he finds his truth. In a world where everything is a game of power and manipulation, they are locked in a dance of survival. She is the blade, and he is the sacrifice. And in the end, nothing is what it seems - and everything is a price to pay. ---Complete
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"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.
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