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Still Orbit

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Naiyah thought she was living the dream. California sun. A great boyfriend she'd known for years, the kind you move across the country with. An apartment in an artist commune, with a rooftop garden that has a gorgeous view of the river. A job that felt cool enough to brag about. After graduating high school, she moved to Marin, hoping for a new beginning. But the dream frayed fast. The "artist's commune" was more vagabond compound than creative haven. And her boyfriend? Maybe wasn't so great after all. Her "dream job" was more like a nightmare... Nothing was like how she thought it would be. Reality didn't knock. It came flooding in. And with it came the rot, quiet at first, like moisture in the walls, like something you smell before you can see. The rooftop stopped feeling like a refuge. The river turned to sludge. The man she loved began to twist her words, then her sense of self. It wasn't a collapse, it was a slow unthreading. A life held together with hope and borrowed light, now fraying at every seam. She kept patching holes with whatever she could find, but it wouldn't hold. Not with him. Not here. So she left. Now she's stitching her life back together with a thread pulled from her own soul, or from what's left of it. Memory, ruin, and the kind of truth that doesn't ask permission. The "Thread Without Needle" series is for anyone who's ever walked away without apologizing. A story about silent unraveling, reclamation, and the quiet defiance of choosing yourself. Brought together by small mercies, fragmented victories, and soft things found in the wreckage... And what comes after, starting over with nothing... [The first installment of the Thread Without Needle series] [posting chapters weekly] [MATURE 18+]

His Possession door firstdis0rder

"Let me go, you sick, twisted, bastard!" I seethed through gritted teeth. I felt an uncontrollable amount of fear rake over my body. I soon began to shake. The fear that I pushed aside was bubbling up in my stomach, and I felt like I was going to yak. I swallowed the urge to do so, and gritted my teeth. Trust me, I wanted to yak all over this pretentious asshole. "Sorry kitten, not ever going to fucking happen." He said carelessly as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the dark road ahead of us, the road I surely didn't want to die on. "I'm not your fucking kitten!" I hissed. "Now let me out of this fucking car before I rip your balls off and shove them down your thr-" Before I could even finish my sentence the car swerved to the side of the road and came to a sudden stop, immediately sending me flying into the dash. My forehead collided with the roughness of the dash. I slowly pulled away and tried to sit back up, a small groan escaped my mouth as I rubbed my now bleeding forehead. I heard him rustling around, but couldn't see much due to the black spots in my vision. I heard the sound of something popping open and the sound of liquid being poured. I rubbed my head painfully and blinked several times. "Tell me kitten," I heard him say slyly. "Does this smell like chloroform?" He chuckled. Emily Watts, twenty years old and living alone in LA, due to her parents being drunken assholes. She had barely any money to her name, and worked at a small diner, trying to earn some money. Emily's life was in a constant loop, work and sleep. Until it was turned upside down when she meets the most powerful Mafia boss in Los Angeles. Luca Adorno. Will Emily be able to survive his ruthless tendencies? NUMBER 1 IN #HOSTAGE - 08/02/20 NUMBER 1 IN #KIDNAP - 09/07/20 Completed in 2019. (IN NEED OF AN EDIT)

Made For Me door saintsbaby333

Aaron Russo - Don of the Russo mafia. "To kill or be killed" He had many women in his life but the one thing he didn't do was love or relationships. He said it was a weakness, something people can exploit and hold against you, something he can't have being the head of the mafia. His main objectives are making money, killing traitors and over powering every other mob. That's until he laid eyes on her. Aaron Russo may not do love or relationships, but he knew she was going to be his. She was made for him. Florence Stan - First year uni student. Finally away from strict parents and boyfriend. Studying, making friends and partying is on her agenda for the next three years while she stays in accommodation. She wanted to see what she'd been missing over the years when her father wouldn't allow her to go out, that's untill she ends up at the wrong club at the wrong time. His club. Little did she know the "freedom" she thought she'd just gained would disappear once again. She would no longer be her father's property but his. •• "Well you didn't think I'd just sit here, accept your deal and fall at your knees begging for you to be with me forever, did you?" I smile at her causing her smile to drop. "Don't answer that, you proved you were a freak when you kidnapped me. Anyways, since I have lived with my father for 18 years, I know what men like you and him are like, there's no way for me to get out of this. So, for the next two years I will do everything to make you hate me, I will make you wish you never brought me into your life. By time It gets to the end you will be begging my father to take me back." I slowly get up and walk around the table till I'm right in front of her. Her breathing hitches as I sit on the desk with my hands on my knees, bent down inches away from her face "Princess, I don't beg, the only person who will be begging is you when you want me to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. Don't make empty threats again

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I ran downstairs into the living room, my heart pounding as I found all my brothers gathered around Nefeli. Her eyes were frantic, scanning the room, desperately searching for me. The scream that bastard had let out earlier must have reached her... The moment our eyes met, she practically threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around me so tightly I could barely breathe. I stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. I hugged her back anyway... Even though I had no idea what was going on. "Thank God you're safe" she murmured in my ear, her voice trembling, leaving me even more confused. I glanced at my brothers. They all looked just as lost as I was. Except for Aiden and Alex. They were motioning for me to hold on. "Of course I'm okay, Nefeli. What happened?" I asked, my heart tightening. I hated seeing her like this, so worried and panicked. "I-I heard Alex and Aiden talking in Italian!" she stammered, her eyes wide with panic. "They said something about the Mafia! Are we being threatened by the Mafia?" Her voice cracked, and tears threatened to spill from her brown eyes. The room fell silent for a moment. My brothers exchanged looks, and then, without warning, we all burst into laughter. Nefeli stared at us, completely confused. Cole, finally calming down, wiped his eyes and looked at her with a smile. "Love" he said, his voice smooth, "we're not being threatened by the Mafia." he let the words settle in the air for a second. "We are the Mafia." • • • _______________________________________________________ ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ Mentions of abuse, violence, harsh language, bad mental health, and light depression! Also, I don't own any of the photos! • • • ENGLISH IS NOT MY MOTHER LANGUAGE, I'M SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL OR VOCABULARY MISTAKES! • • • Please read 'Before You Read' in the first character chap! It's very important! • • • Started: October 4th, 2020 Finished: March 6th, 2021

A Witch's Scorn- Book I door writer_nn

⚠️This book does feature abusive and mature/sexual themes, scenarios, and language. ⚠️I do not own the rights to the photo used as my book cover. ---------------------------- "Without you, I am nothing." ---------------------------- Long before I ever knew you, I loved you. There isn't enough words spoken in such a lifetime to describe all that you meant to me, but I will give my life wishing that you will once again hear me. To long for a love--how strange it will be to dream of you again. So close to forever, the fated is fate. For as long as the clocks of our two worlds coincide so shall our paths. Even still, the next time that we cross, even in death the price will remain a life. Fate doesn't bend nor does it break. So which fate is their true destiny? ---------------------------- ⚠️You don't have to read the entire trilogy to understand the storyline in this particular book, but there will be character and scene crossovers occasionally. #10 in Ethereal on 08/16/2020 3rd Place in the Angel Awards '20

Trapped door secretreads_shhh

I watched as he walks closer to me making take a step back, his green eyes has darken and filled with rage I continue to step back but was soon stopped by the wall I started to tremble in fear. " Wanna say that again love?" He says towering over me, I couldn't speak I opened my mouth but nothing came out he was going to hurt me " Love.. I don't like to repeat myself I'm not a very patient man but if you don't give me an answer there is going to be blood on this floor and it's not going to be mine" he says calmly I couldn't hold back tears no more "You can't just come and own me like some piece of property!" I sobbed looking everywhere else but him I spoke up again " I'm not yours and never will be-" I was cut of by a hand gripping around my neck lifting me off the ground my hands immediately started trying to pull off his hand around my neck, but he didn't budge. " who said you had a choice" he says looking deep into my eyes, I slowly felt my throat closing up I tried harder to get his hand away but he was too strong I started to get less and less air "I'm going to say this once so listen close" my lungs start to burn as he leans in my ear " you're mine and mine only " He says before dropping me onto the ground I fell on my knees breathing greedily for air..... Alani Jones has a terrible past that is wanted to keep in the dark but that doesn't last when she finds out that her best friend's brother, has his eye on her, weather she likes it or not she is his and no one can tell him different.

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AADHYA, a single 33 year old woman, suffers the long painful Stuck of life because of her dark past and not-so-helping family and society. She knows past can't be changed, present can't be lost but life isn't easy to handle especially with wounds and scars to taint your soul. She wanted to rise not to give up. She had met beautiful Angels SAILJA and AARAV to feel beauty of Light behind this scary darkness but still, she needed a stronger hand to pull her up. One day that blissful hand appeared unexpectedly through the foggy light when she came across ANDRE AGOSTARO through her distraction, Instagram. At first she just kept looking at that Hand, wondering about its strength, about the world behind the fog. Her dim eyes learning to adjust with this new light. Meanwhile, something was happening silently. Her fears were dying, wounds were healing and scars were fading unknowingly. Soon she found out this Change too when her heart started to beat different, dreams started to appear, desires started to peek and smile started to paint her lips. She realized that it's not an ordinary hand, it's the Hand of Destiny, hand of Her Moon. She doubted her luck at first. Darkness of past started to haunt her willpower. She stepped back but then one good look at her moon and an inside push made her hand stretch forward. She got up and Andre pulled her out of the prison of darkness. Beautiful world astonished her. Her eyes got burnt with bright light when she found out her moon isn't only Hers. It's already Taken. Dark clouds appeared strongly again, tried to pull her back but she didn't give in. She grasped the Hand of Destiny, her Moon strongly and kept walking far away from the darkness and start a new journey. A Journey of Beginnings with her Moon. 'US'is almost impossible for them but there will never even be 'Her' without ANDRE now. She wouldn't give up on the Blissful Love destiny has portrayed in front of her even if it means to be only The NIGHT FLOWER , Her Moon.

OceanSight Blogs door OceanSingh04

Hi, A few years back I began my blogger's journey. Now it's time when I archive them all here and share with you all. But before that let me do the little formality and introduce you the blogger, the writer, the artist behind this all. Hey I'm Ocean, a dreamy girl, who has completed her college studies of fashion designing from a few years back and then stepped into the writing world. Though writing was already a big part of me since my school days, but now it has become a professional practice too. Other than writing and designing, I pretty much like photography and travelling. And the things which I love to do in my free time is dancing, listening to music - hindi classicals, qawwali, ghazal, indie-pop or fusions are my favourite, other than that watching movies/series - Classics, Rom-Com, Action, Thrill, Sci-Fi - ALL! and studying film-making. Behind the scenes always hit different to me. So, the big question! What this blog archive is about? And the answer is - it's about all those things which interests me and how I have worked around it and published them as blogs. Yes, it includes everything, things I just mentioned above. And all the things I find fascinating, the things I write about, think about and feel about. The things we share with people and the things which we do not share with people. A place - where thoughts, imagination and creation are put together. The world is seen differently every next day and yet it seems the same. To add one more difference or maybe show a similarity, I'm here to put the view from OceanSight! This is about everything for everyone or maybe a single thing for just that someone, who knows! The raindrops fall down equally towards the ground, how they are embraced and how they are accepted is totally different! So, those, who are interested in exploring new things OR connect with old memories, are welcome... here! Thank You! Te veo pronto!

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Proposal of Submission - Psychic the Saga door TheShdwStr9000

Hello, I want to first thank you for taking the time to read my proposal, as I know that there are many others you must work through who have done the same as I; please, trust me when I say that your attention is greatly appreciated. I am messaging you today because I wish to submit a selection of excerpts taken from the series of science fiction/science fantasy stories I have written; called Psychic the Saga. I'm a former United States Marine, and a currently enrolled Aerospace Engineering undergrad at the University of Central Florida in Orlando. Over the course of the last eight years, during which the earlier stated experiences have occurred in my adult life, I have continually written the story I am now presenting for your consideration. Outside of writing as a hobby, and what was needed when submitting assignments, my only writing credential is a published engineering research paper in the European Physical Letters: 'Tailorable Twisting of Biomimetic Scale-Covered Substrate'; of which, my main contributions were that of the experimentation, and the editing/proofreading of the paper. In regards to my submission, the story of Psychic follows our trio and the rest of their friends as they fight for peace and stability within the newly unveiled realm of psychics, once hidden amongst the world for untold millennia. The statistics of Book One are as follows: word count = ~205279, page count = ~396, target audience = young/new adult (16~34 yr. of age). The reasoning behind this age range is two-fold: the concepts, morals and lessons, themes, and situations/ problems faced by the main characters are both relatable and beneficial for this age group; also yes, there is foul language, and yes there are very visceral depictions of violence. Also also (lol), I wish to give a disclaimer in terms of any romance, love, or anything else similar; I intentionally never take the story beyond anything more intimate than a kiss. So there. Sincerely, and with the utmost gratitude,

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Thread Without Needle

Naiyah thought she was living the dream. California sun. A great boyfriend she'd known for years, the kind you move across the country with. An apartment in an artist commune, with a rooftop garden that has a gorgeous view of the river. A job that felt cool enough to brag about. After graduating high school, she moved to Marin, hoping for a new beginning. But the dream frayed fast. The "artist's commune" was more vagabond compound than creative haven. And her boyfriend? Maybe wasn't so great after all. Her "dream job" was more like a nightmare... Nothing was like how she thought it would be. Reality didn't knock. It came flooding in. And with it came the rot, quiet at first, like moisture in the walls, like something you smell before you can see. The rooftop stopped feeling like a refuge. The river turned to sludge. The man she loved began to twist her words, then her sense of self. It wasn't a collapse, it was a slow unthreading. A life held together with hope and borrowed light, now fraying at every seam. She kept patching holes with whatever she could find, but it wouldn't hold. Not with him. Not here. So she left. Now she's stitching her life back together with a thread pulled from her own soul, or from what's left of it. Memory, ruin, and the kind of truth that doesn't ask permission. The "Thread Without Needle" series is for anyone who's ever walked away without apologizing. A story about silent unraveling, reclamation, and the quiet defiance of choosing yourself. Brought together by small mercies, fragmented victories, and soft things found in the wreckage... And what comes after, starting over with nothing... [The first installment of the Thread Without Needle series] [posting chapters weekly] [MATURE 18+]