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What Remains

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life reality understand

What remains of me is not what I used to be. Some days I feel like I know everything-every crack, every silence, every betrayal etched into my skin-and yet I walk through life as if I understand nothing at all. I grieve what I've lost, but I'm furious that I ever cared in the first place.

They say time heals, but I swear it only sharpens the edges. I laugh when I'm supposed to cry, and I cry when I should have grown numb by now. It's almost comical, the way life bruises you while pretending to teach you lessons. Black and white, they call it. But I live in the blur in-between, where rage and sorrow sit side by side like old friends who hate each other.

This is not a story of victories. This is a confession of fragments, a map of scars, the irony of surviving when survival itself feels like another wound. And yet here I am, telling it-because what remains deserves to be remembered, even if it hurts.All Rights Reserved

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Blind Lycan

I was just a normal girl, despite not being human. Growing up my life was shitty, but still I was glad to be alive despite how dead I felt inside. There wasn't a single person in the world that I could trust. Not a single person that I cared for. Until HE came. My boring life soon vanished, werewolves hunt me from all corners of the earth. Rogues, Alphas, and kings Alike. I was kidnapped, despite him telling people different. Everyone told me he was a monster, the beast that never loved, he didn't feel pain, or remorse. For a while I believed the stories and rumours, until I came to realise that the beast simply acted on the assumptions of others. They called him a beast. They treated him like an animal. So the animal he became. But I could see the pain, the agony that he feels every day of his life. Unable to see the world in colour ever again, completely blind in human form. Slowly I was falling for the Lycan, not realising that he was waiting to catch me. With enemies surrounding me, and old unfamiliar friends appearing out of thin air to reveal secrets that I had long forgotten, things get complicated. Lies are told, secrets are kept, and slowly but surely myself and the beast and ripping each other apart. Will we survive the wars? Or will it destroy us both? The truth is always revealed at one point, no matter how much it rips apart your happy little bubble. With an enemy stronger than us all, and older than time itself, how do we defend ourselves? He is coming for me, and he will kill everyone I've come to love if they step in his way. Little did any of us know that the key to the kings demise, was me. I have power beyond anything anyone has ever seen, I am the daughter of the mother moon, and he wants it. He wants it all. And he plans on burning those who even consider stopping him. READ TO FIND OUT... INCLUDES SWEARING, VIOLENCE AND MATURE SCENES