Fear , All Caps
- LECTURAS 15
- Votos 2
- Partes 2
Concluida dom, oct 26, 2025<5 mins
In a world where death is mercy and memory is a weapon, Stealthstar must face the one person she couldn't save.
The letter has arrived. The hunt has begun. And fear-written in all caps-is back.
This is my own work, written when i was around 12 for a school contest. If it gains like 20 votes or something than I shall perhaps make a book about it. So like please have mercy.
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He doesn't believe in love. But someone is teaching him how to feel-one forbidden letter at a time. In a kingdom ruled by fear, the villain hides behind masks, shadows, and a heart untouched by mercy. No one dares speak his name-except her. Every week, she leaves him a letter. Unsigned. Untraceable. Unforgivable. But when the war ends and their paths finally cross, he doesn't realize the girl he's hunting... ...is the one who taught him how to feel.
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