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Jocoxire's Diary.

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Crackle. Snap. Goes. The fire. Bing bang, the demon breaks. Clickety clack, from the fire he escapes. Slash claw, he's a dragon. Burning terror, he is destructive. Screeching pain, death of young. Souls searching, A new one comes. Safely hidden, he puts them far from hell and close to heaven. Dull and empty, as your life as he sees it. Off and odd, new as can be. Lost love, broken over a child. Redemption over fear, something could not optian. Crying with tears, the sorrow of my words. Bristle your fears, with sticks sharper than the eye. Sight and hearing, skills that are needed. War and death, none shall beat him. Sensations of hurt, you will see as you look into the demons eyes. Listening with stupidity, He tells his story because yours ends with death. Promises untold, because he knows he won't keep them. Unfaithful and untruthful, is what you will feel as his skin is pierced by the blood of others. Love and hatred is all you could think of. What if, is what you will know,
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Burn to ash by kageryuu

You never cried or complained. I can't remember a time when you didn't have a smile on your face but I knew one thing. That you were afraid. You afraid for other because you are kind and gentle. You were afraid for their softly because you are strong. You were afraid for them because mother had told you, to always be strong and always be gentle. Grow to be kind But more than anything, I think you were afraid of becoming like father who is sad, angry, and heartbroken. So you promised to mother's grave that you would always save others above yourself. That you would pick the greater good. That you would pick them over me. You told me, that if a day come when he has to decide between me and the world, he would save the world. You told me not to pick you, because you would never pick me but I'd already loved you, from the moment our eyes met across the field. I fell in love with your strength, your kindness, your gentleness, and your dedication because mother had told me, Always smile and always love. Grow to be forgiving. And so I forgive you

Only His (mafia romance) by Baexwrites

He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you... yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break-I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**

PHANTASM BLUES || Suna Rintarou x Reader x Kita Shinsuke by caxsthetic

To be in love was something that any human would live for. And to be loved, was something that any human would die for. Your life was perfect. You have your first love that was now become your fiancé, the two of you have a stable income, a wonderful beach house, and a future that was written so neatly that everyone could see it. But then, what would happen if something that you hide for years started to jeopardize your perfect life? A secret that once again, appeared to shook another relationship that you had. When it ignited tragedy after tragedy; the loss of your life pieces, him losing someone that he loves, him having you but never all of you-everything burns so fast like a wildfire in a span of days. Could you stop the fire even after the damaged were done?

His Shayari, Her Sparks by Thesynthetic_ayu

"You were the biggest mistake of my life! The worst regret I ever had!" My voice lashed out, sharp and unforgiving. My chest heaved, fists trembling. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it. But the words were out, irreversible. Akshara froze, her wide, tear-filled eyes locked onto mine. "You don't trust me?" she whispered, her voice barely holding together. "I did it for you. They sai-" Her voice broke, a lone tear slipping down her cheek. My heart twisted painfully. "You should have told me!" I roared, my knees giving out as I crashed onto the cold marble floor. My hands clutched my chest, as if trying to hold my breaking heart together. "You should have FUĆKING TOLD ME!" ----------------- Breaking News "The famous Shekhawat elder son was found dead in a tragic car accident late last night. The police are investigating possible foul play..." My phone slipped from my grasp, hitting the floor with a dull thud. The words blurred as my vision swam with tears. No. No. No. My breath hitched, my body trembling violently. This can't be him. This can't be real. "NO!" My scream shattered the silence. My knees buckled, and I collapsed, sobs wracking my body. The last thing I ever said to him-those cruel, unforgivable words-replayed in my mind. I never got to take them back. And now... I never would. 🖊💫 His Shayari, Her Sparks She's a no-filter, caffeine-fueled almost-engineer. He's a mischievous poet with a storm behind his words. Sarcasm meets poetry, chaos meets charm-but behind the banter, both hide unspoken scars. Will love give their secrets a voice, or will silence keep them apart? A tale of wit, wounds, and the poetry of love.

𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 by author_liaa

"𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏" previously known as "entangled with pain" 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 2 𝐈𝐍 "𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄" 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒♡︎ "𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚" -his pov "I'll win her heart, marry her for revenge. I will turn her life into a living hell." Then story took a turn! -Also his pov "Bohot pyaar karta hu usse, Lekin kho diya mene, Kho diya mene meri Tara ko, mere pyaar ko" (I loved her deeply, but I lost her. I lost my Tara, I lost my love) Aman and Tarini's story is about two hearts that were never meant to meet, but destiny had other plans. He was cold and guarded, she was gentle and full of dreams. In a world of misunderstandings, revenge, and hidden pain, their paths crossed. What started as anger slowly turned into care, and before they knew it, love found them - even when they tried their best to fight it.

𝓐𝓷 𝓞𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓔𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 by Synonymous_Boost

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VENOM by Foreveryourbest

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Fall Into Me (Into Me Series Book Three) by Panemobsession

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Burn to ash

You never cried or complained. I can't remember a time when you didn't have a smile on your face but I knew one thing. That you were afraid. You afraid for other because you are kind and gentle. You were afraid for their softly because you are strong. You were afraid for them because mother had told you, to always be strong and always be gentle. Grow to be kind But more than anything, I think you were afraid of becoming like father who is sad, angry, and heartbroken. So you promised to mother's grave that you would always save others above yourself. That you would pick the greater good. That you would pick them over me. You told me, that if a day come when he has to decide between me and the world, he would save the world. You told me not to pick you, because you would never pick me but I'd already loved you, from the moment our eyes met across the field. I fell in love with your strength, your kindness, your gentleness, and your dedication because mother had told me, Always smile and always love. Grow to be forgiving. And so I forgive you