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"I closed my eyes tight, trapping in all the tears and I tightened my fist to release my anger. All I could hear was my heart beating faster and faster. All I could feel was the wind brushing against my hair. If I was truly destined for greatness, like Matty said, then why had my life led me to this moment so soon, the moment of my death. I took a deep breath in, and I jumped. It wasn't a scary fall, but it felt as if I was floating. For once in my life, I was at peace. I wished that this would go on forever, but it couldn't. So instead, I counted to ten in my head, knowing that ten would be my last thought in this world. As I counted, my entire life flashed before my eyes. My family and friends, I was to miss them all. Mom, Alex, Dad...Matty. Oh how I was going to miss him. His eyes, his hair, his hands, his touch, his laugh. My thoughts went on and on about Matty, but by the time I reached ten, everything went black."
        Leah Andrews
        1997-2015All Rights Reserved

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infatuation // m.h by subsectionss

"Please don't go." "I'm sorry." "I hate you." "Can we go somewhere?" "I forgive you." "Do you actually love me?" "I don't want to be here anymore." "I fucking love you." "I'm sorry." "Please stay." These were things said often between the two. They were so enthralled in each other. They couldn't get enough. Skin to skin wasn't close enough. Kissing constantly. Driving with hands gripping thighs. Hands tangled in hair. Nails clawing backs. Eyelashes brushing cheeks. Heads resting on chests. They wanted nothing more than to crawl into each other, and never come out. Say goodbye to the rest of the world and crawl away into their own. They loved each other so much that hand holding and neck kissing wasn't enough. Sex wasn't nearly as close as they'd like to be. They wrapped limbs through limbs and never wanted to let go. They couldn't stop. But minutes feel like hours spent apart. They spent hours in each other's arms. Listening to music, driving, singing, loving, living. They couldn't bare time apart. She was obsessed with him and he was in love with her. They romanticised each other. They wrote poetry and songs and lyrics and melodies about each other. He was hers and she was his. They belonged to each other. They smoked together and drank together and they couldn't stop. Maybe it was unhealthy. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was toxic, doomed to end badly. Maybe it'd kill them. (Maybe the drugs would.) Maybe they were being dangerous. Maybe this would be the death of them. But they didn't care. *smut warning in quite a few chapters lmaoo* published 2015

ghosts by lotusdotpng

"Who are you and how did you get in my house?" By this point, I looked more human than ghostly. "I'm a ghost." I spoke. "Oh really? Then, if you're a ghost, this won't-" He swung his bat and it goes through my body. "go through.." He whispers and stumbles backwards. --------------------- fem!reader x shane madej she/her pronouns TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of suicide, death, etc. the one time that shane madej /will/ believe in ghosts. spotify playlist based on this book: "ghosts" by cosmodotjpeg (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4hzTo5ue3hghVQENgJ23lb?si=Esx9GMZ1Q_mjHQpc9bNiRQ&utm_source=copy-link)

The Scryer ✔️ by VeroniqueLeNoir

"What are you doing babe," Jim's disembodied voice asked her. "I want to talk to you." "You are," his voice said, almost laughing at her. "Yes, but I want to hear you with my ears, not just in my head. I want to see your face again." "Okay. Well, you still have the little scrying mirror coin-thingy, right?" "It's not enough. I want to hold your hand in mine. I want to kiss your lips...I need to feel you again." "I know. You will one day. Soon." Hannah Stolzfus AKA Gabrielle Winston walked between two realms and lost herJim because of it...murdered by the Demon King by way of her unconditional love for her husband. Six months had passed after Jim's death when Chris, a friend from her ghost-hunting days, first approached her with his new "memorial bot," a brand new program that could communicate utilizing various algorithms; that could text and talk via phone and computer. But there were unexplained glitches; ghosts in the machine, he called them. He wanted her professional opinion as a psychic...Were they really ghosts? Knowing that Chris's dream was robotics, she wondered if he could take it a step further into a realm known only to science fiction? What if he could successfully create an android? What if he could create it so that it looked like Jim? What if he could make it sound like him...move like him...behave like him...Be like him? In every way possible...The perfect lure to attract the greedy Demon King. An original story about a love lost and a love reinvented...Like an amazing dream we sometimes wish to continue once we awaken, perhaps best left up to chance? Or not at all... Hannah is a young woman born of Amish ancestry with a secret. A secret so volatile that her entire family would be ousted or worse and to top it off, the souls of all of humanity hang in the balance. Free will's a bitch.

Happy Ending? by nevergetrobbed

I panickedly walked down the now empty hallway I heard some footsteps behind me I turned around to see the idiot who was NOT my GIRLFRIEND. "Don't follow me," I said loud and kept walking. But that idiot couldn't understand a hint "If you Do not stop following me I swear to the goddess I'm going to hurt you," I turned around to look at her "Look I'm sorry I didn't mean that to happen" "You didn't mean to tell the whole school that we are a couple when I have literally only ever talked to you one time?"I asked angrily. "Well yeah I did mean to do that," She answered with a frown trying to think about what to say. But I didn't give her a chance as I accidentally lifted my foot and hit her hard in between her legs. I felt something as my foot connected with her crotch but I didn't think about it As she fell on the empty hallway. Holding her hand in between her legs While saying something like Goddess and hot. I didn't listen as I walked out of the school hallway and left her there. This book has trigger warnings such as Abuse,BDSM,Strong Language,Mentally Unstable,Health Issues,Sexual, Violence,Addiction,Drugs,Alcoholic,Mention of Child Abuse,Death,Foster-system,Mommy Issues,Daddy Issues, Homophobia, sexist And Racists. If I missed something please tell me so I can put it there. THIS IS FOR 18+ ONLY Stay safe y'all 👋🏾👋🏾 PS, don't forget to vote and comment, I wanna know what y'all think! Cover made by @Nightmare1928

Unfinished, You and I by joshuabrycebarata

We never really got to finish our story Travis, so I will. This is what I saw for us. I hope this story finds you. I hope you read this with an open mind and heart. This is simply what I saw for our future. I can't say I fell for you from our first text messages together, but it definitely started to grow over time when I started to get to know you. I can definitely say that I fell in love with you the first night we hung out together though. 4/18/21. We went to eat at The American Dream and we talked about various things. I can't exactly remember all we talked about because the only thing I could think was 'he is the one.' We're on different paths now and honestly, you're starting to slip from my memories. There's a quote that states ' Love is like sand. If you hold on too tight it starts to slip from your fingers, but if you let go it'll stay', and I can honestly say I held on as tight as I could. So this story is kind of what I saw for us after the fact we had met already. This is what I believe would've happened if we never said goodbye. Here we go...

The Mental Choices by NandFbooks

Taylor lied to me all these years and i couldn't believe i was blinded to see it happening. It was true i loved him but i have ask myself if i love him like that way. My phone beeped and i jumped up. Taylor-Dont be mad Me-Im not Taylor-Okay so... Me-So... Taylor- Meet in Masons backyard Me- Okay I grabbed my coat and went to the back to see taylor smiling at me. He came closer into the doorway and he kissed me and i kissed back. He lead me to the couch where we made out. Soon we were out of breath and all our clothes were off. There was a noise at the door and i pushed Taylor out the house and ran into the kitchen. Mason came in. "Where were you?" I asked he smiled and played with my hair -------------------- Reed always lived with her dad since her mom died and now she has to live with his new wife. and a brother the big change makes reeds life spiral out of control.

Fallen Angel (Daryl Dixon) by ReneeWang2

The sun beat down on my dirt covered face, making my skin feel tight. The ropes burned my skin as I struggled to get my arms free. The screams from the other women seemed to last for hours, then silence. I knew that the dead would come for us soon. (How did I get myself into this situation, and how am I going to get out?) Think, Leah, you have to survive this, think hard. I could hear them coming in the distance. There's not much time left. The others had faded away, and I had to use them to save my life. What has my life come to?- was my thought as I pulled layers of skin back from a girl I had only known for a short time. Her name was Carly with short blonde hair and sky blue eyes. "Thank you, Carly, for helping me," I whispered as I smeared her blood on my face. I began to feel weak. How long has it been, and how long can I survive? As I contemplated these questions, my mind began to slowly sink into darkness... They are closer now, and soon I'll be free...was my last thoughts.

Shadows by Angelwolf78

Her voice trembles. "You can stop pretending. It clearly isn't working," Please believe my lies. "I didn't think she would be so quick to catch on." Her mother declares, Staring at Reanna's tangled hair down to her mud cover feet, with a twig poking through one. "Considering her state," "You were wrong, she isn't an easy meal," Liam gave Reanna a smile that reaches his ears. His childish voice shifts into a deep crumbly tone. "She's the feast," ________________________ After dying one Christmas night on the icy roads of her hometown, Reanna Ericka finds herself in the Afterlife. Looking like she just came out of war, she has no memories of how she got the bit marks on her skin or the torn dress on her body. She only remembers her death. She decides to fulfill the promise that she made to her older sister when they were children. To meet each other in the afterlife if something happened to them. Two years earlier, her sister died in a college shooting, leaving Reanna with their abusive parents and younger brother, Liam. In the afterlife, Reanna hears her brother's pleas for help. She runs into a dead forest to save him. Unknowing that the forest is filled with monsters that pretend to be your loved ones just to eat you. Soon after avoiding her second death she learns that she had a life in the afterlife as an angel. She decides to find her memories and reunite with her sister. Travelling to Heaven with a guardian angel, and Death himself. She learns the many rules of survival in the afterlife in her travels. The first rule: Trust No One.

My Life Being Dead by bellaholmes58

Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

Fate's Return (Twisted Fate, Book 2) by SashaLeighS

"Something is special about you. I don't know what they know, but you need to prepare. Okay? Can you do that for me?" David's words stayed with Alyssa, though she doesn't remember hearing them, and has forgotten her brush with Death, the in-between, and almost all of her memories of the time that she spent with David. After a year of training, mourning the boy she loved and lost, Alyssa thinks she's ready for anything. She's fast, strong, and fearless. But when strange things begin to happen, Aly thinks she's lost her mind. How is she supposed to fight something she can't see? Nothing is as it seems, and she soon realizes everybody has a hidden agenda. The only question is: are they friend or foe? With new friends and danger lurking in the shadows, Aly doesn't know who to trust. As her birthday draws near, she needs protection, but feels alone . . . Or is she? When you can't trust yourself, who can you turn to?

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infatuation // m.h

"Please don't go." "I'm sorry." "I hate you." "Can we go somewhere?" "I forgive you." "Do you actually love me?" "I don't want to be here anymore." "I fucking love you." "I'm sorry." "Please stay." These were things said often between the two. They were so enthralled in each other. They couldn't get enough. Skin to skin wasn't close enough. Kissing constantly. Driving with hands gripping thighs. Hands tangled in hair. Nails clawing backs. Eyelashes brushing cheeks. Heads resting on chests. They wanted nothing more than to crawl into each other, and never come out. Say goodbye to the rest of the world and crawl away into their own. They loved each other so much that hand holding and neck kissing wasn't enough. Sex wasn't nearly as close as they'd like to be. They wrapped limbs through limbs and never wanted to let go. They couldn't stop. But minutes feel like hours spent apart. They spent hours in each other's arms. Listening to music, driving, singing, loving, living. They couldn't bare time apart. She was obsessed with him and he was in love with her. They romanticised each other. They wrote poetry and songs and lyrics and melodies about each other. He was hers and she was his. They belonged to each other. They smoked together and drank together and they couldn't stop. Maybe it was unhealthy. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was toxic, doomed to end badly. Maybe it'd kill them. (Maybe the drugs would.) Maybe they were being dangerous. Maybe this would be the death of them. But they didn't care. smut warning in quite a few chapters lmaoo published 2015