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Suicide Cinderella

Leituras 6,203
Votos 191
Capítulos 9
Tempo 27m

Leituras 6,203
Votos 191
Capítulos 9
Tempo 27m

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She likes the idea of death. He likes the sight of blood. Nobody cares about her. He cares about nobody. She wants to die. He wants to kill.   "Yes, I am a murderer. I've been planning to kill someone for weeks, months years. Many, many ways. But I have never been successful. Yes, I am a murderer. But the only person I've been planning to kill is... Myself."Todos os Direitos Reservados

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𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀 -Pyscho's Heartbeat , de aimanpinks

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. "You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger. He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not. "You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw. His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin. Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew. He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho. "Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.

My short stories, de n3v34m1nd

I wrote some short stories out of enjoyment. None are connected in any way. Some are dark, others have suicidal actions and thoughts, a few deal with "break-ups".

Maybe? - A Kryoz x Reader, de glxssynarvi

(THIS BIO MAKES NO SENSE, I'M ONLY KEEPING THIS STORY CUZ SOME COMMENTS ARE FUNNY ASF AND THIS STORY HAS DONE WELL) [COMPLETED] Y/n breathed in. And breathed out. She was nervous, her nerves were getting to her. "You'll be okay..." Y/n sighed. Y/n closed her eyes... And jumped. (TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF-HARMERS AND LIGHT-MINDED PEOPLE!! MANY ROUGH TOPICS COVERED, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS!!) [16,588 Words Total in this story]

The Death Of Me, de HannahxGracex

A girl has her problems, no matter what happens. There will always be a biological problem with a girl, even if she denies the problem’s existence. She will have your days whenever she is down. Her problems... killing her soul little by little. But she doesn’t always want the death to be apart of her. As she fights her depression, the numbers of scars rising and the blood being lost, Ever-Grace finds herself losing herself. With the departure of her friends companionship and her boyfriend’s love, will she ever be the same ever again? Will she ever be in love with herself like she used to be? With sanity ever be apart of her everyday life like it used to be? Will it come so easily like it once was...? Will anything ever be the same like it used to be or will it ever not? There are so many questions to be answered but nothing that the tendency of being answered. As time passes by with all the stupid emotion, she loses herself. She loses the love for herself that might never return. Or will it? Nothing is guaranteed. Not even the death of me.

Brøkëñ Líês (Completed), de TaylorAllen036

Whenever you saw her, she was always smiling. She never showed an ounce of sadness. Her stories unravel as you get to know her and deep within yourself, you dont believe it. How can someone who seems so perfect be so broken? She finds love, but to her its not real. She's scared of it. You wanna know the truth but she wont tell you. She's afraid of you, but she's afraid of herself even more. Will she ever be free from her BROKEN LIES?

Have You Looked Into Her eyes, de MeaCxn

Have you asked her if she's alright? Did she tell you she was fine? Did you walk away thinking she was fine? or did you look into her eyes and ask "Are you really ok?" Alex thought the world was better without her. She protected everyone and thought, who will protect her? She didn't realise someone was protecting her, especially since her parents died three years ago. Drake, a boy who flirts with every girl he sees has seen Alex and has been treating her differently from everyone else. Alex is shy, depressed, suicidal and has anxiety but Drake has secrets of his own.

Yours Forcefully, de romanticcrazyone

She - Innocent, shy, clumsy, naïve 19 year old beautiful girl who's trying to face the challenges life is throwing at her. With no parents besides her, she tries her best to impress her aunt who hates her. With a jealous cousin, she tries her best to cope up with her college life who loves to give her shocking surprises. But what will happen when she'll face the true devil? Will he break her or will gather her broken pieces of heart?? He- Ruthless, arrogant, cruel 25 years old handsome CEO of top multinational company and the King of underworld who'll ruin everything coming in his way. With hateful parents, he's trying his best to avoid them and not to kill them. With thousands of enemies, he's at his best to scare them off. But what will happen when he'll face a true angel in this cruel world? Will she fix him or will run away from him like everyone else?? ----------------------------------------- "........now you may kiss the bride". I froze. I didn't want him to kiss me. I wanted to hide somewhere and never come back. Lucifer slowly turned me towards him. He lift up my veil and pulled my waist tightly until I was completely pressed against him. Then he whispered "welcome to my world, wife" and kissed me hard on my lips. It was more like a punishment kiss. I tried to push him but he bite my lips hard. Now tears were streaming down my face. After some minutes he released me and wipe my tears and kissed me on my forehead. People were clapping. Celebrating my doom.

The Reason Why I Smile, de E_Shock

At age seven, all Lillian wanted was to play with her Barbie dolls and wear mismatched clothes. At age ten, she wanted to be popular and covered in make-up. At age thirteen, those dreams crushed her and she stopped eating and started cutting. At age sixteen, she was barely visible to the world. She was neglected, abused and raped everyday by her stepfather. With scars all around and no food in her stomach, she was ready to give up. Until, one boy changed her life completely. He showed her that life can be happy, even if you're not what most people want.

BEAUTIFUL PAIN, de cindyalas

YOU GOTTA READ TO BELIEVE. PEOPLE CUT BECAUSE OF PAIN. THEY THINK PAIN IS ALWAYS THE WAY OUT OF PAIN. WELL GUESS WHAT? PAIN = PAIN YOU CAN'T TAKE AWAY PAIN WITH PAIN. "IT TAKES SECONDS TO SLICE BUT THEN YOU FIND YOURSELF DOING IT FOR MINUTES. THEN MINUTES TURN TO HOURS. THEN THE HOURS TURN TO DAYS. DAYS TURN TO WEEKS. WEEKS TURN TO MONTHS. MONTHS TURN TO YEARS. AND YEARS TURN TO DARKNESS. " ~ ME BE YOURSELF MAN. BE PROUD OF WHO YOU ARE. EVEN IF IT SOUNDS CORNEY. NEVER LET NO ONE TELL YOU, YOY AIN'T BEAUTIFUL. ~ EMINEM.

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𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀 -Pyscho's Heartbeat cover

My short stories cover

Maybe? - A Kryoz x Reader cover

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Brøkëñ Líês (Completed) cover

Have You Looked Into Her eyes cover

Yours Forcefully cover

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𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀 -Pyscho's Heartbeat

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫. "You're a psycho, a crazy bastard," I spat out, my veins pulsing with anger. He can't, he can't save me because I'm his. Because I'm not. "You made me that, remember?" His bloodied hand approached my face, sending shivers down my spine as he gently traced my skin from my forehead, down to my cheekbones, and finally to my jaw. His warm blood left a trail on my face, causing my ribs to tighten and my limbs to tremble. His touch was electric and scorching, searing my skin. Hamdan Waseem had always been a soft sunshine in my eyes, but the figure before me now, smearing his warm blood on my face, is still Hamdan, yet a version I never knew. He's a monstrous version of himself, a psycho. "Calling me a psycho is an understatement because I'm much more than that six-letter word when it comes to you," he smirked devilishly, causing my stomach to churn.