Dura The King
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A child that is blinded by the glass we call life, his eyes were taken from him and his eyes are given back through death. Someone loved has fallen into the earth but is also transcending to the heavens, Death follows him everywhere, Death tries to keep up behind him. Darkness also follows along not to far behind death, In order to have darkness there must be the light. To find the light he must find the truth, When the truth is told the light burns out. Once you turn back are you willing to accept death and whatever lies in the darkness?
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"I don't have a heart . " he said leaning away from her touch . her light was too overwhelming for the darkness inside his very soul . he was the true meaning of evil . he murdered his own brothers , slaughtered his very father and killed his mother what other evil could exist other than him ? yet his broken and battered soul needed some one to tell him he wasn't as evil as people thought he was . he needed to a light for his dark sinful soul. she stared at him . she knew he doesn't have a heart .she knew of his atrocities , she knew of his darkness , yet her soul wasn't as clean either . wherever she went she knew that path would always lead back to him . for some reason the darkness in his soul comforted her ." neither do I " "what are you doing" he looked up at her eyes and smiled "what do you think " his kiss landed again on her neck and she shuddered as a wave of pleasure hit her " get away from me " she said sounding unsure of her self gods she sounded pathetic . he chuckled and continued kissing her body , adoring it with his unholy touches , she struggled to keep her mind where it should be but her attempt was failing his touch gods his touch was sedative and she needed it . she sucked in air when his mouth landed on her nipples "vermol" she moaned . he continued sucking , touching and she kept moaning then he said"tell me to stop Regina if you don't I won't be able to" she knew she should the words were on her lips but the question was did she want him to stop?. dear readers this story is rated mature . it is my second story after a long time pls if you notice any mistakes pls correct me . just have fun and be sure to comment. oh and one more thing take care of your heart cos u may fall in loveConcluída
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They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.Concluída
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She lifted her hand to look at that holy thread around her wrist, the tinkling of her bangles now changed into rattling of Iron chains . Her hands were shaking because of those bruises she became too weak to lift that weight . She blankly stared at that thread while her mind kept wandering in the memories of that special personwhich bring a smile on her lips but more than happiness it has a scursum. She looked up at the sound of appoarching footsteps and suddenly cold dungeon began to burn . His inner rage is enough to turn everything to ash . Their eyes anchor each other's gaze . He takes some calculative steps and squats down in front of her . Tucking her hair strand behind ear he grasped her face staring at her gorgeous features which turn pale he asked in soft voice " Are you ok ? " She gerked her face away from his touch . He immediately holds her cheeks between his index finger and thumb digging them harshly in her soft skin , he made her to look at him demands harshly vibrating in rage " Who are you ? " She chuckled while looking down before dazzing in his eyes . Her face became red and a fire starts buring in her orbs . She leans forward and mutters over his lips "𝐇𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐯 𝐡𝐚𝐢..... 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐦 " " I am that scar to your soul...... Who gets salt or ointment " she graze his lips with her and continue " 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐨 𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐚 " " You will be in pain " ✷✷✷✷✷✷✷✷ This is my first time writing a story , so I hope you all will ignore my mistake . I don't want to hurt anyone this is just my wild imagination which I am trying to put in words . If you find it boring or confusing then I'll suggest you to read it until the tenth chapter I am sure you get your interest . I promised
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Sanity, what is it? The definition I often ask myself. I am so confused I don't know where to look. I am lost in the dark and can't find the light! Isn't that what our world is all about now? Darkness and death? Everyone I know is gone, what is left? Do I even deserve to live? Book 3 of 4.Concluída
Life was lonely before his only love died. Life stunk before he smoked. Life was futile before he was dead in his shoes. He has lost all hope, refusing to accept anything the world throws at him until he makes a timely friend to open his eyes before it is too late.
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