Live For Me

Live For Me

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Kiara is a girl that never have liked herself. The name Kiara was meant to be her name as it means darkness and feminine. With her beautiful figure, people might think she is a cheerleader. And with her sophisticated silence, who wouldn't want her. The only person she could call as a boyfriend by force was Eric, a 30 year old man , desperate for love. Her materialistic drugged dad hold every decision in his hands if its full of money. As she never had a chance to make a choice of herself in life stopped her from having a love life each girl dream to have. Never wanting for it to become more complicated. She doesn't want people to worry. She will never be the center of attention if she is dead, the only solution for her. People will forget about her since she never played a role in school, life and home itself. All she wanted was not to be a burden to others. Before she could do anything, a boy that made her as his only exception. Maybe it's all because of curiosity who made him came to her but he changed her whole perspective of life with happiness. She saw another way with him in it, the light to happiness, maybe. "Please, live for me" I kissed the palm of the person i always wanted to live with, grow old with and die with. But the person is going first, i wont let that person slip away.
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Kiara was never meant to have a name, never meant to have dreams of her own. Created in a lab, shaped by hands that saw her as nothing more than a resource, she spent her life in the shadows of another-her blood a gift, her body a prison. Freedom was never an option. When she is sold into servitude, traded like a commodity to a man who values power above all else, she learns that survival is not the same as living. Stripped of choice, her existence becomes a cycle of obedience and quiet suffering, her identity buried beneath the expectations of those who claim to own her. But something lingers beneath the surface. A spark. A quiet yearning. Through chance-or fate-an escape is carved from the unlikeliest of places, setting her on a path she was never meant to walk. A path toward self-discovery, toward reclaiming what was stolen //Please, if we do not know each other and you choose to read this do it with a light heart...nothing is canon I just had fun writing it- Its 100% inspired by a roleplay I did...I just adapted it the best I could into a story, there are probably a lot of grammar errors, my best friend was my editor and he passed away in 2024 and so it takes me longer to post anything I've written without him 💔❤️🩹 so ....so this it took me weeks to finish this, and I want to thank my partner for letting me read this to him 1000 times each chapter to make sure things sounded right, I had fun. I wanted it to be turned into a book for my friend and I to enjoy. I put so much time into this and my art. If you don't like canon x OC's story's please don't read this! This is purely for me! I wrote this Purely for my friends and there OC's!// If you want x reader go look at my into the multiverse one-shots book instead thank you! 🩷✨ //Thank you and have a blessed day//

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