Irises and Waterlilies
- Reads 85
- Votes 7
- Parts 6
Ongoing26m
Last published Mon, Dec 19, 2016
Why is that whenever I see your eyes, I can't help but imagine Van Gogh holding a paint brush to your pupils while you slept in your mother's womb?
//
I am not the best writer or constructor for plot lines, my apologies in advance.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Part of Us
Canada is pregnant, which is cool because it's rare for that to happen to countries, but it also kinda sucks because he's not sure who the father is. Is it Gilbert, his ex? Ivan, his one night stand? Or Lars, he friend he smoked weed with and isn't entirely sure if they had sex or not. They won't know until it's born so the three of them have to prove that they're going to be good parents before the nine months is up! "Hurr Durr! Stop writing mpreg, it's not good for you!" -my loving but misinformed wife "This is a beautiful work of art!" -Oprah "You've already used Oprah, dummy." -Christopher Robin "Fuck you you're not my mom!" -meComplete
Desire by Blood | Desire Series ~ 1
One night, a young man wakes up in an empty room. He looks around, but he doesn't recognize his surroundings. Where is he? Why is he here? Who is he? Why couldn't he remember anything? Then he hears the squeaking sound of an old wooden door. He sees a figure. It is a beautiful young woman. She smiles, "You're finally awake. Do you remember anything?" The young man shook his head, but the questions have been burning on his tongue. He couldn't resist it, so he asks, "Who am I?" She gracefully and silently walks toward him, "You're Micah, my child." Since that day, Micah slowly learned how to live in the darkness with his "siblings" and his "mother". They couldn't go outside and she provided everything they needed. But one day, she disappeared, leaving them all alone. Starved and afraid, they broke the rules and went outside. It is the same day that they learned what they really are. They call them Vampires. Decades later, Micah is always on the road looking for new preys. He never shows any interest in men until he gets an offer he cannot refuse. This is how he meets the man that will change his life. Nikolas wants one thing and it is Micah. This beautiful cover is made by Bloodcoveredlove ! Update : TuesdayComplete
Unintentional Passion
Geovanni Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe. Jordan. I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt. "Did you see her Jordan?" "Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her," "Why do I have to turn her?" "Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you," "I didn't hate pops," "You wanted to join though," "True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions," I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.
My world II Vmin
Vmin, mafia story Trigger warning!!!! Graphic Themes: Violence, Blood, rape, crimes, abuse, etc. Warning: This story displays a toxic relationship and behavior. Just know I am not romanticizing this behavior I'm just telling a story. In no way is any of this ok in real life.Complete
All I See Is You ✓
Media displaying sexual intercourse, or any other sexual act, regardless of whether private parts are visible. •Arthit met an awful accident while going back to their mansion in France. •Was it really an accident or was it planned? •A lady who is furiously jealous of their wealth and success, who could it be? She wants to get back to the Rojanapats for stealing her thunder. •Arthit had many damaged body parts and his brain got damaged as well. His memories will get erased but the time he's still in a coma a person will show up in his sleep being with him through his dark days. •And what if I will tell you the person is a real person living somewhere in this world. [BoyxBoy] [ArthitxKongpob]Complete
My Baby husband
you are Song Y/n.. (your name) You are 22 year old, is a Famous Painter!.. but your parents are Rich CEO of Song Corporation.. what if one day out of blue, your Dad said you to marry someone you don't even know! What will happen? will you marry to that Mr unknown or you will decline your dad's word.. ~~~~~~ "We should sleep now" "why?" "mom said that we should sleep together?", "and why is that?" "cause she tell after we both will sleep, something will happen after 9 months" Chocking on my drink, I stare at him disbelief who was staring me innocently... "WHATTTT?" And that's how my life took a turn.... ~~~~~~~Complete
You're Not Imagining
Sure I don't remember his face , but why do I seem to sense him everywhere I go. At college, at parties, at home. I have to be imaging all of this, but it all feels so real. Sure I can't remember him but, every word he speaks can be heard so clearly and every touch placed on my skin can be felt for years after. Tw: -cursing -underage drinking -stalking -drug use -panic attacks -mentions of blood -murderComplete
Forbidden Love (Prinxiety)
Roman. Virgil. Vampire Hunter. Vampire. What could go wrong? This is a yaoi (boyxboy), don't like don't read. TW: Blood, Violence, Prejudice, Smut (?)Complete
Echo of the Past
A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.Complete
THE VILLAIN'S LOVE GROWS FOR HIM.
"Aren't you tired of the way you live?" A voice inside of him would ask. "What can i do? I was born to live the life of a killing machine that dances to the command of my master. You think i never tried to run away from my life?" He would reply. That was him. The prodigy, the pride and praise of assassins. His hands were dyed with blood. Blood of men, women, children and the aged. He tried to rinse the blood out of his life but failed miserably. It was like a string attached to him, following him even in his dreams. "I see you are trying to run from your shell." The old woman said to him. "You are a pitiable person. When death welcomes you i pray you be free of your chains." She smiled as her cracked lips left her final breathe and her eyes lost its gleam. "Aaahhhhh!" The sound of painful scream echoed the room as he pressed his sword into his skin. He was ordered to kill the president of the country and bombard his residence. That was his last mission. But instead of leaving the house alive he stayed behind watching his piece of work decorate the walls of the building. He smiled. "It seems this is the only way to attain my own freedom." The sound of exploding bombs thundered into the ears of his comrades. They had realised what the man had done. However death brought him a new life. He was gifted the chance to live in freedom, to redeem himself and live the life he had wished for. But inside the world of a book. Life was all happy and beautiful. Until one unfortunate day he was entangled with the worst situation as he had to present himself before the antagonist of the book. Standing before him he caught his eye and was recruited as one of his personal guard. Moreover the protagonist of the story was very much to his distaste. But nothing could be worst than being objected as a sexual toy by the villain of the book, who had his ways with him right?Complete
Canada is pregnant, which is cool because it's rare for that to happen to countries, but it also kinda sucks because he's not sure who the father is. Is it Gilbert, his ex? Ivan, his one night stand? Or Lars, he friend he smoked weed with and isn't entirely sure if they had sex or not. They won't know until it's born so the three of them have to prove that they're going to be good parents before the nine months is up! "Hurr Durr! Stop writing mpreg, it's not good for you!" -my loving but misinformed wife "This is a beautiful work of art!" -Oprah "You've already used Oprah, dummy." -Christopher Robin "Fuck you you're not my mom!" -me
More detailsContent Guidelines