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Habits

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Time 1h 29m

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"When wil you stop from that habits?"

I grinned at the thought of his question. He eyes me curiosly as I drank the bottle of vodka I'm holding.

"I don't know. Maybe if I'll find another way to satisfy myself and needs I'll lessen this shits."

Silence aired the atmosphere until he whispers something that changes everything

"I-I love you. Don't hurt yourself."

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Inside her was painful memories and mistakes she regretted doing. 

Inside him was hope, happiness, and love that makes him feel contented. 

Their paths crossed, then everything went down.All Rights Reserved

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Violet's Delight by lyazar

"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22

Cliché, Touché and Douche by FadedSmoke

{Completed - #12 highest} I was walking on a path all alone at midnight. I was just wondering around, until I saw a guy in a hoodie. He was beating the pulp out of another guy and one more man was on the ground, he was not moving. I gasped. 'Is he dead?' Or he can be unconscious, yeah 'el' he is just unconscious not dead. Duh! Who would kill a guy? As I was proceeding with my thoughts, that hoodie guy turned his face towards me. My heart had a mini heart attack. I turned my heels to the opposite direction and started to run. 'Run Ella, run for your life' was what my mind was screaming to me. I took turns without thinking, that guy was now following me and guess what? I took a wrong turn and which ended up being a dead end ' You are so dead' I thought. So, I started to think what I said last time to the people I love. 'Good night mom, love you.' to my mom, 'Stop annoying me! I'm going to bed.' to dad which also mean I love you, 'See you later Lu, love you!' to Luana. Okay my good bye says I love them all. Now I can die in peace. Granddad I'll meet you soon in the heaven, if you are there. I was still in my deep thoughts until I saw his silhouette. As, he get closer, my heart begin to race faster. I closed my eyes, until I heard him say "Ella?" O to the M to the G, this person actually knows me. I opened my one eye and saw him due to the small light hanging in that ally "Errrrr'ick!" I squeaked and mentally face palmed myself. Even at this state I'm calling him Errr'ick. "I'm sorry your highness, what can I do for you?" I squeaked again while trembling. The next second I heard his fits of laughter. He was rolling on the floor, actually rofling. I was glaring at him but I realised that I'm not in a position to glare. So, I made puppy dog face for him to spare my little life. He stopped but after seeing my face, he started to laugh again. He tried to say between his guffaws "You..... your face .....was epiccc!" He started to gasp for air and had tears in his eyes.

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 : The saga of entangled souls by velvetvisions45

𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘀 : 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗮 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚃𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙼𝚄𝙺𝙷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚅𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙷 𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 . 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 " What did you said that you don't love me , right" he asked with calm voice and I nodded " Tell that lie to someone else, because your eyes and actions are revealing something entirely different," he said, locking his gaze directly with mine. " Shut up , and leave from here , I don't love you and that's final " I reminded him "Then will you allow anyone to enter your room ?" He climbed off the bed and started to take steps towards me and in a second he covered the distance between us " Will you allow anyone to invade your personal space? " He asked while pulling me towards him His touch was gentle, yet it ignited something powerful within me " Will you let just anyone hug you? " He asked while keeping his head on my collarbone and started to nuzzle in my neck . My heart raced, and every inch of me felt alive, more expressive than ever before " Will you sit on anyone's lap?" he asked, his tone dangerously intense. " I... I...." "Speak, little rose," he said, pinching my waist with a dangerous smirk. I glared at him, irritation flashing in my eyes. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 ( Don't forget to read the prologue ) ╰┈➤ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ

Broken Girls And Broken Boys by amberrosie05

C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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Stuck with the Misfits (Ongoing) by XCurlyChickenStripX

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