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Shattered

LECTURES 269
Votes 30
Chapitres 8
Durée <5 mins

LECTURES 269
Votes 30
Chapitres 8
Durée <5 mins

Contenu pour adultes

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Highest rank ~ #281 in POETRY{21.4.17} 

Every other girl dreams of a perfect fairy tale prince charming but when fantasy meets reality, does she have the same notion of a perfect prince or does it change? 

Heartbreaks are not that easy right? or may be not something that you could anticipate in a good relationship! 

Life gives moments to tear us apart and break us, but do we shatter or gather ourselves up with the same courage that we went down with?Tous Droits Réservés

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❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Chasing Tide (A Merman's Tale And The Human Who Desired Him) , écrit par AlphaKelly

One of the most painful things on earth is to lose a loved one. Whether in death or heartbreak. It's a pain different from all others. You feel every burn, every ache, your senses awaken, and greedily await a memory to sip in and then wreck your entire being. She took everything. His Light. His Heart. His Soul. It had no end. For years it went on like it would never end. But, it did. Just in passing, a normal day, a day like every other, but it was the day, his heart danced truly and his chest tighten as if a fierce wind had passed by, blending with his soul, leaving a suffocating feeling in his chest, a choking sensation in his throat, there was a pressure making it hard to breathe. ******* "My heart has heated for the human and my blood has flown for him. Every time I thought of him, my heart would ache. It would ache so much I couldn't breathe, the feeling of despair, yet sweetness... Even so, I still couldn't stop thinking about him." So...this is how it feels to love a person. "I belong to you, just as this merman belongs to the seas. Like a falling leaf belongs to its roots." "Nothing can stop me from falling into your embrace." ******* ®®

World of Poems, écrit par asylumsfray

take a long, good look into my healing heart and melodrama mind. breathe in my sweet, scented words and hold them close to your bleeding, scaly skeleton aching for emotion; they'll cradle your aching soul and sing mellow lullabies you've never even heard of. stand back and delve into my hideous self: take my broken, frail hand and i'll guide you along my compelling journey through the ever-lasting betrayal and heartbreak. never let go... not until we hit the end of this road. [highest rank: #17 in poetry]

PBS #1:The Billionaires Mistress, écrit par StilettoGodmother01

"I honestly do not know what type of game you're playing here but do not think, not for a second that I will leave my wife for a slut like you." He began to yell in a harsh tone, causing me to freeze in my tracks." Give me one good reason, why I should love you and if you think a baby will change the way I feel about you then you're wrong. I don't love you River. In fact, I never will." He said, with venom in each of his words. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. I could not believe this is the picture he had of me. "Love simply does not have reason love is an indescribable feeling and I am not asking anything on your behalf, "I replied, matching the same tone as his. Of course, deep down I knew it was all a lie. ********** One disastrous turn of events drives River to do the impossible to save her family and that is put to the test when she is asked to sleep with billionaire Ethan Scott, so she may carry the heir to his company.

To Be Torn Apart, écrit par zekestell

For others, growing up means growing apart, but for us, it felt different. We were inseparable, two halves of a whole, convinced that as long as we had each other, we could conquer anything the world threw our way. We were bound by something that felt unshakable-a connection so deep, it was as if the universe had designed us to fit perfectly together. But life has a cruel sense of irony. None of us could have predicted that the very force keeping us together would eventually drive us apart. What we thought was our foundation slowly became the fault line of every crack, every misunderstanding, every silence that grew too heavy to bear. Sometimes love is like that-a double-edged sword. It builds and destroys, heals and hurts, holds and pushes away. And before we knew it, the thing we once believed was our greatest strength became the storm that tore us apart.

~Trust Me ~, écrit par insanelysane2552

"I want a divorce." And just hearing him say that my whole world that seemed to revolve around him stopped. Gathering myself I barely managed to speak in a voice that even I could not recognise. I couldn't comprehend anything going around me. "Wh..hy?" As soon as the words left my mouth he threw the file and the photographs spread across the floor. And those photographs had me in compromising positions with not one but several men. Looking at those photos I looked straight into his eyes. Disgust and hatred. The only emotions I could see. Taking a deep breath I composed myself and tried to keep my face void of the emotions I felt at that moment. Hurt and immense pain. If he didn't trust me then he has no right to see me vulnerable too. "Is this the only reason why you want to divorce me? No other except this?" It was foolish of me to ask him but I had to make sure. Also for me trust comes before love. If he doesn't trust me I don't even want to save the relationship. "Is this not enough you whore? What else can I expect from a slut and a gold digger like you! I knew it from the start that all you showed was just a facade. Your innocence, kindness, it was all fake. I just don't believe how can I be so dumb." Was I hurt? No I was broken beyond repair. My heart ached. I felt like I was seconds away from collapsing. I had far exceeded the limit of hurt and pain. I was so powerless in that moment that I couldn't even fight with him. Love makes you strong. I have heard and felt that countless times but they always forget to mention what comes after that. Love makes you weak too. I couldn't shout at him because I loved him. But I had to be brave. For myself. ************************************************** Is love enough for two people to be together or is there something more important than love? This is story of Xander and Sophie who loved each other but still couldn't be together. Because more important than love is trust. © All rights reserved

Something Mending -- VOL 1, écrit par EllieAO

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