Masques Of Death
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Love, Despair, Fear, Ecstasy, Insanity, Pride, Desire, Fury, Hate, Apathy and Altruism.
These are what make you human, and yet also what you carry as a burden. In moderation, they are the foundation of our being yet, in excess, they are what can lead to our self-destruction.
The Consortium are the incarnation of these feelings within us, reapers who regulate life and death on our Earth. But who exactly are they? What are their motives? Are they angels of death or salvation?
Only time will tell.
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I made a promise, a commitment, a vow, and an oath that I'd never fall into the brutality they call love ever again, as it is something not to be toyed with. Think of it this way: Love is like a scented candle. The candle stick and the waxed aroma make the candle itself. Then it's ignited by a great inferno, and together, they make a beautiful thing. It burns for a long time, but then it loses that flame, that spark that ignited the creature. I guess the two most important ingredients gave up on each other. "Love" can be a metaphor, a simile, but most of all, a promise. A promise that can't be kept, something that waits until infinity to be broken. At least that's what I, Roseabella Swayed, once believed.Complete
The experiment.
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.Complete![Broken By Love [COMPLETED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/308705631-256-k581936.jpg)
Broken By Love [COMPLETED]
She kept giving until she finally found her self-worth. He kept taking until he finally lost her love. © All Rights ReservedComplete
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ✓
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Lucid dreamer [Dark Dreams]
Their is no need of that power that fears everyone in my kingdom, i failed to protect that only person who was more than anything. I mean it when I say anything. I failed to protect you I'm an loser I'm the powerless person that doesn't have left anything without you. My life ends when you were laying their breathless and i can't save you...
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✦ 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ✦ ❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.❞ ✦ ❝ 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐝? 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞❞ : 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: M̶a̶f̶i̶a̶ R̶o̶m̶a̶n̶c̶e̶🎀 •𝐀 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚• ‧₊˚ ⋅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴩʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ. © dumbCharlotte_ Read if you are 18+. It's darker than your thoughts. Happy reading🦋
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Blur
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I made a promise, a commitment, a vow, and an oath that I'd never fall into the brutality they call love ever again, as it is something not to be toyed with. Think of it this way: Love is like a scented candle. The candle stick and the waxed aroma make the candle itself. Then it's ignited by a great inferno, and together, they make a beautiful thing. It burns for a long time, but then it loses that flame, that spark that ignited the creature. I guess the two most important ingredients gave up on each other. "Love" can be a metaphor, a simile, but most of all, a promise. A promise that can't be kept, something that waits until infinity to be broken. At least that's what I, Roseabella Swayed, once believed.
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