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Dark Paradise

LECTURES 660
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Chapitres 5
Durée 22m

LECTURES 660
Votes 35
Chapitres 5
Durée 22m

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Us as humans, we are all born different. Different skin colors, different body parts, different mindsets. But some people can't seem to accept the fact that someone can and will be nothing like them. Most of us are quick to judge someone just by their appearance and not by their personality. We take other peoples flaws and make fun. We gossip, name call, and even threaten. All because someone is different than we are. You may think that words don't actually hurt, and that you're just joking around. Oh nothing is going to happen right? Wrong. Words hurt just as much as a slap in the face. And if you're still not so sure, how about I tell it from 13 year old Johnna's point of view. She is known as one of those people you call "freak" or "weirdo" in the hallway at school. As you read her story, open your eyes , your mind, and your beating heart and imagine stepping into Johnna's shoes for a change.Tous Droits Réservés

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Broken Soul, écrit par sleepytinker__

"Stop pretending. Boyfriend, right? With whom you'll be hanging out once Eth and your Dad are gone." I stared at him in disbelief. "What more things are you gonna do? I would love to know more." "Dante please, leave." I tried to push him away but instead he held my hands and pinned them behind me pulling me closer to him, our chest crashed with each other. His one hand came up to my lips, I gulped hard he looked really angry. His eyes landed on my lips tracing his thumb over my bottom lip he asked "Did he kiss you?" I remained quiet. Taking his gaze off my lips he looked me in the eye and asked again "Did he kiss you?" "Why do you care?" I asked back. ************************************** Dante Armel, a billionaire to whom success is everything and the word love, it doesn't have any meaning in his life. He does care about people, his people whom he loves the most and can go any extent to protect them. Emily Hart, an innocent girl with a horrible past, adopted at the age of 15 after her parents death in an accident. Can't say what relationship they shared in the past but one misunderstanding leads Dante to hate Emily but still he can't stop caring about her, being a jealous ass on seeing her with some other guy. But there is something about Emily no one knows, not even Dante. Let's see what this love-hate relationship leads to in the end....

Starving For Help, écrit par Lauryn_Love

"I smile everyday. I live my life like nothing is wrong with me. No one would ever guess that I'm screaming inside or that I've secretly been hiding this huge part of my life. No one would ever know that I cry myself to sleep at night or that deep down I'm starving for help." Welcome to Anorexia. Your hostess is Ana. She'll take over from here. Suffering alone inside of your mind from a terrifying mental disorder, is something that even those who battle such a thing every day, cannot fully understand. It's like being alone 24/7 yet it's never quiet inside of your head. You can't stop the voices. You can't control your emotions. As it gets worse, you lose control of your body all together. You become prey to your disease and You can't fight back. That is what it's like for someone who has spent years of their life suffering in silence from an eating disorder. Fighting a monster that you have no chance of beating. It's almost impossible to describe the type of torture that consumes your mind. Hell. It's equivalent to pure hell.

Too Afraid To Hope, écrit par Diamond_Will

I stare at the girl in the mirror, feeling the horrible scratchy material of the skinny jeans, harsh against my skin. I hate skinny jeans. But I want to fit in. I want to be one of those pretty, confident skinny girls. I want to look at the mirror and acknowledge that I am beautiful and appealing to boys. I'm not just a fat lump. I want to feel love like in the love stories. I want to know that someone out there is right for me. That someone loves me. I know that my Mom and my big brother love me. But that's all. I'm not even one of those half-decent girls that have one best friend: I am no one. **** This is the story of thirteen year old, Adeline, who is mercilessly made fun of because of her size. This is the story of how she proved those girls wrong. This proves that if you're not happy either, YOU CAN CHANGE!

Running from the gang, écrit par lovely-scorpio

In life, we do things we regret, or that we wish we could wipe from our memory forever. At the age of 15, I didn't think I'd regret anything until I was an adult. I considered myself care free. I lived life one day at a time. Well, as much as a 15 year old can. But in life, there are also things that we can't change, that we can't forget. Circumstances change, events occur, and life as we know it is altered forever. For me, it was one night, that set in motion a series of events that I wouldn't be able to forget, even if I tried to. *************************** My life was spectacular, or cool, but I was content, and that's all that mattered. I wasn't overly popular, I wasn't the prettiest girl, and I didn't live in a mansion. I did have a great boyfriend, and amazing friends, and hell, I wasn't doing too bad in school either. But that all changed one night, as I was walking home at night. I witnessed a man murder someone he claimed was a snitch, something to do with a gang deal gone wrong. When I found my parents dead the next day in a serial killers wet dream, my naive self decided the best thing I could do, was run, giving up everything I loved. After 2 years, 3 dead members of the gang and a new school, I was found. When secrets are unraveled and with the FBI somehow involved, nothing is as it ever seemed.

The Beast's Kryptonite, écrit par Youreguiltypleasure

"Mine." His low growl of possession took my heart and the fate of my panties. They were soaked through with arousal. Damn it. I stroked his face as he sniffed the air. I prayed he couldn't smell my body's reaction to his. His hand slipped from my waist and traveled to the rip in my dress. "I can smell how much your body craves mine." My breath catches as his hand finds it home at the front of my panties. "Why don't you just submit yourself to me? Accept that you are mine and mine alone?" His hand was traveling lower, and he found my clit rubbing it through my underwear. I couldn't help but lean my head back and moan out at his skillful administration on my pussy."Moan, my name, my innocent mate. Tell everyone who is making you feel this pleasure."He had ripped my underwear off me and threw them across to hit another tree. He propped me up against the tree, causing me to hold onto his shoulders for support as his fingers took advantage of my spread legs, my dress completely exposing my pussy to him."Absolutely Ravishing." One of his thick fingers pumped its way into my hole, causing me to moan loudly into his ear. "Seth." ********* Seth Knight was not one for romance; everyone at Quillwood High School knew that. If you were a girl, you were in danger of being his next distraction. He would fuck a girl, the girl would fall in love, and he would leave. It was what had always happened. But there was a time before he had become a player. His old best friend, Belle Rivers, the innocent, sweet girl he had known since birth, kept the darkness at bay. Their mothers had been best friends since high school and conceived only months apart. They were destined to be. He was her protector, and she had kept him good, but when his dad died, the darkness crept into his heart, and the only one who could save him was forced to leave him. "Sample" (Mature scenes 18 +) {Highest rating # 29 in bestfriends ;) }

Seeking Serenity, écrit par sarcastic_shivi

Imagine a girl who at the age of thirteen is a drug addict. Now imagine that same person a few years later as a student at MIT... I believe 9 out of 10 people reading this will not be able to do so. It is not because you don't have a wild imagination, but because our societies have made our heads so biased to what they think is proper, that our heads get stuck to stereotypes and prejudices. Every other way of thinking seems wrong. But, there always are a few rebels. The rebels who define the world as they see it. The rebels who don't let others define them. The rebels who break the barriers. The rebels for whom the sky, is just the lower limit. But the people look at them from a sight of disgust. They forget that these people have not had a simple life.... Bring in that thirteen year old a drug addict who graduated from the top of her class at MIT. That, my friend is me, Louissa Marx... What happens when good people are put into an evil place? Do they triumph or does the situation dominate their past history and morality? P.S- Beautiful cover by @_brilliant . It really makes my story complete! (Readers if you ever need a cover please do ask her because I swear she will make you one hell of a cover)

Sad Girl Clapback *Now Available in Amazon*, écrit par 3pointt14

*PUBLISHED as 'Tired of Being Tired, Sick of Being Sad' by Azia To *now on amazon* This is the book I wish I had when I was 12, 13, 14 and growing up until I was 20. It's the stuff I wish I told my high school self. *** This is how I feel - these are my thoughts. They're funny. They're a bit weird. They're extremely honest. And I will not be apologetic about any of this (Sorry - I'm not trying to give Canadians a bad rep here but...). All these short essays are raw and mean a lot to me. This is me handing you a key to my home, and for you to explore the parts that I have built and things that I have picked up along my journeys. You may find that my home may look a lot like yours. It's funny how we find parts of ourselves in the people we meet. Make yourself comfortable. Have a seat. Welcome. *** A collection of funny essays about hurting, loving, and healing as a teenage girl in 2018.

Lie To Me., écrit par Dont--Think

I don't know who I am. I have clues but it's only bits and pieces. I have a name, or at least I've been given one. I have a life, it's not necessarily worth living, but I'm alive. I have a story but I don't think there's a point in sharing. Yet here we are. *Triggering content*

IT & ST Imagines & Preferences, écrit par armiehammerbykesha

i wrote this when i was 13 so i'm sorry for how bad it is but a lot of people seem to enjoy it so i'm leaving it up, just know i am self aware x

At last | Editing , écrit par TaurieKeianna

New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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Lie To Me. cover

IT & ST Imagines & Preferences cover

At last | Editing cover

Broken Soul

"Stop pretending. Boyfriend, right? With whom you'll be hanging out once Eth and your Dad are gone." I stared at him in disbelief. "What more things are you gonna do? I would love to know more." "Dante please, leave." I tried to push him away but instead he held my hands and pinned them behind me pulling me closer to him, our chest crashed with each other. His one hand came up to my lips, I gulped hard he looked really angry. His eyes landed on my lips tracing his thumb over my bottom lip he asked "Did he kiss you?" I remained quiet. Taking his gaze off my lips he looked me in the eye and asked again "Did he kiss you?" "Why do you care?" I asked back. ************************************** Dante Armel, a billionaire to whom success is everything and the word love, it doesn't have any meaning in his life. He does care about people, his people whom he loves the most and can go any extent to protect them. Emily Hart, an innocent girl with a horrible past, adopted at the age of 15 after her parents death in an accident. Can't say what relationship they shared in the past but one misunderstanding leads Dante to hate Emily but still he can't stop caring about her, being a jealous ass on seeing her with some other guy. But there is something about Emily no one knows, not even Dante. Let's see what this love-hate relationship leads to in the end....