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Greetings! I'm Shelia Imogen Portman and I'm... ~Shelia, the historian
To sit in solemn silence on a dull dark ~Barbara Gordon, the playwright
Barb, get out of my description box, or imma pile drive dat ass~Jessica, the gamer
Wassup dweebs ~Helen, the sports.
Helen! Yo it's Alekola how we doin'? ~Ale, the stage actress
Your description? I'm the actual actress here ~Cassandra, the TV actress
If y'all don't get yo crusty dusty musty... ~Harley, the pediatrician
GeT oUt Of My HeAd GuYs It'S bEeN fOuR yEaRs!! ~Adia, circa 2012 to now
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THE ODD ONE OUT
"What about me? I have feelings too, you know?" Words can mean a lot to someone, especially when they are repeated. They make you question how you think, how you operate, and most of all, how you see yourself. It makes you wonder how you fit in to this puzzle of the world, and it makes you second guess everything. A single word, can really change how everything revolves around you, when you have nobody to fall back on. At 16 years of age, Thalia has never truly understood what it feels like to be included. Inclusion is not something that people did and immediately thought of her. People looked at her, and decided to walk around her, or to purposely go out of their way to not pick her. Even teachers turned a blind eye on the girl that was truly suffering. People never understood the full weight of their words. Actions were something you could dismiss, but it was the words that hit their target, every time. They hit her in the school hallways, and they took full force when she walked in through the front door of her house. It was a house, something with four walls and people in it, but never a home. Nothing that said people of a family lived there. Those people that made a family, had one of their own. They had a family, that did not extend to the young girl that was their step-sister. They made it clear, they were step-siblings, and not siblings. Growing up, it became 16 against 1. Older sisters are supposed to share their clothes with their younger sisters and prepare them for what was awaiting for them. Older brothers were supposed to protect the younger ones and tease them from time to time. But these people, simply preferred to hold the title, rather than to act. Only one day, that would all change. It would all change, but was it for the better? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 3.10.22 Revised: 17.02.26 Finished:
FOR TROUBLED KIDS.
"Do you think we're soul mates?" She asked, lifting her head in order to lock eyes with him. It took him a moment, mustering up his answer. Thinking about how they were so alike, but so different. How they had been through similar things and had the same outlooks on certain perspectives in life. The connection that they shared. It was like she was made specifically for him. No one would ever be able to hold a candle to her and the way she made him feel. She was his person, and he was hers. "To be honest...yeah." He replied, wrapping his arm around her. --- Knucks is a misunderstood teenage girl, deemed as destructive to the society with her reoccurring outbursts and rebellious behavior. Anger fuels her defiant spirit but beneath her exterior, lies a vulnerable girl searching high and low for someone to help her through a time of crisis. Bones quiet and reserved, has nothing but a hard exterior looking from the outside in, when in reality he is just an innocent boy. He's fighting to keep his head above the water also known as life, that is trying its hardest to submerge and break him down mentally. When the two teenagers find themselves in an environment far away from home with others just like them, it leaves both of them separately hopeless about the outcomes of their future lives. One night upon meeting each other, one felt as if they had nothing to live for anymore, while the other felt the same way only holding a different meaning a sense.The night bringing them closer than ever eventually has to come to an end. It's up to the two of them to carry out the strange but alluring connection made with each other, or leave it in the night they met. SLOW BURN; 2 books in 1 STARTED; FEB 19th 2024 PUBLISHED; MARCH 3rd 2024 FINISHED; SEPTEMBER 29th, 2024Complete
I'm Still Here (Ally/You)
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The Deadman ✔
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Secrets, Darkness, and...Stalker
"What are you thinking about?" Enzo says stepping over to sit next to me. "Huh" I remark and glance at him. "When you're thinking about something, you scrunch your nose up and tighten your brows. But you're also biting your lips, so it must be something serious, or are you nervous?" He says, and I just stare at him, shocked. "Am I that easy to read?" I inquire, and he laughs. "Not when you're on your period or when you're hungry. Can't tell whether you like me or want to kill me." He says and I laugh and hit his shoulder. "Am I that bad?" I say "Uh, yeah. I feel like if I don't have a sandwich made in 15 seconds when your moody, I'll be in deep shit." He says. "Stop, you're making it seem like I'm some bad person," I say this and shove him away from me; he chuckles. He takes my hips and places me on his lap, forcing me to straddle him while I wrap my hands around his neck and look up at him. "You are not a horrible person; you are someone I sincerely care about and would go to any length for. And by anything, I mean anything. If you want me to jump off a cliff to grab your favorite sunglasses, I will." Hera is a beautiful woman in a committed relationship with Enzo, whom she adores. She is troubled and unsure what to do when things come to light and secrets are uncovered. She is unsure whether the consequences of her past finding her will be beneficial or detrimental in the long run. Add plot twists, betrayal, and desire, and you have an intriguing story. ....and she is not so innocent But neither is he..... WARNING*** This book contains detailed smut, gore scenes, and vulgar language. You've been warned .Complete
The Race
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The Queen: Love's Death || ✔️
I had fallen head over heels in love with Hera King. I couldn't sleep without her by my side so I hadn't had much sleep in days. I couldn't breath without seeing her smile. When she said yes to marrying me, I couldn't control my pounding heart and felt even more proud to be marrying such a perfect woman when she stood up for my love to her entire family. She proved to me that she was willing to love me and let me love her back. I didn't know if she loved me back but I knew that I loved her. Hera couldn't die. We still had to spend our forever together. She still had so much to know about me as much as I had to know about her. Hell, I still had to tell her that I binge-watched a lot of TV and Netflixed almost every weekend as a hobby. She had to know that my favourite movie was 'Pitch Perfect' and that my favourite show was 'Two and a half Men'. She had to know that I had never travelled outside of the country, even though I was one of the biggest businessmen in the world. She had to know that I had always had a dream for cooking and I tried to bake a cake once and I ended up burning the entire kitchen down. She had to know that my family was using her family to get into the Mafia and that I couldn't go on with the plan because I had fallen in love with her. She was my soulmate. My true love. The only person who I saw myself with in a few years. Not with her in this hospital bed but with her hand in mine as we travelled the world and made a child in each country. Hera was a sexy woman. A true beauty indeed. She was definitely well-figured and inherited a lot of enticing features which I just had to explore. Kissing her was only the beginning. The things I wanted to do to her behind closed doors were illegal in a lot of countries. The amount of skin I wanted to mark as mine and the amount of passion I wanted to pump into her innocent flower was unimaginable. She aroused me even from blinking.Complete
Sincerely Luna Rose
Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)Complete
Written in Blood
I did the one thing I promised her I would never do, no matter what, and now she hates me. She absolutely despises me and she's doing everything in her power to make my life a living hell, even if she hurts herself in the process. Even if it gets her killed. Not that my life wasn't a living hell before she started on her quest. It was. It has been ever since she left me and took my heart with her. Ever since she's turned into one of us. As per always, I will be putting trigger warnings below, and I will add to the list as new potential triggers become relevant to the story. Always feel free to let me know if I have missed any. TW: Strong language, blood and gore, murder, themes of suicide, sexual content, violence, very unhealthy copings mechanisms (e.g., alcohol and drug abuse), panic attacks. Disclaimer: this story will not portray a healthy relationship.Complete
"What about me? I have feelings too, you know?" Words can mean a lot to someone, especially when they are repeated. They make you question how you think, how you operate, and most of all, how you see yourself. It makes you wonder how you fit in to this puzzle of the world, and it makes you second guess everything. A single word, can really change how everything revolves around you, when you have nobody to fall back on. At 16 years of age, Thalia has never truly understood what it feels like to be included. Inclusion is not something that people did and immediately thought of her. People looked at her, and decided to walk around her, or to purposely go out of their way to not pick her. Even teachers turned a blind eye on the girl that was truly suffering. People never understood the full weight of their words. Actions were something you could dismiss, but it was the words that hit their target, every time. They hit her in the school hallways, and they took full force when she walked in through the front door of her house. It was a house, something with four walls and people in it, but never a home. Nothing that said people of a family lived there. Those people that made a family, had one of their own. They had a family, that did not extend to the young girl that was their step-sister. They made it clear, they were step-siblings, and not siblings. Growing up, it became 16 against 1. Older sisters are supposed to share their clothes with their younger sisters and prepare them for what was awaiting for them. Older brothers were supposed to protect the younger ones and tease them from time to time. But these people, simply preferred to hold the title, rather than to act. Only one day, that would all change. It would all change, but was it for the better? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 3.10.22 Revised: 17.02.26 Finished:
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