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So I just can't take it anymore. People can't capture clinical depression. A wise person once said "No, you don't understand. Why not? You haven't gone through it yourself." I mean, no one actually researches into this stuff.
First of all slut, bitch, and whore are WAY too 2000s. These are the 2010s. Get over yourself "original" authors.
Depression is not always cutting, a result of something environmental, or obvious! Once again, get over yourselves!
Suicidal is not constantly thinking about how you're gonna die! It's painful! So for the final time, get over yourselves!
Alrighty so now I'm gonna set the record straight. They aren't going to be incredibly in character, and a few will be really long, but send in requests for characters and ship you'd like me to debut.
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**WARNING: This book does have some dark themes to it that revolve around abuse, rape etc. So please do not read if these themes are triggers for you** Four...That was her name or rather number of servant she was. She arrived at the Valley pack as a child with no name and no voice just wrapped in cloth and a strange necklace around her neck. Raised by the abusive Alpha, Four did not see any future for herself. What she thought would be a death sentence from a heist gone wrong, leaving her in the Alpha King's dungeon awaiting death for treason turned out to uncover more truths and secrets than she ever expected. ********* 'I cowered in the corner of the dark and cold cell. There was nothing but utter silence around me. It was deafening. My ears perked as I heard hissing sounds come from the vent and it made me feel weak and the door to the dungeon open. I could smell something but couldn't tell what the vapors released from the vents were burning my nostrils. I could hear foot steps drawing to my cell. The lights flicked on and I squinted to see a tall and broad figuring standing at my cell door, unlocking it, and walking in. The aura this man was giving out was making it hard not to tremble. I quickly stood up and bowed. "What is your name" he bellowed kinda muffled. I panicked and quickly remembered that the guards had not checked me before putting me in here. I pulled out my speech device and began typing...I looked up for a split second just to see a fist plummeting towards me and everything became fuzzy. I could hear screams but could not make out what was being said. Everything grew darker and darker before eventually everything was all black and my world faded...' ~~~~~~~ None of the remarks made in this story are real. It is all Fiction. ©All Rights ReservedConcluída
Unwritten Pages
(COMPLETED) Winterlyn (Winter) Evaline Lawly is the school's biggest...no one. She's not noticed anywhere. She's not loud, she's not a teacher's pet. She's not popular, and she's not skinny nor fat. Winter is just...herself. But nobody notices her. No one knows that she exists. She's just another regular kid that drags themselves to high school everyday. Not one of those popular kids. Not a nerd either. What happens...when she commits suicide? Police and most classmates are unsure why she would want to kill herself. For one thing, she was not clinically depressed. She didn't have bullies. No one made fun of her. But as her journal falls into the hands of one of her friends, he realizes that Winter's world may have been much darker than he realized. In Unwritten Pages, dive right into the pages of Winter's final year, her life, her friends, and the dark reason why she was driven towards death. ~NaNoWriMo 2011 *Highly unedited* WARNING: Somewhat poorly written. Plot holes, mistakes, unrealistic, tedious (drones/boring). READ AT OWN RISK Extra notes: There is some slut-bashing, which I am at this time very ashamed of it. Do not read it if you do tolerate like slut-bashing. I apologize for this. I was beginning high school when I wrote this. Not that I'm saying my age excuses my previous behaviour, but I was very unaware of this at the time. For those who don't mind slut-bashing, you should mind! It's an incredibly hurtful thing to do and is very misogynistic (look it up if you need to). We live in a patriarch society, and women should not be slut-bashing each other just because of promiscuity. Here's some food for thought: When men do it, how come they're seen as amazing and desirable and are given a kind of 'award' and respect from everyone else around them, but when women are promiscuous, they only get hatred from other people? What someone does in the bedroom is no one's business but them and their partner, and no one should be put down for that.Concluída
The Redemption of Maximus
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| MMRM | My Mate, Remember Me
***Please read my message on November 12, 2019 (if you can) for enlightenment purposes*** "Who are you?" A certain Luna asked. "Tell me, why do I feel like this?" The Alpha in front of her just stayed frozen. "Why do you make me feel so....pained?" The Luna questioned as her hands slightly trembled. "You have suffered because of me. I deserve to be punished but please," He said as he tried to approach her. The Luna watched him in disbelief as the man embraced her tightly in his arms. "Please let me hold you in my arms, even if its just for awhile, even if its just for today. Please..." He begged as tears fell down from his face. 'If I tell her that she's my mate, then I will lose the right to remain by her side.' The Alpha firmly said inside his mind. 'Please, just let me stay while I can, because once she remembers me - I will have to leave.' ※◎※◎※◎※◎※◎-※◎※◎※◎※◎※◎ This book is a work of fiction. The cliche: "Alpha rejects his mate and regrets it once he sees her." WARNING: Over-used plot and plot holes. I just had to write it. *laughs* #MMRM ©Itwasonlyadream801 [Aleana Dela Cruz]Concluída
Is it too late to say Sorry?
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Finding Purpose (+18) ✔️
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His Sweet Lies
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Outcast
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The Girl Every one Judged || book one
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The Alpha's Little Rogue
"Goddess, you're so perfect." he breathed the words, staring up at her as she moved rhythmically up and down above him, her breasts bouncing as he gripped her hips, trying to hold back the wave that he felt building inside of him. She just looked and felt so fucking good. "Do female wolves mark their mates?" She leaned forward as she asked the question in a low voice, sliding her arms along his chest as she shifted her position, moving her legs close together so that he was even tighter inside of her as his hands came down to grip her ass, thrusting into her from below. "Yes." he was barely able to gasp out the word. "Not in my pack. But in many- most even- other packs." "Why not yours?" He felt her mouth slip forward, her tongue teasing the same place he had marked on her body half an hour earlier. "The men in our pack just haven't allowed it. It's a sign of claiming and-" her teeth grazed the spot lightly, not hard enough to break the skin, but he felt a mixture of pleasure and pain shoot through his body and he drew in a sharp breath, his head tilting back automatically as he offered her better access to the spot. "It shows that you belong to your mate. Doesn't it? Like I belong to you?" "Yes." He murmured, gripping her more tightly, so close to the edge he knew he'd lose control at any moment. He only hoped he could bring her to the peak of pleasure again first. He'd thought she was close. "Nova." He knew his voice sounded desperate. "Can I mark you, Alpha?" ---------------------------------- When Nova stumbles into pack lands and is captured by the Blazing Moon pack she knows that she has to escape. She makes a daring escape only to be tracked down by their Alpha. But their meeting isn't at all what either or them expected. Can he convince her to stay? Or will a petite female rogue be the one to bring down one of the fiercest Alpha's on the continent? ⚠️THIS STORY HAS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE CONTENT. IT IS NOT ADVISED FOR THOSE YOUNGER THAN 18Concluída
**WARNING: This book does have some dark themes to it that revolve around abuse, rape etc. So please do not read if these themes are triggers for you** Four...That was her name or rather number of servant she was. She arrived at the Valley pack as a child with no name and no voice just wrapped in cloth and a strange necklace around her neck. Raised by the abusive Alpha, Four did not see any future for herself. What she thought would be a death sentence from a heist gone wrong, leaving her in the Alpha King's dungeon awaiting death for treason turned out to uncover more truths and secrets than she ever expected. ********* 'I cowered in the corner of the dark and cold cell. There was nothing but utter silence around me. It was deafening. My ears perked as I heard hissing sounds come from the vent and it made me feel weak and the door to the dungeon open. I could smell something but couldn't tell what the vapors released from the vents were burning my nostrils. I could hear foot steps drawing to my cell. The lights flicked on and I squinted to see a tall and broad figuring standing at my cell door, unlocking it, and walking in. The aura this man was giving out was making it hard not to tremble. I quickly stood up and bowed. "What is your name" he bellowed kinda muffled. I panicked and quickly remembered that the guards had not checked me before putting me in here. I pulled out my speech device and began typing...I looked up for a split second just to see a fist plummeting towards me and everything became fuzzy. I could hear screams but could not make out what was being said. Everything grew darker and darker before eventually everything was all black and my world faded...' ~~~~~~~ None of the remarks made in this story are real. It is all Fiction. ©All Rights Reserved
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