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LECTURES 14
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Chapitres 4
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LECTURES 14
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Chapitres 4
Durée 6m

NutellaQueen7421

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"What's killing you in the inside?" 

I was to absorbed in my own thoughts that I had not noticed someone's presence. 

"Excuse me?" 

Their to my left a person...a human being who's elbows were against the railing looking forward speaks. My description might make it sound as if he's an alien, but that's because to me he is a foreigner a total stranger. 

"You barely have any clothes on, yet you don't even seemed bothered by the cold. So my assumption is that the numb feeling is how you feel in the inside. Which also feels like your dying slowly. Am I right?" 

Scared that a complete stranger is talking to me you bet, but mostly horrified that a stranger can figure me out without getting to know me definitelyTous Droits Réservés

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LATE NIGHTS IN TOKYO (UNPOLISHED VERSION) , écrit par AquaediusAiyoka

***UNPOLISHED*** ***PLEASE READ IF YOU ARE GOING TO READ THIS*** EVERYTHING WORD IS LITERALLY STRAIGHT FROM MY ICLOUD NOTES 💀😂 IT IS NOT EDITED "Late nights in Tokyo is cluster of information from me myself" "Describing my ways" "My emotions" "My thoughts" "In my own personal way..." "ON god i cant stand me dealing with these thoughts because sometimes it gets to me other times i successfully get them outta my head... i dont need to be thinking anythng like this for real...i need someone to save me you feel me...because like i said it isnt healthly to just sit here and feel like this...i gotta find good in the bad and most of the time it is...I wanna help so many people as i can and tell them this is the way...i wanna be peoples light..its sounds dumb but i know how to feel and i gotta get all this hate and dark feelings out" "I made this because I always wanted to keep track of my thoughts and feelings and maybe this will passed on to someone who wants to understand me..." "In a beautiful different city like Tokyo" 1/30/19 "The only person that can save me is myself. I shouldn't depend on nobody else on such deep personal feelings" "Late Nights In Tokyo, The "Late Nights" could mean myself or my feelings, thoughts, mindset, and all in general how I perceive things. Same thing with "Tokyo" I could be in my head overthinking or expressing my emotions flexing my own beauty. Hence why calling Tokyo a beautiful city. My thoughts and etc (Late Nights) are within myself (Tokyo) "Late Nights in Tokyo". Goes without saying, everyone's own way of thinking it's unique and different...everyone has their own beauty". "Scattered thoughts and emotions just written down from an emotional teenage boy, trying to figure himself out". Enjoy 3/29/20 December 20, 2016 (first created) October 11, 2019 (finished)

Numb ~Cashby~, écrit par FaithColeWriter

Numb, a complete loss of any and all sensation and feeling. Numb, to become nothing but an empty shell, incapable of any and all emotions. When you're trapped in a pool of nothingness, drowning, sufforcating, with no way out...is it really possible, that someone can dive into the pool to save you? Or are you destined to die, sufforcating in the darkness, feeling nothing as you draw your last breath? This will be my very last fanfiction, thank you to everyone who's supported my work and I really hope you enjoy this final fic <3

Experiment-51 (BoyXBoy) {COMPLETE}, écrit par Aramyst87

I put the camera down for a moment, throwing on a type of bullet proof vest over my body and clipping the straps closed. I felt stiff, a bit squeezed and feeling a little heavy but I could manage. I'll be in there for only a minute, then I'll be out and I can leave! I'm almost done, just... a few more pictures! I clicked the button and stepped inside. I- A scream burst through my throat and erupted from my mouth with a huge amount of force, my eyes widening and tears forming as I stared at containers upon containers that stretched tall, attached to their ceiling. All of them were empty, the only thing around was red. Most likely, blood. It was splattered everywhere, on the containers, on the floor, on the walls. I felt it dripping onto the back of my neck from the ceiling, the cold liquid trickling down my neck. I shivered. W-What's going on...?? My mind was everywhere, I couldn't think! I was lost, I was scared, I didn't know where to go! I heard clicking sounds, scratching sounds that came from the back of the room. Though, for some reason I didn't run away. I felt scared out of my mind, yet I didn't react. Something felt like it was pulling me closer to it, like a magnetic force. I felt myself walking towards it. Closer and closer till I stopped at a tank that wasn't empty. And I stared upon someone who was inside the container. --- Zachary is just average, nothing about him that could ever appease others. He's just a face in the crowd, nobody important. He may seem average, but he has a secret, one that everyone knows except for him. It's that his father is a scientist, a 'monster' is what all of them say. But Zachary didn't believe them, he loved his father, he was amazing with everything he did! And his father wouldn't ever lie to him, right? Cover -> TheMidnightEclipse13

What Part Of I Hate You Don't You Understand? |COMPLETE|, écrit par MissJBieber

How would you feel if you won tickets to see your Idol. The one that inspires you. The won you love unconditionally. The one that's ment to be your World. Amazed? Excited? Even Scared maybe? How would you feel after you meet your Idol. Like you are on top of the World? No. Not in Macy's case. Macy was an average teenage girl who loved Justin Bieber. She won tickets to meet him. But She didn't feel on top of the World, Special, or any postive feeling. Infact That day was the day when her Idol became her Worst enemy... Two years later Macy is now 17, and Bieber Fever Free. Little does she know Justin is closer than she thinks... What will happen? Read, to find out this fantastic tale named Macy's Life. What Part Of I Hate You Don't You Understand? (Justin Bieber Love Story)

The Naughty List | MxM, écrit par ElijahDiva

Once Caleb reached the bottom of the stairs he quietly opened the door and tiredly switched on the light "Jayden it isn't morning yet buddy you need to-" he froze in place staring at a man he didn't know standing in his living room. The man stared back at him like a deer in the headlights, he looked a few years older than Caleb, had stubble growing around his face, dark brown greasy hair that wasn't styled in any particular way and was wearing full black aside from the muddy navy blue trainers he was sporting. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" Caleb demanded in a hushed whisper, he also noticed the black backpack the stranger was carrying and the open living room window he'd clearly used to gain entry, the vase that was previously rested on the windowsill lay in pieces on the ground, that must've been the crash that had awoken Caleb from his tranquil slumber. "Just a passerby, no one much" the strange man whispered back an air of mystery hanging about his every word. "Inside my living room?" Caleb replied folding his arms and sizing the man up, after his beating earlier in the evening he wasn't exactly fighting fit, the intruder was also taller and muscly, there's no way Caleb would win if it came to a fight. "Consider me Santa Claus alright? Now go back to bed kid" the man answered calmly pointing at the door as if Caleb was a child. "I'm not a little kid anymore, I'm 18. Santa isn't real" Caleb responded harshly taking a step forward, the man noticeably took a step towards the window eyeing Caleb up with a smirk. TWs (these will not be appearing at the top of chapters so take this as your final warning) Abuse Self Harm Smut Rape Homophobia Themes of Suicide Murder Mentions of Disordered Eating This story is not promoting, encouraging, romanticising or glorifying topics such as suicide, self harm, disordered eating, sexual abuse/misconduct, it is just showing what the affects of it can be like especially for LGBT+ young people.

Love Misunderstood, écrit par SophieLeo03

I only ever met one man I'd call truly noble. He was a man who was misunderstood and worthy of the world, yet everyone saw him differently. That was until I saw his true colours. The more I caught his eye the more he noticed me. We would pass each other, I would always stare a little longer at his back, wondering his story. People used to move out of the hallways if they saw him approaching whereas people would come and talk to me. He kept to himself, I was never alone, he had no friends, I was friends with everyone, I never saw him talk to anyone I spoke to many. we were polar opposites. At least that's what I thought until that day in the library, that is where I will start this story. Everyone is different, I hate the word "different", I much prefer the word unique. Unique is the only way to describe him. This is not just a story about love, it is about helping two souls who act differently but are the same on the inside, it shows the messy parts that aren't shown in movies, the tragedy, and the comedy but most of all the sizzling romance between two broken people who became one. Who is this story about? Caden James. But this is not just his story, It is ours.

Love So Bittersweet // Joseph Quinn, écrit par wheresthefruitsnacks

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, what's on your mind? 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, I'm afraid I'm lost. 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, l'm seeing signs. 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, what're you running from? We run away from a lot of problems. We fall down and get back up but do we ever take the time to realize that we have fallen? Or take the time to accept that we are at our lowest and we need help? To learn to stop neglecting our emotions and start to understand and grow.

Why Me? | Book I | Jason McCann |, écrit par biebernlovatoXP

"What do you want from me? I don't even know who you are." I asked getting annoyed that a guy I don't even know wont let me leave the bathroom. I was ready to scream, not that anyone would hear me over the loud music. "Well sweetheart, you may not know me but I know you very well, I will tell you one thing, I'm Jason Mccan. And you are now my property." He said smirking. I chuckled nervously after he said that. "Haha, funny joke almost got me." "It wasn't a joke babygirl, you're mine now." He whispered in my ear before putting a cloth over my mouth and before I knew what was happening, I knocked out. **WARNING:There is a lot of cursing and violence in this book. I advise those of you who are 13 and younger not to read it. I will not give you anymore warnings. Have fun reading :) All rights reserved ® Copyright © Biebernlovatoxp ™ 2014

Broken Beyond Repair, écrit par grace8372

I squeezed my way through the abundant number of people, trying to get to the exit. I bumped into a lot of shoulders, until I found an opening. As soon as the door was in my sight, I heard Jessie calling out my name. Her voice grabbed my attention, and I briskly turned around. I knocked right into a tall figure, causing me to lose my balance and fall. All the people dancing blocked my vision so I couldn't grab onto anything to prevent myself from falling. My arms met the hardwood floor as I tried to catch myself, sending a shock of pain through my arms. "Forgive me ma'am." Someone said while extending an arm down to me. "It's fine. No harm was-" ✰ Status: FInished NOTE*** This story contains mental illness and suicidal themes. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION! ***and mild cussing My grammar probably sucks I researched thoroughly on bpd to portray Damien's character correctly but I'm sorry if it's not accurate. I in no way meant for the portrayal of someone with a borderline personality disorder to be represented wrong or only seen from stereotypes. ★ Best Rankings ★ Assault- #1 Borderlinepersonalitydisorder- #1 Bpd- #8 Captive- #44 Selfharmawareness- #55 Darklove- #57 Mentalillness- #81 Copyright © 2020

Breathing Your Love, écrit par xbieberxlovatox

"I want to be here, Justin.. With you. For the rest of my life, I just want to be here. Not in the past, not in the future. Just here. I'm not the person that I was before I met you anymore. I'm so fucking happy. You make me feel like I'm on a cloud, and I'm not ever going to fall because I have you there holding me up. I'm always going to miss my parents, Justin. That's not something that will change. But I am happy now. That changed. I can't let my past define me anymore. I'm here Justin, with you. Please just let it be that simple.." {This story contains VERY sexual content)

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LATE NIGHTS IN TOKYO (UNPOLISHED VERSION)

UNPOLISHED PLEASE READ IF YOU ARE GOING TO READ THIS EVERYTHING WORD IS LITERALLY STRAIGHT FROM MY ICLOUD NOTES 💀😂 IT IS NOT EDITED "Late nights in Tokyo is cluster of information from me myself" "Describing my ways" "My emotions" "My thoughts" "In my own personal way..." "ON god i cant stand me dealing with these thoughts because sometimes it gets to me other times i successfully get them outta my head... i dont need to be thinking anythng like this for real...i need someone to save me you feel me...because like i said it isnt healthly to just sit here and feel like this...i gotta find good in the bad and most of the time it is...I wanna help so many people as i can and tell them this is the way...i wanna be peoples light..its sounds dumb but i know how to feel and i gotta get all this hate and dark feelings out" "I made this because I always wanted to keep track of my thoughts and feelings and maybe this will passed on to someone who wants to understand me..." "In a beautiful different city like Tokyo" 1/30/19 "The only person that can save me is myself. I shouldn't depend on nobody else on such deep personal feelings" "Late Nights In Tokyo, The "Late Nights" could mean myself or my feelings, thoughts, mindset, and all in general how I perceive things. Same thing with "Tokyo" I could be in my head overthinking or expressing my emotions flexing my own beauty. Hence why calling Tokyo a beautiful city. My thoughts and etc (Late Nights) are within myself (Tokyo) "Late Nights in Tokyo". Goes without saying, everyone's own way of thinking it's unique and different...everyone has their own beauty". "Scattered thoughts and emotions just written down from an emotional teenage boy, trying to figure himself out". Enjoy 3/29/20 December 20, 2016 (first created) October 11, 2019 (finished)