Losing everything I thought I once had
- Reads 103
- Votes 0
- Parts 8
MatureOngoing1h 10m
Last published Sun, Oct 14, 2018
WARNING: In this story, there may be some themes or slight mentions of rape and self-harm. If it triggers or causes problems for you, either don't read or read at your own discretion. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Are you scared of demons? The scale-like wings, sharp horns, lashing tails? Perhaps it's the fact that they were once human?
I lived a "normal" life, thinking being human was different from me. I couldn't see myself being the same. Growing up, getting married, having kids, dying. The cycle continues every generation, doesn't it?
Cut to the present, my real mother finally made an appearance. She told me and my siblings that she needed some help. That the underground was filled with pain. That she needed the rest of the...family to help her.
We agreed. Not too long after she was murdered and everything was thrown into chaos. And somehow....I was the one in the middle of it all.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
The Voices.
I never thought I'd actually do this.... I've thought about it but never actually gone through with it.... The voice in my head has been screaming at me for years... But I never actually tried to do... This... It's hard to be around people when you have someone telling you to tear their throats out with your teeth... But it's worse when you're alone. She tells me to do terrible things to myself... Tells me I'm worthless... Unloved....Expendable... Of course I believe her. She's in my head for Christ's sakes how can I not believe her. It's so hard...I gave in...I had no choice...the temptation is so strong. I can't hug people without wondering what it would feel like to thrust a knife into their back and feel their bodies jerk in surprise as they slowly began to realize...that they're dying.....they're being murdered...and not by a complete stanger...but by a person that they love....that they thought they could trust....oh god I want to...give in..... I can't believe my life is like this. Why me? How could I do such a horrible thing? Why....Complete
CAPTIVE
You can't always be the good guy, we all do sins. How will you face the world when your own parents hate you? You can't always escape to the fantasies, one day you will have to face the reality and fight your fears. A completely fictional story shadowing the realities of the real society. ~"Volatile, Intense with alot of tension & oozing with romance ~" What will you do when you are forced to be with the person you hate the most? What happened when a soft hearted girl who believes that kindness can change the world meets a boy who's answer to everything is violence? Yet both have their own past for their opinions but for how long can they be forced to be together when both hates each other the most? Hating eachother to the point of killing. From Blood thirst to love sick. He is her lifeline, She is his sanity. ~"Respectfully, may I spread your thick thighs, ma'am?~" The world is corrupt and it's people are selfish. Can kindness really make a difference or is violence the solution to everything? ~"The beauty of sin fades away but the consequences linger on ~" -smut with plot (special shower scene 🎀) -Enemies to lovers -Contract forced marriage -Millionaire -Highschool bully -Crime -Betrayal -Friendship -Funny -Love -Hate -Sad -Violence -Matured content with abusive words With all my honour I present to you "CAPTIVE"
Hide And Keep
(H20Delirious X Fem. Reader) "wιll we вe ғree?" I asked He smiled, thats what I'm after. The smile on his face and sound of his laughter. "we wιll вe ғree тogeтнer! yoυ and мe!" He answered ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being an orphan, you don't have a lot of experience's or happy memories. Especially if your orphanage uses you for human experiments. The pain...the agony- the screams of the other kids I once called friends and played with...all gone and replaced with despair. Only teddy could keep me company and keep me sane. Till one day, a new boy was brought in and he was strange. But he interested the kids, even the scientists. He was placed in my room and he never spoke a word to anyone. He would wake up in the middle of the night and gasp for air like if there never was any. But he was my friend. Things changed and a few years later, the orphanage was attacked. Two people came in and killed the scientists but spared the children. While making an attempt to escape, I was caught by the remaining scientists and taken away. The screams of my friend echoing behind me as I tried to escape... Such a waste as I became strong and have long forgotten those memories. But side effects came with the experiments they played with. Y/N is the name and being psychotic is my game. Don't try to catch me cause I can read you like a book in a grand library. Secrets are never kept when the walls an objects around you speak your truth... ╭⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯╮ First Published: June 25, 2021Complete
Blood in the Margins: a collection of different poems, unfinished potential
FINISHED AND COMPLEATED. Just poems, I suppose. Or maybe a scrapbook of scars. A chaotic collage of half-born stories, abandoned plots, and feelings too loud to ignore. This isn't a novel. It's a graveyard of unwritten books- stitched together with ink and impulse. A little trauma here, a little heartbreak there. Addiction. Bad parents. Dangerous love. The usual mess. I never claimed to be a poet, but pain has a way of teaching rhythm. And when the stories in my head refused to become chapters, they became verses instead. My father? A ghost in flesh. A man who cradled needles more tenderly than he ever held me. He is an addict. A lover of oblivion. And I, the daughter left behind in the smoke of his escape. Does that make me a girl with "daddy issues"? Or just a girl still learning how not to bleed from wounds she didn't choose? This book is for the overthinkers, the almost-authors, the ones who feel too much and write too little- until the words finally spill out like blood on the page. Welcome to the ride. There's no exit. But there's poetry in the wreckage. Author's Note I didn't set out to write a book. I set out to survive my own mind. This is what happens when you have too many stories, too many ghosts, and not enough discipline to finish a single novel. So instead, I wrote poems- or something like them. Fragments. Feelings. Flashbacks. A scrapbook of the soul. Some of these pieces are fiction. Some are memory. Some are just what happens when you stare at the ceiling too long and let your thoughts rot into poetry. If you've ever had a thousand ideas and no idea where to start- if you've ever felt too broken to write but too full not to- this is for you. Thanks for riding with me. There's no map. No neat ending. Just the wreckage, and the words we make from it.Complete
Noah (Obsessions in Overdrive #1)
I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024Complete
Divine Awakening: A Journey of Sacred Purpose
Book 1 of The Awakening Trilogy What happens when you're born spiritually gifted and raised by a family that believes your gifts are demonic? At seven years old, she saw her first angels during a family fight-but instead of celebration, she was met with fear, shame, and attempts to "fix" what her family saw as dangerous spiritual delusions. Born into a bloodline of broken women, the foster child's daughter carried abilities that terrified those who should have nurtured them. This is the raw, powerful true story of: • A child who spoke to departed loved ones but was called a liar • Prophetic dreams that saved lives but were dismissed as coincidence • Healing abilities that brought comfort but were labeled as witchcraft • A teenage "exorcism" meant to cast out gifts that were actually divine • College years spent suppressing her true nature to gain family approval • The devastating cost of abandoning your authentic self • Angelic interventions that changed everything • Breaking generational chains of spiritual fear • Rising from wounded to healer, from rejected to awakened They called her crazy for seeing angels. They called her a liar for speaking truth. They called her dangerous for healing others. But some people are born to break the patterns that have imprisoned their families for generations. A memoir that reads like spiritual fiction, this is the story of a woman who learned that sometimes being called "too much" means you're exactly enough. Perfect for anyone who's ever felt different, been misunderstood for their gifts, or wondered if their spiritual experiences were real. Trigger warnings: Religious trauma, family rejection, spiritual abuse, mentions of foster system trauma
Want To Hear Something Scary?
Hey, you want to hear something scary? Do you like short stories? Do you like scary stories? This is where you can have both together. Have fun reading... - ❝In this world, there is real evil in the darkest shadows and in the most ordinary places. These are the stories of the innocent and the unimaginable. Between the world we see and the things we fear, there are doors. When they are opened, nightmares become reality.❞ - 『Completed On: December 10, 2018』 『Edited On: February 25, 2019』 - 『On Quotev: ᴇᴍø ᴄᴜᴘᴄᴀᴋᴇ ʙᴜɴɴʏ | @EmoGalaxyBunny』 『Moved From My @Katsumi_Uchiha Account』 - 〖Rankings〗 『#243 IN SCARYSTORIES』|『May 20, 2018』Complete
Miako: The Child of the Night
Half-humans, demi-humans, creatures of the devil, or simply 'hybrids'. What are they? How did they come to exist? Not a single person from this universe knows the answer. One thing is clear: they're here to stay. It's long past the point of removing them... Humans will stop at nothing to seek knowledge of the unknown. They will seek knowledge to the point of pure, raw greed and desire - and with any means necessary. They will never accept a sentient being they do not 'fully understand'. What similarities do a hybrid and a "pure" human have? Are they 'human'? What if they're aliens or devils in disguise? Whether or not humans accept the existence of hybrids, the hybrid population has already grown past the point of return; coexistence is inevitable. And with coexistence breeds new opportunities, both the good and the bad: some may seek to amend, some may simply move on. But some others may seek to execute far more... diabolical plans. Like experimenting with bodies. Or pushing a girl to insanity. Betrayal is the one of the most ruthless of all ends to a relationship. If circumstances called for it, even the closest people in life could turn into enemies. It begs the question: were they ever an ally to begin with?Complete
lifieee.talks
This isn't going to be a story. But just a safe place for all of us to share our problems 💘✨ As I begin posting you all will understand what this is going to be about 😌🐤 But I just wanted to say, anything that's been bothering you, drop it in my messages or in the comments (of any post) 💗😪 and I'll read them and make sure, I help you out as much as I can 🌷🌱 And then your problem will be created into a part of this series (Identities won't be revealed unless you want it to, ofcourse) 🐾🐥 I am just doing this because I know we all face tough times out there 🌊🐳 and I myself am no professional. But I always have loved talking. lol. So, why not put it to a good use and also I really don't give terrible solutions so, I figured this would be the best 💕 and also, guys I know a lot of us are afraid of being vulnerable but it is the most beautiful part of being human 🌈💨 A human has emotions, and they're intelligent enough to speak them ⏳👀 They're surrounded by people like their own and as dark as the world might be, humanity, love, empathy, compassion all of these positive things will never seize to exist 💜✨ So, as we go on adding stories to this series I hope it'll help you all out and it will heal us all in some way or the other 💘🕊 Thank you and right now, I won't be posting anything. So, if you have anything you'd like to share drop it in my inbox and I'll read it as soon as I'm free. - loads of love, xoxo - lifieee.
Cap'n iZak Löw and His First Mate Zeni Corvera in the Reflective Auto Geneses
This is the Prequel to an epic novel series we are working on, lyrics and poem and psalms explaining the psychology bewixt the Mystic Artist and my Muse and Bride, Two Spirits who walk the Veil Between Worlds. Here we do our best to use world religions, history, ancient mysticism, our own poetry and "Wordsmything" and divining, astrology, psychological and neurological journey to discovering our sharing one body, and the beginning of our mind's organic introspective geneses of mythologies and prophecies surrounding both our inner microcosm, the Mirrored Cosmos, and the outer macrocosm, the Unreflected Cosmos-anchoring it to our own spiritual beliefs as Ashkenazi Kabbalist and Spanish Catholic Mystic. Zeniyah was murdered five miles west of my home at five years old when I was only one. Our mothers were the same age, same look and build, both alone for long periods of time, and fate had it that I survived instead of the girl who grew up alongside me as my guardian and wife. Obviously, our names are not the same as our past incarnations before we were reborn and married unto each other, both to protect our families and to underline the fact that since uniting as one flesh, we are not the same as we once were. Now, we recognise our beliefs are diverse and likely controversial to the wider world, which is why we wanted to publish them here first. We anchored ourselves to one another at the end of the Mayan Calendar, started awakening as Aquarian Ascendants when the Star of David reached its zenith in 2020, when the Age of Aquarius began. Any collaborative responses with respect and not harsh criticism are welcome, as we are trying to understand ourselves and how to approach telling our story as respectful to all beliefs as possible, to help others as much as us to grow and accept ourselves. The land where we grew up, which violent abuse is forcing us to leave, was originally Seminole land before ancestors of modern Anglo-Saxons here forced these tribes to leave as well.
I never thought I'd actually do this.... I've thought about it but never actually gone through with it.... The voice in my head has been screaming at me for years... But I never actually tried to do... This... It's hard to be around people when you have someone telling you to tear their throats out with your teeth... But it's worse when you're alone. She tells me to do terrible things to myself... Tells me I'm worthless... Unloved....Expendable... Of course I believe her. She's in my head for Christ's sakes how can I not believe her. It's so hard...I gave in...I had no choice...the temptation is so strong. I can't hug people without wondering what it would feel like to thrust a knife into their back and feel their bodies jerk in surprise as they slowly began to realize...that they're dying.....they're being murdered...and not by a complete stanger...but by a person that they love....that they thought they could trust....oh god I want to...give in..... I can't believe my life is like this. Why me? How could I do such a horrible thing? Why....
More detailsContent Guidelines