// LIES 24/7 //
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"People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I've learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one's reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one's master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person's view requires to be faked...The man who lies to the world, is the world's slave from then on...There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all."
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
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What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'
Crazy stupid love
What happened if your so called typical life instantly change? Where you're in your greatest point, questioning your gender identity. If you'll tell that boy can only feel the same way to girl or girl can only fall and love boys. How can you say so? We're humans we have feeling and we know how to appreciate each other, respect and trust. Where in a new era where gender preference, accepted. But how can we say so? In every question there is a specific nor side answers. How can we know? Let me ask you again. A question, what are you? and who you are? The're no wrong answer at the end they'll always leave a good meaning and good explanation. We will only know if the consequences resulted as a good and satisfying consequence. But what are you? We'll thinking of that kind of a question, who am i? Is it too complicated to tell you i am, what i am right now. I'm what i could be and not, does it matter? It doesn't matter what i may, i believe that this kind of love exist so taking full charge of your action. Does not make you weak but more stronger, braver. But right now you call that kind of love. A crazy stupid love type.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
She's A Pretty Poison
She had a horrible past that's hidden in her fierce face, she lost her heart, She built a wall that would protect her from any harm or pain that might be inflicted to her by the people she loves, She's hated by everyone because she's heartless, and she's got no patience... Above all, she craved for revenge, but there's more to her than what their naked eyes see... She's the prettiest poison, Are you ready to take her in?
The Grand Game (Camren)
In the world of Monaco, where wealth and power reign supreme, the Grand Game is more than just a pastime; it's a way of life for the elite families who call this playground their home. Originating from a desire for supremacy and prestige, this clandestine competition pits the wealthiest families against each other in a battle for dominance. Nevertheless, the game it's not just about the money. It's about who holds the power, who commands respect, and who controls the narrative. The gameboard is society itself, and every move is calculated to climb the social ladder and secure one's place at the top. However, it's not an easy game. With scandals as currency and secrets as ammunition, the game is a complex dance of power, manipulation, blackmails and reputation-killing rumors. Amidst the chaos of the Game, there was Camila Cabello and Lauren Jauregui, childhood friends and members of two of Monaco's most influential families. Groomed from birth to excel in the cutthroat world of the Grand Game, Camila and Lauren bore the weight of expectation upon their shoulders. Yet, beneath it all, there were secrets that threatened to unravel the delicate balance of their world.
Grant's Revenge
Intelligence is not something everyone should crave. It's like putting an active rolling film in your head that never stops. What's running in their heads? Have you ever wonder? Their mind is working and running all the time. And commoners won't even appreciate their jokes most of the time. But Geniuses seldom crack a joke. For them, fun is something out of normal. Something normal people won't understand. I never get bored. I love fun and thrilling things. But I won't mind enjoying my solitude too. Having sex is one thing. Killing is another thing. Doxing is my hobby. Watching everyone is my pasttime. Hacking is my greatest feat. Who am I? I'm not sure. Some calls me the Famous Latina Girl. Others call me the Brain. Most people call me the Genius Kid. Some will say I'm the cursed child. While few call me Grant. Just Grant Silva. No, I'm either genius or crazy. Maybe neither of both. My father is a genius. My mother was a madwoman. Go figure out in which category I fall. Tell me. I want to know too.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
TOO LATE TO SAY...
I don't even know how many times it was happened to me... For how many times that I wanted to confess yet I always get scared... This deceiver mind is so unfair! for it was never let me reveal the truth that I wanna tell... I can even think of myself as such a fool for hiding it, but ... SOMETIMES IT'S BETTER TO ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'D GET HURT NOW, THAN TO LET THINGS HAPPEN WHEN YOU KNOW IN THE END WILL NEVER WORK OUT FINE... LOVELIFE hates me so much. If you feel the same, c'mon TAMBAY NA! =DTamamlanmış Hikaye
First Kiss - LEGACY 5 (AWESOMELY COMPLETED)
We understand how dangerous a mask can be, we become what we pretend to be. The mask becomes our own skin, until we are consumed by the lies and the pretendings. But I guess it can't be helped. No one will love you unless you wear a mask on. No one will accept you unless you become the person they wanted you to be. No one will love you for who you are. No one will look at you without your mask. No one. Not even one. However, love.. the most powerful thing in the world, is the only one who can reveal the face behind the mask. Love is the only way to be freed. Love is the only acceptance you can get. Too bad I don't believe in love. And I would rather forever wear a mask.Tamamlanmış Hikaye![You're the One [Loser's Series #5]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/392852797-256-k608746.jpg)
You're the One [Loser's Series #5]
When we were younger, I used to hate you. Your presence annoyed me. Your smug face used to irritate me. You're arrogant and nosy, and it's making me feel sick. You talk a lot, your words are like vex ringing in my ears. We're the pet peeves of each other, and we can't stand one another's company without arguing. Our friends used to say that we're the contrast of each other, that we're like the yin and yang. And now I still can't believe I'm gonna say it to you, but I think you're the one for me.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'
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