A Thousand Cuts

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She just needed one more. This was the last time she promised herself. She couldn't hide it anymore. People were starting to talk. What could they say?Todos los derechos reservados

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He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

Him: I hate myself. For what I did to her, for leaving, for everything. But what was I supposed to do? Love her while letting myself destruct? Now I have to live my life without her. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I miss her. Her: I should of known something like this was going to happen. I should of known I would only get hurt. Why did I have to let him in? I have to move on now, even if it kills me. As if this pain in my heart isn't already tearing me apart. I don't know if I can do this anymore. I miss him. - continuation and sequel to Let Me In.

you? You did that? ... She asked tears streaming down her eyes Trust me love! I never did that... I' could never!!! You were the only one I wanted!!!.... Came my reply What about the proof? How are you gonna justify them? One can lie but what about her? She wouldn't lie to me right? She told me everything that happened between you and her!!!!! She screamed Idk what proof you're talking about but trust me! Please believe me love I never did that! I would never! I cried being helpless I told you I'll snatch her away from you just the way you did! She was never yours to begin with! She was mine always and forever!! She left you! Are you dreaming? She left you she fucking left you! She ain't coming to you ever again! You son of a bitch! What did you do! Why did you do that!??? FUCKING SPEAK UP! it was easy! Asking your past lovers to help me out and guess what? They did and she being naive believed her!

🍃Why Did We Promise?🍃 de Sweet_Falling_Roses

Why did we promise? If you couldn't keep it through. Should I have listened? I guess the monster was under my bed the entire time. 🌱

"Felix, we're moving ," she didn't say it quite like that but it was all I got from that conversation, I was shocked, and who wouldn't this so sudden I felt my whole being freeze up , how could she do this, I thought, I just started my junior year of High School and already a freak there. I already I have a hard time making friends out of people I know, the two only friends I got seemed to have abandoned me, and my mother is thinking of putting me in a new environment with bunch of strangers? Yeah let's how that pans out, "When?" that's all I could ask, I looked at her, waiting for her to reply "This weekend," she answered, she knew I was upset, I could tell by how guilty she looked, but she had already made her decision and there was nothing I could do about it.

I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to ask her if she was broken. I wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to know her name. My friend didn't dare say it for even the thought of her old life made her cry. I wanted her to know I was there, but sadly, that won't happen for a long time, or at least until she dies.

Rachel moves town after her dads death. She has to make new friends until one night changed the rest of her life. From that moment on will Rachel have to say Goodbye all over again? "You promised." "Wake up!" "Goodbye." *COMPLETE* *GRAPHIC CONTEXT* *MATURE LANGUAGE*

"I'd die to see you again." I cried. I'm down on my knees wishing you were here beside me. Tell me what to do and I'll do everything to have you back. But this time It's too late.

The Ride Home (Tko x Reader) de -summertimesun

Holy crap it's another one. Twin au because it's easier. ~~~ "Where does this go?" Y/n asked. "Wherever your heart desires." They answered. That was a strange way to answer wherever. But Y/n didn't care. She just needed to get away. "Take me far away." Y/n ordered. "How far does your heart wish to go?" They asked. Y/n raised an eyebrow. "I don't know! Just get me away from here!" Y/n exclaimed. ~~~ Y/n lived a rough life. She eventually got so tired and decided to just run away to try and solve her problems. But she never realized that this was just the beginning, starting with a mysterious bus.

"I love you" she mumbled as she buried her face in my chest. My heart sank into my stomach. Love?! This was the first time we were meeting! I was hoping it was just the alcohol talking, but what if it wasn't? I'd always avoided this with the many girls I had been with before, left before they could even think about saying the L word. I wouldn't let her change me.

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Reaping The Red Heir

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.

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