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jacobbixenman tracob troyesivan

He was a drawer
He wasnt any ordinary drawer, no
He drew in his bathroom.
He drew with blades to his wrist
Like a paintbrush on a canvas.
He took me to the river at 11:00 at night.
Rolled up his sleeves and said "i draw alot."
So i rolled up mine and said "I draw too."

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I wasnt trying to copy anyone, I actually cant remember where i got that from ^All Rights Reserved

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TIE STORY by madeone888

Jacob was born into a humble family, where his father worked as a carpenter. Every day, his father would collect discarded wood and metal scraps in their small town, trying to transform them into something useful before selling them. His upbringing taught him to view everything from a different perspective, to see the hidden potential that others might miss. They affectionately called his father "Pak Tino." Sometimes, even their neighbors, who often indulged in a consumerist lifestyle, would alleviate their guilt by giving Pak Tino some furniture in exchange for buying the latest products from IKEA, conveniently located just a 20-minute motorbike ride away. Since childhood, Jacob witnessed his father's unparalleled creativity. He grappled with scraps day in and day out, and while the results sometimes fell short, it never dampened his spirit. Jacob grew up in an environment filled with dedication and determination. He learned that everything had the potential to be turned into something valuable, a valuable lesson handed down by his father, Pak Tino. But one day, while accompanying his father on a scavenging expedition, Jacob stumbled upon something that caught his attention. It was a damaged teakwood cabinet with partially open drawers. Something seemed to glisten inside one of the drawers. Jacob glanced at his father, who was in the process of hoisting a large wooden crate and testing its strength by stomping on it vigorously. Jacob pulled open the drawer and discovered a roll of golden-colored fabric that seemed to beckon him with its shimmering brilliance. And from that moment on, Jacob's life was forever changed.

All Grown Up: The Story of Jacob and Renesmee Part II by Vanessawolf2

If you haven't read Part I, go ahead and read that! Enjoy the ride as I continue to revise the story and thank you all so much for all of the support you've shown me.

The Citizen Soldier (DNF) by CheetahBoi

!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.

Scarlet Red ✔ by Happyharriet

What the fuck do you want?"I asked. "Get dressed we're going out"he says. "Hell nah, I ain't going no where"I say going back to my room. All I want to do is sleep and I won't let anybody stop me. I feel a muscular hand snake around my waist pulling me out of my room. "I can't fall asleep so you can't sleep too!" He says forcefully. "I hate you!" I scream. "No you don't, you adore me" he chuckles "Keep dreaming boy" I wanted him to let go of me, not because I didn't like it but because his touch, was driving me insane. It felt great and I can't afford to fall for him, I mean look at him who wouldn't fall for that handsome face and crazy person but that was problem. I'm not his type. He turned me around and this time I was facing him, our eyes met and I couldn't deny it, it felt great to be in his arms. His eyes lowered and fell on my lips. Before I could even say my name, he kisses me. My eyes widened in shocked but I gave in and wrapped my arms around his neck, closing my eyes. God damn!his lips are soft. It was slow and gentle, his hands moved to my face as he increased the pace. My hands moved to his soft black hair. God! I've always wanted to touch it I let out a moan and he slipped his tongue in making the kiss hotter. It was the best feeling on earth. We both pulled away at the same time, panting. Damon and Scarlet, two different people brought together by fate but separated by life. Will they find each other again and just live with the memories of what that had??

My Sweetness by mmfrankie

• Remington × reader • "He caught them and gave a small pout. 'Am I not worthy enough to be your art without any clothes?' He batted his eyes at me and tried to repress a smile as I showed him the bathroom."

The Dark Rose 🌹 {18+} by chelseaxxm123

[COMPLETED] ೋღ🌹ღೋ He stands roughly a few feet away from me, his body towering over my crouched one. I bring my legs up to my chest, pushing myself further into the wall as he kneels down towards me. He brings his nose to the crook of my neck, my face grimacing as I await for the pain. He breathes in, "hmmm, you smell so delicious." He coos, his breath fanning my neck, causing me to shiver In disgust. If only my brothers were here... "Wheres a delicacy like you been hiding this whole time?" His use of words has me on edge. His implementations imply that he's some sort of cannibal and judging from what he did to that other man I fear I may be right. I refuse to answer him, spitting in his face. My face bounces of the wall, the sting of his slap left behind on my cheek. I shake the pain away, placing a facade up to hide the fear within. You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn and his eyes that watch me with amusement are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. If I manage to escape I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." ೋღ🌹ღೋ ⚠️ Warning!!! This book is extremely dark and has depictions of Mature language, violence, sexual activity, sexual and physical abuse, including rape. Rape is a serious crime often overlooked where the victim is made to believe it is their fault. I do not condone rape however, it's a reality. Please only read if your 18+ and with caution. This book will be updated weekly. Possibly sometime more or less depending on how busy I am.

The Blood Order by esthersteel_

"Are you coming to bed firefly?" He says to me laying his hands over my waist joining me in looking over the city. "I want to look out for a little longer if that is alright?" I mumble hoping that he heard me anyways, I wasn't ready to walk into that bedroom, and I don't think I ever would be. "Of course, I'll be getting ready for bed, come in whenever you are ready." He says confidently and walks away leaving my waist cold something for which I am grateful. Especially when my mind burns with other more dangerous thoughts. The warmth that forever lingers in the air, never burning the skin, but always reminding about what is around us. I force air into my lungs feeling the unexpected warmth fill me. He stands in the room watching me even though he said he was getting ready for bed. He is worried about me, about me jumping. I have contemplated it I will admit, but he would stop me before I fell even two feet. I was stuck, and no one could save me. Not even myself, my fucking weak self. His presence is demanding no matter where we are, but right now I could sense everything about him, and I try to suppress the unwanted feelings that curl right under my skin. "Firefly? About done?" He calls out and I release my hand from the guard rail not realizing that as I looked at the lights that covered the shining city with the falling fire in the background that my subconscious was thinking about how nice it would be... how relieving it would be... to just fall. True freedom. I take a step back and wrap my hands together turning around to a fully clothed unchanged man and nod once. I could see the fear in his eyes that I would, he knows if he gave me the chance... I wasn't ready for this, but I had to survive. No matter what. Highest Ranks: #17 In Romance #5 in Soulmates

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TIE STORY

Jacob was born into a humble family, where his father worked as a carpenter. Every day, his father would collect discarded wood and metal scraps in their small town, trying to transform them into something useful before selling them. His upbringing taught him to view everything from a different perspective, to see the hidden potential that others might miss. They affectionately called his father "Pak Tino." Sometimes, even their neighbors, who often indulged in a consumerist lifestyle, would alleviate their guilt by giving Pak Tino some furniture in exchange for buying the latest products from IKEA, conveniently located just a 20-minute motorbike ride away. Since childhood, Jacob witnessed his father's unparalleled creativity. He grappled with scraps day in and day out, and while the results sometimes fell short, it never dampened his spirit. Jacob grew up in an environment filled with dedication and determination. He learned that everything had the potential to be turned into something valuable, a valuable lesson handed down by his father, Pak Tino. But one day, while accompanying his father on a scavenging expedition, Jacob stumbled upon something that caught his attention. It was a damaged teakwood cabinet with partially open drawers. Something seemed to glisten inside one of the drawers. Jacob glanced at his father, who was in the process of hoisting a large wooden crate and testing its strength by stomping on it vigorously. Jacob pulled open the drawer and discovered a roll of golden-colored fabric that seemed to beckon him with its shimmering brilliance. And from that moment on, Jacob's life was forever changed.