Undefined Stories

This story is all about an undefined desire that a woman creates for herself, as she tries solving her own mysteries and living up to the life of questioning, curiosity, willing to fathom the ability of being self-aware.

Just ranting and mumbling

Charlie didn't knew she had it in herself. Her power. When her nightmarish dreams forced her to face the real truth of her life, she soon will realize, that everything will never be the seem. The world that she thought was once good, has turned into an orb of evil. And it is now in not only in her hands, but is among nine other people hands too. But what she doesn't realize is that, looking for the nine other people, is a hard day's work.

'Please don't.' I thought as I cowered against the wall. He slowly stalked over to me with the whip in his hand. The ends tied with glass shards already bloodied with my own. My skin ran with blood all over with piece of the shards stuck in there. I bowed my head in submission to at least try to get him to stop but to say the least, it wasn't going to work, it never did. He's too far gone, and maybe I will too. The Alpha King is someone meant to be loved, feared and respected at the same time. I chose fear or rather was forced too. I'm not seen as his mate nor will I. The picture has already been painted with him alone. His pack will never know of my existence. For him, deniability is key. I'm scorned and treated as gum underneath his shoes. I've been beaten mercilessly by him. His sadistic ways haunts me for days on end. I have not slept in months, years even, I'm just trying to survive his cold wrath every time he comes down the basement. I'm afraid, so very afraid. So afraid that I'm begging the moon goddess to let me die, she wouldn't listen. She turned her back on me after we found each other. What caused him to be like this? If I knew, you think I would be here? I would be free, full of life and have a... a smile. His ways have made me twisted in my own mind. He's my sadist and I'm his masochist. And one of us has to break and I'm pretty damn sure its gonna be me.

Piper can't remember her past. Taken in by a strange boy with golden eyes, Piper begins to unravel her past, along with secrets, forgotten love, and many heartbreaking situations; all through sudden flashbacks. Her story begins here, can you figure it all out?

It's funny how everyone gets to be known to be someone or something. It's like they get a title and judged by what that title says. Most of the time, people don't even get to choose their title; other peers just choose the, for you and they may not even know you or your past. Sarah Leora was defined as fat, useless, and ugly. The worst part about being defined is you lead up to that part or title. Like you may not be what someone defined you to be at first, but then you finally do turn into the person you never thought you would be. All because someone else put a title on you. Sarah had an awful title and she changed it.