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Finnick could only watch helplessly from the screen, powerless to rescue her from the torment she was enduring. "GET HER OUT!" he shouted at the gamemakers, his voice filled with desperation. His jaw tightened, a surge of rage coursing through him as he imagined tearing them to shreds. Panic gripped his heart at the thought of her taking her own life. Catching Fire - Mockingly part 2 Disclaimer!!! I don't own the hunger games or the character. I only take credit with my own twists and characters I may add.

this is a very short story of girl just like you and me . a 18 year old girl who is unaware where life will take her.

"Didn't you love me?" "I loved you as much as I could."

He watched her from the dark. Learned her habits. Counted her breaths. By the time she meets him, she realizes the truth- She was never followed. She was claimed. A dark mafia romance of obsession, stalking, and possession where love feels like being watched... and worshipped. Kabir Raichand = intense, cold, feared, obsessive energy Ira - short, rare, delicate

My first poem ever, maybe you will like it.

Some love stories don't ask to be remembered. They simply refuse to be forgotten Kolkata, 2012. She was poetry barely held together by silence. He was certainty laced with soft rebellion. When Maheshwari and Dev met, it felt like the city itself leaned in to listen. This is not a story of forever. It is a story of now. Of stolen glances in stairwells, of old songs on rainy evenings, of secrets so fragile they felt like paper left out in the monsoon. A love born under curfews, hidden behind textbooks, carried on late-night calls and old Bollywood songs. Years pass. Cities change. But memory doesn't follow the rules of distance or time. Fragments of poetry and memory write this story because what is life if not made of memories and nows and their dance with each other. Told in fragments of poetry and memory, Maheshwari and Dev is a haunting, tender story of first love, lost letters, and the chance that sometimes... the ending isn't the end.

Any good serial killer takes a trophy of some kind from their victims. Maybe it's part of the reason they always get caught. An obviously missing belonging is bound to raise suspicion, especially, when its found on your person. Rosemary knows better. Take something small. They'll never suspect the sweet girl who gets all A's. She takes small trophies and puts them on a charm bracelet. It goes quite well with her pink, bloodstained skirt.

"You can make everything possible. Just if you want" Beautiful stories about life, based on inspiring songs and people... You can finde yourself in every part of it. Keep your mind open and focus. I hope that you will like it ??

Rosanne is tucked inside her own little world, a world of filled with the pain and terror of OCD - like a bubble inside of "real life". She meets someone who helps her to become more comfortable with who she is, and who encourages her to fight. All of a sudden, Rose seems to hurt the people she most cares, and her friendship is tragically ended with the boy who helped her - but is it by her hands or accident? All of a sudden, Rose's life is more out of control than it ever has been. She doesn't know what to do, and she doesn't even think that God cares. Can her life be changed to normalcy... something she has wanted for so long? This story isn't rated mature, but some content may trigger or disturb. Discretion is advised.

Is beauty only skin deep? I guess that depends on how we are raised... Have you ever floated endlessly in a sea of thoughts? Trapped, stumbling within your own mind. Go ahead, scream. No one can hear you. These demons are in beaded deep in my thin pale skin. Not visible to the naked eye. But things you can't see aren't real, are they? At least that's my mother's philosophy. You see it's difficult when your mother is everything that you are not. Beautiful, loved, and wanted. The definition of perfect....

Vents, to find a release somewhere other then unhealthy coping mechanisms..

Family legacies are both a blessing and a curse. Rose Santi is in a storm of power, betrayal, and sacrifice. Named the heir to her grandfather's growing empire, she is stripped of her title and left with nothing but an impossible choice: to marry for power or live as a pawn in a dangerous game of alliances. Enemies armed with wealth and sinister intent cast a shadow over Rose's every move. Rose must navigate their haunting secrets and a past tied to her own. Will she be consumed by the legacy she was born to protect or will the secrets kept to destroy her set her free?

Where my heart attracted to.

In which a boy loved a girl.

Stuff (mainly poems) that I would've put in "Scenes 4 You" but I loved too much to let anyone else have, you know? Obviously, still feel free to use them as inspiration though.

This book isn't a love story, in fact it is filled with passionate short paragraphs of stimulative content related to adoration, heartbreak and platonic affection. Kindly comment and vote!~ - self written (original) - pure fiction And lastly, I would love it if you guys appreciate my work! 🤍

A collection of poems, short stories, and thoughts (c) BreatheForMeBabe 2013. I gave you a shred of my soul. The edges, soaked in blood, cloaked in tears, were deteriorated from years of harsh depression and abuse. I thought that I could run from you. But wherever I went, your ghost followed. You stick to me like clear Scotch tape. No one else needs to know.

JINMIN. Jin trabajaba en una cafetería. A Jimin le gustaba mucho el café. Y a Jin le gustaba mucho el. El corazón de Jin latía muy rápido, y las mejillas de Jimin estaban ardiendo.