"I've been evil all my life. Built for darkness, you might call me a monster.I've got blood on my hands from the thousands I've murdered. Can my eyes of black fade into the once vibrant green they should have been?Is it possible for me to live in a world without darkness pulling at my heart.Do you think I can ever be forgiven for all my past sins? For the destruction of what could have been a happy family?Can I live to be the brother you always wanted?Or is it too late to save me from what I have become?"*A SEBASTIAN MORGENSTERN STORY*Spin-off of "The Immortal Instruments: City of Heavenly Fire" by Cassandra Clare.~WARNING~ Contains spoilers if haven't read the last book in "The Immortal Instruments" series (City of Heavenly Fire)
As I walk along the park, I meet a happy cousin, not to mention, my cousin. The boy's name is Lionel, who goes by Lio for short. But then, something odd happens, that breaks our family apart......
A flower,symbol, and memory,Of a true and undying love between a man from the past and a girl from the present.Language used: English/Filipino/SpanishDate started: January 11, 2019Ended: -------
Fenrir Greyback held her down on floor. She thought he was going to bite her but he did something worse. He started to rip her clothes apart. She was screaming, trying to get out of his hold with whatever little strength she had after the torture but she was way too weak. Just when she thought it was the end, she heard a shout, "GET AWAY FROM HER!" and the next moment Fenrir was blasted off into the wall with a powerful hex. She heard a familiar voice call her name, "Granger, are you alright?" but Her vision had started to fade, she saw a figure with blonde hair approaching her before her consciousnesses gave up. . . .This fanfiction is not like other goody goody stuff. It's got lot of real world influence so expect lot of cursing, abuse, violence and mature content. . . . DISCLAIME: i don't own harry potter story or any characters. Credit to J.K Rowling.
Lo siento mamá, papá, y todos los que algún día me arrancaron una sonrisa, pido perdón a aquellos que miraban en mi una joven fuerte, valiente...feliz, les he mentido, soy frágil, siempre estuve para todos pero nadie estuvo para mí, no los culpo, al final, la que se metió en este lío fui yo, y no me juzguen, la que ha soportado este dolor en el pecho día tras día fui yo, solo quise arrancarme este dolor sin importar el precio, sin más, quiero agradecerles por todo y pedirles que sigan adelante y que no sean cobardes como yo.Con Amor, Marinette Dupain Cheng .............................................................................................................................................................No busco romantizar el suicidio ni un tema tan serio como la depresión, solo quiero plasmar unos de mis viajes cuando me encontraba en esos horizontes, que espero nunca llegues a experimentar, Espero disfrutes de tu lectura, Gracias por tu apoyo.
Chuck vrs the Suicide: This is a what- if story Sarah's refusal to open up, and the stress within Chuck had built up..The depression had reached a critical point. Chuck had refused to eat, or even talk, Ellie could tell something had reached a head. Deep down she knew that it must have something to do with Sarah and her brother. So instead of tying up Morgan and eating ice cream and drinking scotch he went to another dark place.
❝memories are forgotten but the bloody moon remembers when the clock struck.❞❝cyan-haired queen? that's gotta be you.❞(BOOK COVER CREDITS TO @lilxc-galaxy: an amazing person, do check her account if you have the time.)(slow updates)
A collection of short stories. Horror, romance, sci-fi, western; little bit of everything.-Pink-2nd place in the Fur the More Flash Fic contest -Bath House-"Wow! That was amazing, I loved it. You're a great writer." -Jess-Excerpt from Bath House-The baths stretched out in front of me. I must have fallen asleep for a moment, lost time. I turned around. I turned again and again. The door had disappeared. So had the wall. In every direction I found tile and open water.I was standing on a round tile platform at the level of the water. As I looked around, confused and not sure if what I was seeing was real, I noticed the water was rising. My sandals and feet were steadily being flooded by the slow current of the baths. It was the sensation of my soaked sandals that convinced me this was real. That damn Kali, I knew this was their doing. Deity, spirit, or otherwise, they had managed to trap me and would drown me if I couldn't escape. The water was now to my calves, just wetting the hem of my sari. I would have to swim soon and the yards of silk would become too cumbersome. With a shout of anger and fear, I removed and abandoned the only fine garment I owned. Bubbles lifted from the folds of shining fabric as it sank below the surface.
She needs more power, and she needs it faster than aging up would grant her in time.. Knowing that other dragons see her as the daughter of a traitor is not going to hold her back. She was going to wrestle the power back that was stolen, For her father who was betrayed, for her home that was destroyed For her brother who was sent away. She was going to have revenge. Now possible thanks to the semi-centennial engagement ritual, The one way any dragon could rise in status... The Chase...