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Hikari is the daughter of amaterasu and a human she is a demigod and has been tasked to look over the rulers of kouh.All the characters belong to their rightful owners. I only own my oc.

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𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐁𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐃"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘, 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎?"BASIC INSTINCT"Tender we fallQuiet and aloneTired and gone, just speechlessSpeechlessTired and gone" -тнє α¢ι∂[i update whenever possible]©IWONTLIVE©LILREDBEANIE ©WEBTOON

Forced out of his home in London, Sam has little choice but to show up on his mother's doorstep in Florida. Absent from each other's lives for the last nine years, Sam comes to find that lot of things have changed. With an annoying (yet surprising) roommate, an all knowing friend, and a little sister that he knew nothing about - just how much can Sam take on board? Not to forget his mother's fiancé, Alex, who should really start wearing something more than underwear around the house. Then again, Sam wasn't exactly complaining. Much.(Explicit chapters available. Warning for mentions of abuse.)

Sitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding Night.I rolled my toes as the visuals of him slowly touching my cheeks, making love to me was blurring my vision again and again.I was trying to compress my frequent blush that were turning my cheeks warm like candles. My lips unknowingly turning into the slight smile.Suddenly, the door pushed open and I shivered slightly.I could hear the slow and faded footsteps of him coming closer. I couldn't see him as my eyes were low and even covered with the veil.I felt him sitting on the bed, a little away from me.He was Sultan Aashiq Ibrahim Khan, my husband, and my childhood love. Ever since, I started knowing this world. I had imagined him my husband. And now, we were married through an arranged marriage."What's your name? Begum,"His voice was dark and deep. But it made my smile vanished all of sudden. My heart started beating insanely. I terrified honestly."Tell me," he asked again.My eyes turned teary as I realised that he had no clue about my muteness. Yes, I couldn't speak. I had lost my voice forever in accident. But, the much I remember my father sent him a letter revealing it."What happened? Are you okay?"He asked with concern, pulling my veil up. The tears left my eyes and I shivered.I sucked on my lips as my throat turned dry. Even my cries didn't have any voice.I moved my fingers to signal him that I was mute, a voiceless princess.But, his eyebrows turned in a thinned line and a immense shock was clear on his face."Your fa... Family lied to me?"He stood up from the bed in anger.***The life was difficult for ladies back in 17th century but it was worse for specially abled.This is the love story of Ruhani, a princess who can't speak but has a lot to say. Ever since, she lost her voice, she learnt to nod for everything and when she married to her childhood crush. Her life turned a complete turn.Mature content!!!It also have triggering scenes!!!

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I was grabbed by the arm and pinned against the wall, I gasped in shock as I looked up to see the dude from earlier, "what the h-" I was cut off when he placed his finger over my lips and shushed me, "Mine" he growled. yes growled, I mean who growls. Before I could respond, he smashed his lips on to mine and ravished them. Instantly a strange spark ignited inside me, tingles erupted on my lips. I suddenly felt this uncontrollable pull towards him, like he's meant for me. Why do I feel like this? I felt his hands grab my hips and pinned me harder against the wall with his body.Before I knew it I was kissing him back. His hair was wrapped around my fingers as I pulled his lips closer to me. One of his hands stayed on my hip as his other hand, slid down to my thigh, his thumb, rubbing circles in a spot, sending shivers up and down my leg. His tongue swept into my mouth, exploring the interior. My eyes widened when I felt something very prominent against my stomach. I pushed him away and I began to panic. Suddenly, the sound of my smack against his cheek filled the empty hallway.

She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a world that disregards outcasts. So, these are on the darker side of the spectrum. Some poems might be distressing for some readers. I personally enjoy consuming dark content, it's kinda like a coping mechanism. I really hope none of you relate with any of these :) I'll be posting only poems here, I'll try to be as active as I can.The poems are not in any order. They are just the thoughts that pop up any time of the day.(8.11.2023) PS: Please check out 'safe space'. I need your help to make it a real safe space, readers! Ranking:#1 shortpoem#1 distressing#1 poetry (17.1.2024) #1 poem (24.1.2024)