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Forgive me Father for I have sinned.Again. I told myself I could fight the temptation.That was a lie.I tried dousing my body in holy water.But... Satan set me on fire once again.You see I've got a problem. A big one.I've locked the forbidden fruit up in my closet.That doesn't stop me from wanting her.Thinking about how sweet she tastes.This isn't a confession.This is me telling you I'm throwing in the towel.It's over. He's won. Satan's alive and he's hungry.Hungry for the one woman I've lusted over for five years.

From a young age, you were drawn to the grim aspects of life. Old dolls found in the attic, abandoned buildings falling apart, or eerie stories whispered in a forgotten cemetery intrigued you. You saw beauty in the worn-out and neglected, in the places and things that others avoided. The grim and dark elements of life had a unique charm for you, not because they were morbid, but because they were honest. This was a stark contrast to your own polished appearance: a well-put-together young woman with elegant fashion sense and a sharp tongue. Perhaps these things intrigued you because they were everything you were not, yet you found comfort in them. The trip to the slaughterhouse was an effort made by your father. You were selective about who you surrounded yourself with, and maybe this was an excuse to meet someone new.

I wiped my eyes once again to see deep piercing green ones looking down at me. More tears came as I saw the root of my anger, and I stood up pushing past him. I tried to run but got pulled back by a hand grabbing my wrist. "What happened?" Clyde demanded angrily. "Get off of me!" I growled and pried his fingers off my wrist and continued to the bathroom. Once inside I went into a stall and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my face. Why was I always crying?I heard the door open and I tried to contain my sniffling so that they wouldn't hear. Then I looked down to see the feet and saw Clyde crawling under my stall. ~~~~~Alexa Moore is a crybaby. She can't deal well with her emotions; if she is frustrated, angry, sad, mad, or hurt she can't help but cry. She hates that she always feels the need to cry and tries to stay happy by being unconfrontational, and staying away from jerks.Clyde Wood is seemingly heartless. Through the bad, sad, hurtful, and pissing situations he appears to be tougher than nails. Sure he is happy most times, but in the eyes of many he is a heartless jerk that picks on everyone. If it wasn't for his great looks he'd probably be with the Gothic kids, not the popular ones. That, and he made a hobby of being a player.Alexa meeting Clyde was definitely a recipe for disaster, causing her to shed more tears than in her entire 17 years. The year goes from good to bad to good to bad, and end bad? With so much heart churning events, will there really be a rainbow after the storm?

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, you, dear reader, come across a world of poetic wonder where each page reveals another treasure - gold comes in many different fonts after all.started : 15.06.2024completed : 28.07.2024𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !#1 in ramblings#1 in poemcollection#1 in poetrycollection#1 in poesia#2 in poembook#4 in poet#5 in thoughts#6 in poem#7 in ttpd#10 in thoughts

REINCARNATED SERIES #01Isabelle loves reading books, especially novels. One time, she read a famous novel called 'Grow Old with You'. Isabelle was betrayed by her sister for stealing her ex-boyfriend but what if Isabelle died in her sister's hand? But at the same time, her sister also died. On the other side. Isabella Montenegro was accidentally hit her head to a tree, causing her own death, stupid right? But what if the soul of Isabelle was transferred to Isabella's body? In short, she reincarnates into Isabella's body! The antagonist in the story of 'Grow Old with You'.What will she do? She will accept her faith or not?"I'm the Antagonist but suddenly... I become the Protagonist." ─ Isabella Montenegro.Most Impressive Ranking#1 Thrilling#1 Taglish#1 Badass#1 Vegeance#2 Tagalog-english#3 TagalogPLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!PS : the illustration in the cover photo is not mine, credits to the real owner. [@pinterest]© ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

अन्तः अस्ति प्रारंभः।The end is the beginning.A caterpillar dies, to birth a butterfly. Water evaporates to rain down. Dead carcasses fill the stomachs of vultures.Life gives way to death and death to life. In a vicious circle of different karmas and janmas, a soul leaves a decaying body to move onto something better and livelier.But what if certain karmas are found hanging on the thin string between salvation and damnation?This is exactly where Mihira Ramnath Subhedar finds herself. The last of the many Kaliyugis, she was holding on to the narrowest beam that would lead her towards eternal the light, or so she thought.Poets were liars, she discovered when the end neared. There was nothing peaceful about death, no rest and no respite; just an ounce of faith which made her believe that she would finally find a place at the Lord's feet. But the ever merciful Leeladhari had discrete intents for such a soul that had just witnessed the end of the heinous yuga."No, ain't Vaikuntha but Dvāpara. Good luck completing the unfinished business!"Walk along the aisle with Mihira while she embarks on the greatest pilgrimage of her rekindled life, witnesses the red of the Swastika being washed over by the red of vengeful blood and being swept off her feet by a man she'd never heard of.

[Completed] Every Wolf Moon, humans are selected from each village to be sacrificed to the werewolves; creatures worshipped by humans as godlike figures. In a twist of fate, seventeen year old Mila Young is selected to be the annual sacrifice for the Trinity pack, the most powerful pack ruled by King Alpha Roman Stone.Alpha Roman and all werewolves under his rule are cursed. His hatred for the humans and his war on the deity Moon Goddesses has caused his kind to lose the favor of their blessings. However, when Mila reveals herself to have a connection to the werewolves unlike anything a human has ever had before, it becomes apparent that she may be the key to ending the suffering of Roman and his wolves... if only he can overcome the lifelong hatred that clouds his mind and darkens his heart.Excerpt:"You smell like wolf," The King Alpha declared, his voice low and angry."I killed one," I both explained the smell and threatened at the same time."And you think you can kill me? You think you can take my pack?"I glanced around at all the lycans still in their wolf forms, bowing obediently towards me. Could I take all of them on? I doubted it. I didn't even think I'd get this far. I didn't even know what was going on.When I turned back to the King Alpha, he was significantly closer."Stay back!" I cried out in fear. The power flared within me once more, lifting whimpers from around me. The King Alpha hesitated again, his eyes skating over me with confusion. He took a deep breath, sniffing the air around me as he hadn't yet gotten any closer."You smell like... my mate."{{Warning: Some scenes may be unsuitable for audiences below the age of 15 and offensive to those of all ages. Read at your own risk.}}Rankings:#1 in Lycans#1 in wolf