I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

dont read this one either Warning: this has like all the angst imaginable dude. i dont even remember all of it. here some of the big ones tho: suicides (plural), self harm, self hate and deprecation, depression, etc. all badly handled/written This place is a message... and part of a system of messages... pay attention to it! Sending this message was important to us. We considered ourselves to be a powerful culture. This place is not a place of honor... no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here... nothing valued is here. What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger. The danger is in a particular location... it increases towards a center... the center of danger is here... of a particular size and shape, and below us. The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours. The danger is to the body, and it can kill. The form of the danger is an emanation of energy. The danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically. This place is best shunned and left uninhabited.

There are a lot of things you don't really think about until they happen to you. Take rape, for instance. I always thought, "That won't happen to me. I have a boyfriend. I trust him. He would never take advantage of me like that..." I couldn't have been more wrong. Love in this day and age is often confused for manipulation and abuse. The warning signs are here. The things we say will tell us everything that is wrong. You are worth more than what you think you are. It's not your fault. If they tell you otherwise, get out. Burn the bridge. Always remember someone is waiting for you to walk into their life. Someone needs you. Someone loves you. Getting away from all of the wrong people and finding the right ones could save you. I can promise you right now that it saved me. These are the journal entries and selected poems from my first experience of love that left a unpleasant taste in my mouth- quite literally. I am putting this out for the whole world to see because I hope everyone will learn from my experience. People can see. We have no excuses to continue living our lives in ignorance. ...WARNING... HARMFUL THEMES INCLUDING MENTION OF SUICIDE, SELF HARM, AND RAPE. THIS HAS EXPLICIT CONTENT. RECOVERY AND AWARENESS IS THE PURPOSE OF SHARING. DO NOT READ IF THESE THEMES ARE OFFENSIVE OR HARMFUL TO YOU.

Book 2 in the ''Interstellar'' series. A lot can happen in just a few months. Good moments, bad moments, normal days, and days that make you want to climb the walls around you and separate heads from their respective bodies. But then there's that one day, that one moment, that can haunt you for the rest of your life. That one day or moment where you wished you had done things differently, where you wished you could go back to and maybe listen to your gut and not dismiss it so quickly. Maybe, just maybe, if you had, things wouldn't have changed so much from where they were just a few months before. New account, since Wattpad deleted my old one. If you like my stories, check out my reading lists. All stories are separated by fandom. Hope you enjoy them. :)

Dear Blood, Oh, blood, my love, a paradox you are, A symbol of life, a tragic scar. You flow and ebb, a constant dance, A whispered promise, a second chance. I see your beauty in the sunset's glow, A canvas painted, where passions flow. You stain the earth, a fertile mark, The lifeblood surging, leaving its stark. You whisper tales of battles won, Of ancient wounds, beneath the sun. Of hearts that break, and tears that fall, The poignant echo of a lover's call. In every beat, a silent plea, A symphony of life, for you and me. I crave your touch, a feverish need, The warmth that flows, a whispered seed. My love for you, a crimson stain, A tapestry of passion, etched in pain. For in your depths, I find my soul, A love so fierce, it takes control. So let the crimson tide flow free, A testament to your love for me. For in your veins, my heart resides, A love eternal, where passion abides. Love, Natty. _______________________________ Inspired by Liver leaf ⚠️Warning ⚠️ * This Story contains disturbing content* Do not read if sensitive Published April 2nd 2022 Republished: June 4th 2024

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO BAMBI🤎 READ BEFORE READING THIS BOOK! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "We made for each other Z.... No matter what we do... shit... we stuck but if the wrong people find out we broke that contract..." "What?" I look at him and he's already looking at me. "One of us gonna get hurt... and the last thing imma do is let you get hurt" we look at each other and I feel emotions run through me like a tsunami. "Why?" "Because we born into this fucking mess. We ain't do nothing for it to happen... we were born into this shit" he takes a hit and I grab his jaw before he blows it into my mouth. I inhale it before blowing it out into the cold air. "You love me?" I ask nervously. "Always" "And forever" I lean my head on his shoulder. PAST RATING🤎: #1 gun fight🤎 #1 gang violence 🤎 #13 sequel 🤎 #1 Gunviolence🤎 #5 Gunviolence🤎 #Gunviolence🤎 #7 jokes🤎 #8 jokes🤎 #16 jokes🤎 #32 Jokes🤎 #10 jokes 🤎 #22 happiness 🤎 #27 healing🤎

I wasn't special, I wasn't a marine or a scientist sent here from earth to study Pandora, I was a behaviorist-some say behaviorists are scientists too; but the brain isn't made up of mathematics and hope, it's like the roots of trees. Forever speaking but unheard. I study people's brains and their behavior. I don't look at it with hope and faith. I'm nothing special, not really. When I was accepted to help with Project Pandora, I was exhilarated. This was my big break, something to get me out there. I never expected for it to spiral into my life unprofessionally-become personal, emotional. That I would have to fight in a war between man and alien, choose between my own people and a clan of beings that accepted me-welcomed me, trained and made me one of them. This wasn't supposed to become personal, but it did.

growing up and growing apart sometimes people who really love you have to leave you for your own good and it's okay to grow apart holding on to things that hurt isn't a wise choice They broke up in college but now are forced into an arranged marriage Will the sparks fly again or........ ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Wrong place, wrong time, wrong people, right man Surrounded with unfortunate events, unfortunate people Those slim waists, slim faces, long hair and long nails Those long legs, large hands, fluffy hair and beaded bracelets They don't belong together last days, best times, red hands and playing fights Social priorities, diwali parties, arm wrestling and life stories That's the closure I needed Searching the crows, you stand tall, stand out Walking out of that building with hurt hands and burnt minds scholar badge, scholar board, Council badges and red coats brown pants,white shirts, black shoes and red ties Sprawling crowds, yellow buses, red rickshaws and black cycles ice cream man, Mother Dairy, white vans and red lights Saw you walking on the footpath with rolled up sleeves with few friends I wouldn't wish I would be there I couldn't wish I could be there Could you be specific who do you like? Blinding lights, goodbyes, Friday promises and exam time White walls, black boards, blue desks and A/C nobs Sweet memories scattered in my head Teardrops all over my bed These are the things I'll never forget And that's the price I paid cover credit: pinterest

College, She finally made it, far from home and all alone, but happy and proud, you got a big job after your mothers death and life felt great like it couldn't get any better until your first day after work, what was once your amazing dream come true became your worst living nightmare. Hello readers so I just wanted to give a heads up for anyone who may have or may have not watched the series ''After'' this is not copying step-by-step, but some of the settings or actions may reflect off what had occurred in the show. Another thing, my grammatical and punctuation may not be on point or even may just be wrong in general, so please do not hate or comment mean things about it. I'm not perfect and it's a lot of work too did stories but also very fun and I enjoy doing them WARNING ‼️⚠️⛔️ Sexual contact, Foul language, Sexual abuse, Harassment, Rape, Assault and much more (I will put a red flag or a brief note if any of the pages contain any of those warnings)

This Four Go On Adventures Around Copper 9 Getting in Trouble and Learning More Things disclaimer:There Some Oc's Ships New Species More Lore and Figths