?mode=1&language=1&lim=&search=&utm_source=rss 抖阴社区 - Discover a World of Unlimited Stories https://static.wattpad.com/be/image/logo.gif?v=1755892218 ?mode=1&language=1&lim=&search=&utm_source=rss /20802924-the-mystery-guy-next-door-%E2%88%9A-1-party-invites?utm_source=rss<b>bookaddict567 / 18 pages</b><br/>The strip of leather made contact with the skin on my back. The burning pain soared and I had to grit my teeth so no noise came out. I've lost count. I can't even remember the number of times he has brought the whip down onto my back. The burnin...The strip of leather made contact with the skin on my back. The burning pain soared and I had to grit my teeth so no noise came out. I've lost count. I can't even remember the number of times he has brought the whip down onto my back. The burning sensation cooled and for a few seconds I thought the torture had finished but my thoughts soon came crashing down. Instead of being mauled by the whip, I heard a crunch as the bones in my torso were crushed by a heavy booted foot kicking me in the side. I grunted in pain. I had been in this cell for God knows how long and it was now probably some time in the evening. "Trying to be clever are we?" His voice booms out, his voice makes me flinch. "That's what you think smart ass. But I was trying to protect her." I replied back. I shouldn't have said that because moments later I'm kicked again in the side; this time so hard that I can feel a rib sink into one of my lungs. I fly towards the opposite wall in the cell, landing on my back. The specks of dirt and dust dig into the deep cuts on my back making me suck in a quick breath. I grunt and try to get up onto my feet but I feel a firm grip on the base of my neck. Before I know it, my feet are no longer touching the ground and I'm struggling for air. This is it. I'm dying. It's all over. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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]]>/335297338-the-beauty-of-breathing-1-nouveaux-commencements?utm_source=rss<b>bookaddict567 / 1 page</b><br/>feeling like a waste of space? Do you feel like your just being dragged along by time? You have nothing to pursue, work towards, lacking the energy to make your life beautiful? You can have anything you want. You can have the world. I promise, ...feeling like a waste of space? Do you feel like your just being dragged along by time? You have nothing to pursue, work towards, lacking the energy to make your life beautiful? You can have anything you want. You can have the world. I promise, you will feel so content. And I will tell you how.

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]]>/326708503-her-secret-letters-wahid-%D9%88%D8%A7%D8%AD%D8%AF?utm_source=rss<b>bookaddict567 / 3 pages</b><br/>Every feeling, thought, emotion you've ever felt. The times you just felt like something was a miss? Like you knew how you felt but didn't at the same time. Just as your about to put your finger on it, it quickly scattered away. Fading int...Every feeling, thought, emotion you've ever felt. The times you just felt like something was a miss? Like you knew how you felt but didn't at the same time. Just as your about to put your finger on it, it quickly scattered away. Fading into the whiteness of the world around. I know how you feel, and that is exactly what I wrote in my letters. But. A quick flick through this on the worst of your days will either overwhelm you with emotion, or settle your fraying soul until your heart is cleansed of all the stress and worries.

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]]>/320038485-365-days-in-my-mind-day-one?utm_source=rss<b>bookaddict567 / 1 page</b><br/>Ever wondered what goes on in the mind of someone when they're silent?Ever wondered what goes on in the mind of someone when they're silent?

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]]>/81635628-his-runaway-bride?utm_source=rss<b>bookaddict567 / 19 pages</b><br/>I was struggling for breath. I could feel beads of sweat sinking into the skin on my back. I had been running for my life after finally seizing the chance to escape. I had escaped but it still seemed like a fantasy. Was this actually happening? ...I was struggling for breath. I could feel beads of sweat sinking into the skin on my back. I had been running for my life after finally seizing the chance to escape. I had escaped but it still seemed like a fantasy. Was this actually happening? I screamed when I heard the firing of ammunition to my left. British and American jets flew over my head; too close for comfort. Did they see me as a target? A target for a missile strike? Surely they would spare me? Oh Lord guide me I had wailed. It all happened so quickly. The explosion somewhere behind me, followed by men shouting and screaming. I wasn't ready to go back there. Granted, they didn't torture me but I was slowly suffocating in that place. And anyway I had to get out of there. My feet carried me even quicker in a random direction towards the nearest shelter I could see. Once I reached the shed like thing, I desperately looked around for any other signs of life; there were none. I whimpered and sat with my back leaning against a nearby mango tree. I hope they wouldn't get me. Be it the American or British troops or be it the extremists I had just run away from. I was a lonely soul in the middle of the Sahara-like terrain, yet I held hope and God's guidance close to my heart. I wasn't just running for my life, I was also running to save the life growing inside me... In other words, I was his runaway bride.. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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