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"I remember his face, his eyes that begged for forgiveness, his body as it shook with anger and emotion. I remember how my world fell apart right before him and how he watched me completely disintegrate because of what he did. What he committed. The way he betrayed me. The heart he took from me and shattered. The trust I gave him that he threw away. He ruined it all, he ruined me. And now I'm forever broken, nothing can ever bring me back. Nothing." WARNING: sexual content, explicit content, language and violence.

"I fucking 𝘰𝘸𝘯 you." He hissed. "You own me in 𝘣𝘦𝘥 and not in reality!" I insisted on my words. 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘓𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘹, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴. I hated the fact he did, I hated that he had full control over my soul, I hated the way he kissed me, I hated the way his hands felt nothing but damn right on my skin. I hated the verity of him owning every single ugly piece of me. His touch wasn't just filthy, his touch healed me, his touch has woken me up from the darkness I was brutally blindfolded to see and the past I had drowned with. And most importantly, I hated the fact I fell for him. 𝘝𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘓𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘹ꨄ ༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻༇༻༺༻༺༻ Hi loves! My second book is here and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it! I am announcing you to read at your own risk, this book is highly rated M+, and I suggest you to exit immediately if you feel any kind of uneasy towards my book. The mature chapters are characterized by this symbol ( • ) for a sexual content warning, and 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, please read at your own risk and 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 report my story. Furthermore I'd like to thank you and enjoy!

At first, it looks like a cliché, but don't worry. As the story unfolds, it reveals hidden secrets and becomes much more than it first appears. She mastered the art of being invisible... Until he saw her. She had walls. He had secrets. Neither of them wanted to feel anything. But the teasing turned into late-night texts... And the silence started to feel like home. They weren't supposed to happen. But somehow... they did. And now, nothing feels whole without the other.

E-BOOK AND PAPERBACK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON NOW!! - - - MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY - - - When you're born, you are born with an engraving tattooed upon your skin. It is given to you, to determine what man or woman should be your lover. Who should be with you forever once you find them. If you find them. It's a mark that is only half-finished, the other half left on your soulmate's body. Heat emerges on the area of your mark when they're near, and cold grows the farther you are apart. For Anna Cardale, her shoulder is covered in what looks to be half of a wing. A beautiful red and delicate wing. She's quiet, stoic, and doesn't let anyone in. And she certainly doesn't care for a "soulmate" ever since escaping a terrifying past life. But when she moves to a new town and to a new school with a new care home family, her skin heats up. She feels her stomach churn in unnerved expression. It's as if something is yearning to pull her closer. And then she sees him. For it wasn't something that pulled her in. It was someone. And just like her, demons are living deep inside of his soul. Dreaded demons that keep him company. Can she heal him? Or is the other way around? Or perhaps the demons are always the ones who prevail... - - - "I'm sad that this wonderful book is coming to an end. 😢" - LlexieD "This book was phenomenal! I'm in such wow of it." - singingchoirfreak "AHH IM CRYING THIS IS AMAZING 1000/10 YES BITCHH" - BeautyInTheBlackRose - - -

In life, we all have our own roller coaster. It goes up and down and swirls around. We have the greatest moments to never forget and we have our worst memories we try to erase. I wish my life was better than what it became, but the world, isn't a wish granting factory. You get what you get, and you have to deal with it. Like they always say, everything happens for a reason. From, Me "She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible, she walked with the universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings." Cover: pathways_end [tysm love] Started: July 13, 2015 Finished: January 17, 2016

You say "I love you, boy" I know you lie I trust you all the same I don't know why 'Cause when my back is turned My bruises shine Our broken fairytale So hard to hide I still believe it's you and me 'til the end of time ~~~ Dom/Sub Relationship *trigger warning for abuse, homophobia, depression, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts and actions* Completed

[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

I had survived the first. That was then; this is now. The blindfold of so many pills slowly died away and first though my finger then my head, a passion, a hurt and a need filled me as every moment was consumed with words; every breath with wisps of ink. But they were not all captured and somewhere in the deep abyss of living, lies the unspoken, almost unfelt feelings of decades in months. This is the half-empty account off all those nights from December through into the new year and the end of March. ...I pains me to share it. But it also makes it just not my problem anymore and that is something I long for- freedom and peace. Please note that all grammatical and linguistic, as well as those in punctuation and spelling or placing of words were intentional. If you LIKE this and want me to write a commentary on each poem and picture (as in my previous collection Apfel), please show me in comments and votes :) PLEASE DO NOT COPY any of the poetry or pictures.

Promiscuity is addictive. It's so safe. You are not at risk of getting hurt, physically maybe , But emotionally ? No And the emotional pain is by far the worst. I know this because I've experienced both. Physical pain, from my alcoholic father, sexual abuse from his friends. It hurt, it really did. I have scars to show. But let me tell you, the worst type of hurt is the emotional pain. That pain you get when after years of building a wall around yourself, you FINALLY let someone in. You let that one special person in. You bring down your walls. You give your heart. You let him hold your heart in his palms even though you know the risks. You have so many dreams and fantasies about being with this person forever. And he leads you on. It feels good But then he turns around and crushes your heart. He squeezes the life out of it and you feel pain that you never thought was humanly possible. You feel so much pain you can't breathe. And then , you become cold. You stop feeling. You have no heart anymore. You become heartless, promiscuous, bad, really bad. Yes , that happened to me. Ben did that to me. It hurt. It hurt too much. But now I'm safe . Because I'm the bad girl. The one who doesn't have a heart left to be broken.