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Everything has been peaceful and nice for the lovely couple... almost too quiet. And when it's been serene for too long, someone has to come along and cause chaos. It's like the calm before the storm. But, this storm is more intense than anything imaginable. When tragedy strikes, the couple must return to Montana to search for clues that lead to the cause. Along the way, it's learned that past actions always result in future consequences. And sometimes... it's not the perpetrator that is affected.

A virus has swept the earth causing a global pandemic. Masks are required in public, social distancing is crucial; things are very, very different from how they used to be. But just when the virus starts to calm down things take a turn for the worse as a second stage commences. Stuck in a hotel from a ski trip, Karma learns that there is no precaution you can take to protect yourself from the second stage. It is either kill or be killed. But what does one do when they find themselves infected with the very virus that caused the apocalypse? After all, she's the only one who can save the sheep in the cellar.

A curse boy who is frail and weak, a world that rejects his existence, a world that felt his pain, rage, and agony. Losing somebody important, losing the will to live because of the curse that refuses to let him die. Let's see if the supernatural world can handle the boys existence. Handle the boys curse of living as depressing thoughts guides him, to the living hell that he calls life. Warning: there is going to be rape, gore, blood, violence, suicide, depression, bullying, etc A/N: " semi-fast paced " A/n: Reslly slow updates

You were with him through everything, maybe you shouldn't have. Humor was the way you cope, but before you help yourself, you'll dedicate yourself to save him first. Then, you'll wait, no matter how long that will be. ⚠️WARNINGS!! : deaths, blood, gore, love bc its disgusting sometimes, etc.. ⚠️ "Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love." - idk

"never knew what love was until I found you but who says this is actually love? if I never felt or knew the term of love, what if this was just some dark romance that'll just end badly" Just A dark romance short story filled with lust and obsession 🌹 - sʟᴏᴡ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs - *𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 , 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 . Copyright @szatwin

A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

Completed One second can change anything. Your life. It can turn a fight into something magical. It can do anything really. But that's not the point of this One Second. The point of this One second is like one word, one glance. And lots more. And the more I go on the more I realized I'm having a babble fest. Back to my original point. One second changed my life. It changed it from being one I knew to one that I had no idea if I was going to survive or not.

Bittersweet nostalgia, slow-burn love, toxic tension, and that haunting irony of moving on, but not really.

They have both suffered a great amount. Killing, blood, getting separated, it isnt easy. And it never will be. They think because they have experienced it once, they can handle it. But that just isnt the case. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR ART WHATSOEVER!!

Life doesn't hand us meaning. We're born into chaos, and it's up to us to find the smallest bits of order in the madness. Some say it's love, some say it's vengeance, but I've learned-nothing is truly worth anything until it's been stained with blood.