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[𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄] 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 30 Months... Almost three years since my accident. My first game playing pro in the NHL and I blew it. Many people have tried to help me but I'm past giving a fuck now. I just want to be left alone to drink my sorrows away. It's clear I'm never going to play pro again, so why do people continue to push me towards getting help? I don't want it. Until I do. All she has to do is whisper, "It's simply a setback. Which means you come back stronger." 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 30 Months... Almost three years since everything in my life changed. I've loved, I've lost, and yet I still have some light in my life. I've been fighting for so long that I don't know the difference now. I thought my career was over. My fear of men completely debilitates me from doing what I have always dreamed of. Until him. All he has to do is scowl at me and knock my son over. With strengths and weaknesses being put to the test, it will take everything in them not to crumble from the pressure. After all, too much weight and the ice will crack. And if the ice cracks, they will have to question if their love is a sure thing. *This is an interconnected Standalone therefore you don't have to read the first book however characters have already been introduced. First book is HAND IN MINE. [This story contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes] All Rights Reserved To winnieiswriting@2022

This isn't going to be a story. But just a safe place for all of us to share our problems 💘✨ As I begin posting you all will understand what this is going to be about 😌🐤 But I just wanted to say, anything that's been bothering you, drop it in my messages or in the comments (of any post) 💗😪 and I'll read them and make sure, I help you out as much as I can 🌷🌱 And then your problem will be created into a part of this series (Identities won't be revealed unless you want it to, ofcourse) 🐾🐥 I am just doing this because I know we all face tough times out there 🌊🐳 and I myself am no professional. But I always have loved talking. lol. So, why not put it to a good use and also I really don't give terrible solutions so, I figured this would be the best 💕 and also, guys I know a lot of us are afraid of being vulnerable but it is the most beautiful part of being human 🌈💨 A human has emotions, and they're intelligent enough to speak them ⏳👀 They're surrounded by people like their own and as dark as the world might be, humanity, love, empathy, compassion all of these positive things will never seize to exist 💜✨ So, as we go on adding stories to this series I hope it'll help you all out and it will heal us all in some way or the other 💘🕊 Thank you and right now, I won't be posting anything. So, if you have anything you'd like to share drop it in my inbox and I'll read it as soon as I'm free. - loads of love, xoxo - lifieee.

(H20Delirious X Fem. Reader) "wιll we вe ғree?" I asked He smiled, thats what I'm after. The smile on his face and sound of his laughter. "we wιll вe ғree тogeтнer! yoυ and мe!" He answered ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being an orphan, you don't have a lot of experience's or happy memories. Especially if your orphanage uses you for human experiments. The pain...the agony- the screams of the other kids I once called friends and played with...all gone and replaced with despair. Only teddy could keep me company and keep me sane. Till one day, a new boy was brought in and he was strange. But he interested the kids, even the scientists. He was placed in my room and he never spoke a word to anyone. He would wake up in the middle of the night and gasp for air like if there never was any. But he was my friend. Things changed and a few years later, the orphanage was attacked. Two people came in and killed the scientists but spared the children. While making an attempt to escape, I was caught by the remaining scientists and taken away. The screams of my friend echoing behind me as I tried to escape... Such a waste as I became strong and have long forgotten those memories. But side effects came with the experiments they played with. Y/N is the name and being psychotic is my game. Don't try to catch me cause I can read you like a book in a grand library. Secrets are never kept when the walls an objects around you speak your truth... ╭⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯╮ First Published: June 25, 2021

"Fuck." He whispers into my neck, sending a thrill of excitement through my body. His lips still smothered kisses over my neck and his hands roamed my body, starting at my chest, going down to my stomach. Caressing my soft skin, his thumb trailed circles on my groin before slightly slipping into the waistband of my jeans. My breath catches in my throat as I pull at the hoodie that covered his chiselled body. Understanding, Jacob pulls it off in one swift movement before attaching his lips back on my neck. Sucking and biting it before flicking his tongue over the sore spot. A quiet moan leaves my mouth and I clasp my hand over it, denying any noise to escape. "You drive me fucking crazy, Aria." ---------------------------- Aria Bailey finds it hard to fit in. Her parents are always busy and never have time for her. She lives alone at her family home and has top grades in all of her classes. But being a 17 year old friendless nerd comes with its disadvantages. The bullying gets worse every single day, driving her to self harm and suicidal thoughts. Aria learns more about popular boy, Jacob Rickson and starts developing feelings for the well known 18 year old. Jacob helps her come out of her shell and learn to be more comfortable and confident. Aria has to make a tough decision by choosing if she would rather be with Jacob and be bullied by her mind for eternity, or to leave and be left alone, exactly how she wants to be. -Strangers to lovers -Right person, wrong time

CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014

A story, in which a typical teenage girl falls for the school's bad boy. Except, she's not that typical and he's not that much of a bad boy. *** "If I told you that I care about you, more than anyone in your life does, would you believe me?" He asked me, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was furious. Yet somehow, I wasn't scared of him. "No" I shook my head bravely. "If I told you,'' He tried again, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before continuing.''That you make me so fucking mad, I want to punch a fucking wall. What would you say?" He had me trapped now, my back painfully colliding with the wall behind me. I gasped at the impact, looking up into his icy grey eyes. They were cold, emotionless. As always. "Do it!" I dared him with the last ounce of courage I had left in me. The sound of his fist smashing through the wall right next to my head, made my ears ring for a brief moment. I opened my mouth to speak again, shaking slightly, only for him to pull away and leave me standing there alone. ____ !!Warning!! This story contains strong language, mature scenes, alcohol and drug consumption, and sensitive topics like - eating disorders, bullying, mental health, etc. ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: 1st in #ed, 1st in #badboysgirl, 8th in #victim, 9th in #rehabilitation, 13th in #youngadult

You can't always be the good guy, we all do sins. How will you face the world when your own parents hate you? You can't always escape to the fantasies, one day you will have to face the reality and fight your fears. A completely fictional story shadowing the realities of the real society. ~"Volatile, Intense with alot of tension & oozing with romance ~" What will you do when you are forced to be with the person you hate the most? What happened when a soft hearted girl who believes that kindness can change the world meets a boy who's answer to everything is violence? Yet both have their own past for their opinions but for how long can they be forced to be together when both hates each other the most? Hating eachother to the point of killing. From Blood thirst to love sick. He is her lifeline, She is his sanity. ~"Respectfully, may I spread your thick thighs, ma'am?~" The world is corrupt and it's people are selfish. Can kindness really make a difference or is violence the solution to everything? ~"The beauty of sin fades away but the consequences linger on ~" -smut with plot (special shower scene 🎀) -Enemies to lovers -Contract forced marriage -Millioner -Highschool bully -Crime -Betrayal -Friendship -Funny -Love -Hate -Sad -Violence -Matured content with abusive words With all my honour I present to you "CAPTIVE"

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ɪᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽, 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓼. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓵, 𝓷𝓸 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱.. [FEM.PROTAGONIST] -~{Do you think that if you dig a little deeper, you can get the answers to your questions? But do you ever wonder that it will only lead you to confusion, fear and madness? You rot from the inside every day as you try to investigate further, seeking answers to your never ending questions - not noticing how the darkness consumes you more each day. It doesn't want you to find out the truth. The more you investigate, the more it gets to your brain, fogging your memories, toying with them, controlling you.}~- ~It's killing you. ~You can't stop what you started. • Art and story by me • | this story is just a fan-fiction and it's my first time writing something like this. All the characters are fictional and the creepypasta characters belong to their own creators, I do not claim ownership of the characters other than my own in this story. English is not my first language and the story can contain grammar mistakes. Anything said about the Estacada town is not necessarily correct, most of the time it's all fiction and not real places. | | the story contains self harm, murder, blood, violence and strong language. |

Holly Woods. A sweet personality, shy and loving. She's mistreated at home, bullied at school and drowns in self-hatred due to her curvy plus-size body. The only thing keeping her going is her best friend Juli. While struggling with all of this her onesided love for Juli's handsome twin brother adds to her pile of misery. Her heart broken by so many burdens, Holly's mind turns darker and darker each day. But what if Juli's brother slowly finds out about all of her problems? What if he starts fighting for her? Will they end up happily or is this the turn to even worse events? ⚠️Warning⚠️ This story is very cliche and contains graphic depictions of violence, strong language, depression and other mature themes. It's probably pretty bad as well since my first language is German, not English and my writing style and view on story lines and lead characters kinda developed some more since I wrote this. Started: 20/03/2020 Finished: 02/08/2020 October 1st 2020: #1 in #fatgirl October 8th 2020: #1 in #biggirl October 22nd 2020: #1 in #biggirl again November 1st 2020: #1 in #biggirl again November 4th 2020: #1 in #fatgirl again November 8th 2020: #1 in #biggirl again November 11th 2020: #1 in #fatgirl again November 14th 2020: #1 in #fat November 18th 2020: #1 in #fatgirl again November 26th 2020: #1 in #curvygirl December 16th 2020: #1 in #plussize January 13th 2021: #1 in #thickgirl March 23rd 2021: #1 in #self-esteem August 3rd 2021: #1 in #fat again 💜💜💜 *author squeals in the background*

FINISHED AND COMPLEATED. Just poems, I suppose. Or maybe a scrapbook of scars. A chaotic collage of half-born stories, abandoned plots, and feelings too loud to ignore. This isn't a novel. It's a graveyard of unwritten books- stitched together with ink and impulse. A little trauma here, a little heartbreak there. Addiction. Bad parents. Dangerous love. The usual mess. I never claimed to be a poet, but pain has a way of teaching rhythm. And when the stories in my head refused to become chapters, they became verses instead. My father? A ghost in flesh. A man who cradled needles more tenderly than he ever held me. He is an addict. A lover of oblivion. And I, the daughter left behind in the smoke of his escape. Does that make me a girl with "daddy issues"? Or just a girl still learning how not to bleed from wounds she didn't choose? This book is for the overthinkers, the almost-authors, the ones who feel too much and write too little- until the words finally spill out like blood on the page. Welcome to the ride. There's no exit. But there's poetry in the wreckage. Author's Note I didn't set out to write a book. I set out to survive my own mind. This is what happens when you have too many stories, too many ghosts, and not enough discipline to finish a single novel. So instead, I wrote poems- or something like them. Fragments. Feelings. Flashbacks. A scrapbook of the soul. Some of these pieces are fiction. Some are memory. Some are just what happens when you stare at the ceiling too long and let your thoughts rot into poetry. If you've ever had a thousand ideas and no idea where to start- if you've ever felt too broken to write but too full not to- this is for you. Thanks for riding with me. There's no map. No neat ending. Just the wreckage, and the words we make from it.