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√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

Crys Snow has never fit in. Not in his small southern town of White Chapel, not at school, and sometimes, not even in his own skin. Maybe it's his albinism, his sharp tongue, or the violent thoughts that have haunted him since childhood. Living with his mom and two sisters isn't the worst part-it's the way people look at him, the way they push him, the way they make him want to push back harder. And when a guy at school assaults his kid sister, he finally snaps. Suspension isn't new, but this time, it feels different. The anger won't fade. The loneliness cuts deeper. He just wants to matter-to someone, anyone. He never expected that someone to be a serial killer. Someone who understands his darkness... because they share it. He knows he should run. He knows he should be afraid. Falling for him is a mistake. But maybe--just maybe--for the first time in his miserable life, this is what it feels like... to be wanted. But love shouldn't taste like blood. Should it?

√ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬?? 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫? 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭. 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝.

you had teased him as a child. you met him for the first time while walking on the sidewalk with your parents. he took your teasing as a heavy insult. your parents are still alive. you had gone to school with him before he disappeared momentarily. the color of dark red on your hands is all you can remember during the shooting. there he was, in front of you, holding a gun. and now he wants revenge. please note that english is not my first language! 15 DAZAI F. READER

"We pulled to a slow stop at the Castletown Station. The town was fine. All the buildings were in their places, untouched. It was, though, oddly quiet. Peaceful. Empty. The winds blowing in the silent town brought back memories of when I had a family. In a different place. In a different world. At a different time period. I was instantly filled with a bag-full of determination." He may not have known about his past, but his past eventually found him. How will he handle his past? WARNING: Contains graphic violence, one curse-word, and brief mild innuendo.

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

(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?

in a pit of blood he wakes up, a moment ago he got bitten by a tall man in a fine suit. looking at his greenish hands he realizes he was no longer human, ugly scars and bite marks all over his body... how could this happen to a 'normal' guy who just finished his shift at a ordinary 24/7 store.. read at own risk ☆TW: blood, organs, bones, vomiting, (...)

Hatred is a powerful thing. It lingers, festers, grows into something all-consuming. It sharpens the edges of every memory, turns affection into something bitter and raw. Asher knew what it meant to hate someone. He had felt it in every breath, in every moment he spent in Chase's presence. The way Chase would sneer at him in the hallways, the way his very name felt like a curse on Chase's tongue. Hatred was an inferno, and Asher had burned in it for years. But what happens when the fire turns? When the very thing that fueled it begins to change, to twist into something just as dangerous-just as consuming? Because if there was one thing Asher knew for certain, it was this: There was a thin line between hate and something far, far worse.

❖ Monsters? Monster fuckers? The hell does that supposed to mean? Yeah, our society is weird and horny ass people love being fucked or romanticized by monsters. And I mean those actual Titan height, furry, demonic, and ugly monsters. Yeah, it is weird, but hey. We don't judge anyone's kink or shame. Well, one person does and their favorite monster, are the demonic type. Will this person really get this monster to love them and cherish with? Or will this person become this monster's next meal to kill? ❖ Don't own photos or video. Belong to the owner. Storyline is by me. © SophieOrScarlet |10.03.2024