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***TRIGGER WARNING | RATED MA*** ~~~BOOK 2 IN LIAAIS SERIES~~~ SUICIDE HOTLINE: 1-800-273-8255 "Be Confident. Too Many Days Are Wasted Comparing Ourselves To Others. And Wishing To Be Something We Aren't. Everybody Has Their Own Strengths And Weaknesses. And It's Only When You Accept Everything You Are And Aren't. That You Will Truly Succeed." - Unknown The summer after high school when we first met... Yeah not really. That's not how this one goes. They tell me that it's a phase what I'm going through. Is it really? Is 6 years of my life off and on really just a phase? I don't know anymore. •Completed 9 November 2017• Ranks: #70 in #selfworth (22.10.18)

growing up and growing apart sometimes people who really love you have to leave you for your own good and it's okay to grow apart holding on to things that hurt isn't a wise choice They broke up in college but now are forced into an arranged marriage Will the sparks fly again or........ ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Wrong place, wrong time, wrong people, right man Surrounded with unfortunate events, unfortunate people Those slim waists, slim faces, long hair and long nails Those long legs, large hands, fluffy hair and beaded bracelets They don't belong together last days, best times, red hands and playing fights Social priorities, diwali parties, arm wrestling and life stories That's the closure I needed Searching the crows, you stand tall, stand out Walking out of that building with hurt hands and burnt minds scholar badge, scholar board, Council badges and red coats brown pants,white shirts, black shoes and red ties Sprawling crowds, yellow buses, red rickshaws and black cycles ice cream man, Mother Dairy, white vans and red lights Saw you walking on the footpath with rolled up sleeves with few friends I wouldn't wish I would be there I couldn't wish I could be there Could you be specific who do you like? Blinding lights, goodbyes, Friday promises and exam time White walls, black boards, blue desks and A/C nobs Sweet memories scattered in my head Teardrops all over my bed These are the things I'll never forget And that's the price I paid cover credit: pinterest

I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35

In everyone's life there are ups and downs. For this one girl, there was no exception. Like many others, her life has been filled with good and bad memories, most of them making her the girl she is today, and the woman she will be tomorrow. But behind every person there are weaknesses and cracks, some show and some don't. But when life starts piling up on here, she starts breaking and reaches her hand out for someone. But will the right person stop her falling? Or will they let her slip away? Will life turn out good or bad in the end? Only time can tell.

I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

I pushed back my glasses and enquired, "Hi, did you call me?" I saw him smirk a little and then averted my gaze to anywhere but him. "Yes, Ms. Findlay. I did call you. I wanted to ask; are you the one who is making these new designs? Giving them finishing touches?", he asked pointing to the paperwork on his table. I didn't know why, but my throat had gone dry. So, I just nodded. He got closer to me and instinctively, I took steps away from him. Soon, he had closed the slightly ajar door and I was trapped between him and the door. We were so close that I could feel his breath near my neck. Slowly, he whispered into my ear, "What did you think, I would have forgotten you, Emerson? Do you think this is all a game?" I gulped. That was enough to confirm that he had definitely recognized me. I fake frowned and stuttered while trying to find the doorknob, "I...uh...I...I don't understand what you are talking about.....I...I...I think I should go." I finally found the doorknob, opened the door and practically ran out but, not before hearing him say, "If this is a game, so be it. Let the games begin." ____________________ Emma had only three goals since she was ten: grow mature, study hard and become independent. Through thirteen lonely years of struggle and hardships, she successfully crosses out the first two of the list. Now that she is twenty-three, it is time to get independent. But, what happens when she meets a peril from the past that has her future in his hands? Nothing, she just asks herself "Why Me?"

I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?

ι ωαѕ ¢σмρℓєтєℓу нσρєℓєѕѕ ωнєη ιт ¢αмє тσ ѕρєαкιηg тσ тнє σρρσѕιтє ѕєχ... __________________ 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹:- 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑰𝒔 𝑨 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝑶𝒇 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑩𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑻𝒐 𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑶𝒓 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝑶𝒓 𝑨𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑰𝒔 𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑪𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "Why did you do this yesterday, young lady?" "Countless reasons to do it but not a single reason not to..." "But, have you ever taken the time to focus on that "single reason not to do it" instead of coming up with reasons to do it?" "Well, I don't really think so-" "Tomorrow can always be a better day". I'm not going to lie though, as much as I hate being interrupted, I smiled at some point when I heard those words. That must be a fake smile for sure. "Also, you're pretty when you smile, Faith." **** It only takes one person, one act to save a life. Most impressive rankings: #2 in #raiseawareness out of 56 stories (August 2019) #36 in #psychology out of 3.8K stories (August 2019)