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"I do. I do believe you." He cuts me off. "I'm sorry for accusing you I just, I don't know. At the time I thought it made sense." "Don't apologise. I deserved your outburst guilty or not. I deserved a lot more than that." I excuse honestly. "Why do you have to make this so hard?" He groans. "Sorry?" I ask. "You. You're making this difficult." "I didn't mean-" "That right there. Quit being a gentleman. You are making it so hard to hate you right now." "I-" I get cut off by his lips on mine. His hands hold onto either side of my face as he roughly kisses me. I close my eyes and let him lead. He falls into my lap and I wrap my hand around him and hold his hips.

Maybe DON'T take a book home that kept falling off a shelf, no matter how many times you put it back in...But, did you take that advice before you took it home? No, of course not! Even after you noticed the Satanic marking, and the fact that the book's title was LITERALLY "Get your revenge:Guide to summon the devil to make a deal". You thought maybe it was a joke some stupid teenagers were playing in a public library, so you took it anyways, just to teach those dumb kids a lesson. You also (stupidly)decided to test it out just for a laugh. Little did you know, it wasn't a prank...Turns out, you actually summoned THE Devil. Now, he's in your living room, and trying to persuade you into making a deal. Oh the things you do when you're a heartbroken 23 year old. {Yandere "The devil" x male reader}

(Eight part story) You looked up to see that your room was completely painted in black, but the words written in red were gone, along with the voices. You shakily got to your feet, thinking it was over with. You were far from right. You looked towards the doorway to try and escape your horrible room. Your eyes immediately widened, filling with tears. You backed away, finally giving up and completely letting your emotions play across your face, despite who was standing in front of your door with a knife in her hand. (I don't own you, Hetalia, the picture, or Sweden. I own the storyline.)

You suffer in a tragic love story, where, your athletic lover suffers an unfortunate accident. Think of it like this, you love to paint in favor of your enjoyment. What happens when someone takes all the color in the world? You simply cannot paint anymore. You cannot do what you love as you cannot find love in what you do anymore. Nevertheless, you decide to be there for them. Are you ready to challenge the red strings of fate?

I want to start by saying I am no Psychologist, nor do I specialize in any sort of study of the mind. I just happen to have very strange dreams that I prefer to write on paper (ironically) and analyze them myself and how I feel it resembles what I truly think about when I'm not in control. When i'm asleep. each chapter will be a new dream I have experienced and me just ripping it piece by piece to uncover what it is I think about. If this sort of thing interests you, or if you're bored and randomly stumbled upon me. Then please, enjoy.

Jerome Valeska loves to tease you, to see you bleed and cry, he's a sadist afterall. But the moment he realizes that he might feel more than hatred towards you its already too late for you to run... ʲᵉʳᵒᵐᵉ ᵛᵃˡᵉˢᵏᵃ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᵍᵒᵗʰᵃᵐ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵖʳⁱˡ ¹⁸ᵗʰ ²⁰²² ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ²⁵ᵗʰ ²⁰²³

Black Moon Series Book #3 Warning: #Mature #Gay #Triggering You shouldn't read this story before you have read at least I Would Give Him The Moon as you'll be missing part of the plot otherwise. My name is Camden and my friends categorize me as a sadist. A sadistic Dominant. I need to get this anger within out and I do so by inflicting mental and physical pain to my Submissives. And yet the moment I get the best kicks is through the aftercare I dispense. My soul is twisted. My past is twisted. * My name is Noah. I'm a homeless teenager who ran away from a homophobic family who never loved me because of what I supposedly did to my twin sister. I need pain to soothe my troubled mind. So I self-harm. My soul is twisted. My past is twisted. "A lifetime of consumption, They've all become the same, I punish them for pleasure, And pleasure some with pain. I punish you with pleasure, And pleasure you with pain" Thirty Seconds To Mars - End Of All Days "I wanna hide the truth I wanna shelter you But with the beast inside There's nowhere we can hide [...] When you feel my heat Look into my eyes It's where my demons hide It's where my demons hide Don't get too close It's dark inside It's where my demons hide It's where my demons hide" Imagine Dragons - Demons

I always want my dad home. Until he disappeared when I was young, until then I don't want to get out of my own world. I like gaming, sleeping,eating all day and night in my room. But why someone who I played the most gone? I hate this whole world.. But this guy I met, somewhat different. I didn't know different world can be this colorful... but in the middle of catastrophe. And I am one of the reason why. A/N:This is a work of fiction, I own and draw the cover. Hope you support me. But Hope you will enjoyed this and vote to keep me working. And PLAGIARISM is a CRIME!

I find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes them seem a fool Placing me in a cell of plastic A cubical of my own destruction The world fades by Repeating Hazy Just because I'm what they call Crazy I see white White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's stereotypical It's defective It feels Repetitive They first discover my "condition" A problem to them When I flung a can of paint Screaming My throat bled Ear piercing Agony ricocheting off the Plain Crisp White Walls As I released the inner me Congratulations On greeting my insanity

"How could you?!" I said crying,"I though you loved me." He laughs making me cry more. He stands up and slaps me across the face. His eyes burning holes through my head. He pins me against the wall and starts beating me harshly. I feel my organs being smushed and flatten by his punches. "How could I ever love a freak like you?!" He snarled then throws me against the wall once more, leaving the room. Am I really alive? No. I'm still alive, just dead on the inside. ___________________________ If you haven't yet read Book I: Homophobia