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Poetry, dark and filled with violence and gore, not happy and light. I will write in it whenever, probably fairly regularly. Some of my other works are much lighter, please no negativity it will be met with a 'thank you :)' so I give no reactions. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is much appreciated! Read it, I dare you, or can you not handle my demons? Anyways...enjoy it if you allow yourself to, thanks for any support you offer! Cover Picture from- https://www.123rf.com/photo_45299952_stock-vector-cut-with-th-blood-template-black-background.html I did add the title to it though :) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

꧁𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗿𝘆 ꧂ ❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Part 2 of the "Contemplative Compositions" series. After "Things to Think About" but you can read them in any order! Happy reading! FanTABULOUS cover by: @silentlaughter

****ALL CREDIT TO THE PHOTOGRAPHER OF MY BOOK COVER**** The voices in my head tell me it's okay. They say I'm allowed to hurt myself. I'm allowed to create paintings on my skin with razor blades. These monsters in my head are my friends, not my enemies like people seem to think. I don't have a mental problem like my father seems to think. I'm not a freak like my brother thinks. And most importantly, I'm not dead. Why am I not dead? I deserve to die. I'm not worthy of the breath that fills my lungs. I should be dead. But I'm not. And there is only one reason why.

Part 1 of the Kings Series. Aiden brings me closer and wraps his hands around me, engulfing me in completely. He kisses my bandage on the forehead and I await a 'I'm sorry' but it never comes. He caresses my hair and rubs my back to comfort me. My eyes well up in tears but I control them from falling. I can't be weak. I don't want him to give that power. He takes my face in his hands and his eyes meet my eyes. A lone tear drops down but I stare into his eyes, not breaking the mask I've built around him. "I can be good to you. Only if you let me. If you keep disrespecting me and my decisions, what happened yesterday would be nothing in comparison to what I'm capable of. I let go hurting you yesterday. I wanted to make you bleed profusely and chain you to my bed for weeks until you came to your senses. Your friend's ear is still intact because you of what you told my parents afterwards. Don't test me, love. And don't test my patience. You decide your own fate and your fate is in my hands. Make a wise decision. I won't let go again." "Do you understand?" That lone tear got accompanied by many lone tears and now I was crying silently. He looked at me, just waiting for an answer. So I gave it. "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, Aiden." He smiles. "Good girl." Mature Content.

Warning ⚠️ ‼️‼️‼️this is not a happy ending book, the male lead in this book is evil to the end. Explicit mature themes, kidnapping, manipulation, bounding, tortured. This book is not recommended for readers under 18 and those triggered by any of the above. ... I saw the corner of his mouth twitch and before I could comprehend anything he tightened his hold on my throat, my mouth was already slightly open so he had the opportunity to shove a gun in my mouth. I tried to move back away from him but he tightened his hold and shove the gun farther down my throat causing me to make loud gurgling choking sounds, the taste of metal, fire and smoke spread into my taste buds causing me to gag, that's the same gun he had shot my father with. "Do you have trouble speaking? I'll help you talk my love, there must be something stuck in your throat?" He said shoving the gun deeper, by now the base of his pistol was pressed down against my lips as I choked loudly. I screamed and jumped in fright as he pulled the trigger. Nothing, No bullets were fired. The force of the gun shook my whole body. I gargled and shook my head no repeatedly, but he wasn't satisfied. he squeezed my throat and completely blocked my airway. By now I started panicking more as I could no longer breathe, what does he want me to say?? please just stop this. "I merry gyou" I somehow managed to gargle those words out hoping he hears them. My mouth tastes like metal and I could taste blood as well, the force of the gun being shoved down my throat scratched the inside of my mouth.

''You don't know me?'' he asked me with the same soft voice. ''How could I?'' I yelled, struggling even harder. ''Let m-me go!'' My voice started to crack. I was breathing harder with each passing second and I was fighting to keep my eyes open. My chest started to hurt. The man caught me and snuggled me to his chest. For the first time after so long, I felt safe. I felt like no one can hurt me, as long as I was with him. Just before everything went blank I felt someone kissing my temple. ''Jayson, I won't lose you again..'' ✁ Jayson Salvatore is a sixteen-year-old boy who lost the will to live. After all, it is kinda hard to hold on to life when you have an abusive alcoholic man for a father, no friends.. basically no one to live for. Little did Jayson know that he will meet a mysterious man with hazel eyes, a man who can shook him to the core just by looking at him, a man who glances at him with kindness and love, feelings Jayson always thought they just weren't for him to experience. As time passes, Jayson can't shake off the feeling that he met the man somewhere before.. and starts struggling to remember. But, will he remember? Inspired by anime and things that happened to one of my friends. Cover made by @StargazerGirl P.S: I'm gonna edit the whole thing, I swear. You can enjoy it as it is, for now.

𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸 Bound by Fate. Trapped by Hate. Consumed by Obsession. She has been a prisoner her entire life-locked away, tortured, and left to drown in nightmares that never end. The world beyond her room is a mystery, and love? A fantasy she never dared to dream of. He is a prince and a ruthless CEO, a man who bows to no one. But even power couldn't save him from the trap set by her cruel uncle. Kidnapped and forced into an unwanted marriage, he sees his bride as nothing but a chain around his neck. A fragile, unwanted burden. But when he learns the truth-the horror she has endured-his hatred turns into something far more dangerous. Possession. Obsession. An undeniable craving to claim what was forced upon him. Yet, in the shadows lurks another-a woman driven to madness, in love with him to the point of destruction. She will kill, manipulate, and tear the world apart to have him, even if it means erasing the wife he never wanted. In a marriage forged by cruelty, love may not be the only thing that blooms... because sometimes, obsession is the deadliest poison of all. Trops:- business × students Strong ml × innocent fl Grumpy × sunshine he fall first and harder Mature Agegap ©All rights reserved

My world does not have wars. We do not disagree. Our existence is Utopia, until one Abby Dante comes along to ruin it all. Her ideas are far-fetched, wild, impossible. She sees the world differently than the rest of us. I think I love her.