Rustled BedI envy those who know how to love Not, who every night, become the lusted. who Crawl out of a rustled bed...,To let himLove with his worst intentions.... His control is my release...Tangled in the rustled sheets, Hands clasped around the satin cloth Tightened artfully around each wrist, We were Tangled in so much mistrust Against the steamed covered walls Every sound muted by the sounds of ecstasy, Loving and lusting With our worst intentions.
TW!DISTURBING CONTENT LIKE MURDER.NOT LIKE THE CANON.SOME SUICIDAL THOUGHTS.Izuku Midoryia otherwise known as Deku. Deku was a nickname Bakugo Katsuki,(Izukus childhood bestfriend who turned into his bully since he was quirkless) gave him that nickname. But little does everyone know. That name would everyone start to fear as they grew older, but for now. The name was something they laughed at and made fun of.Or was the name Deku really that..?Checklist :Writing ✔️ Editing Done!
In the depths of a labyrinthine opera house, a haunting tale of love, choices, and redemption unfolds. As secrets unravel and hearts are tested, a bond between Océane, Adrian, and the enigmatic Erik emerges, leading them on a journey of self-discovery and tumultuous emotions. Amid a backdrop of hidden passages, forbidden love, and the pursuit of freedom!Who will win this violinist heart?
A collection of my micro poems about love, heartbreak, mental health, women's right, and social injustices. All original work.I will be posting everyday.I hope you all will enjoy it.Thank you.
"I love you- I-i mean the ratatouille!""Sure thing sugar"Anton Ego is a regular at Linguini's restaurant. Everyone thinks it's for the ratatouille but little do they know....NO SMUT THIS IS PG RATED
Die Menschheit war schon immer gierig nach Macht, doch die Folgen bedenkt niemand. Nach dem Krieg der fünf Nationen hat sich die Gesellschaft drastisch gewandelt. Die Reichen - auch Eisen genannt - mutieren zur Elite und die Armen müssen jeden Tag aufs neue am Rande der großen Mauer ums überleben kämpfen. Rebellen oder Kritiker werden leise und ohne großes Aufsehen entfernt. Und dann gibt es Leute wie mich, wir tragen den Schlüssel zu der wohl gefährlichsten Waffe aller Zeiten mit uns und das macht uns zu gejagten der Regierung. Ich bin eine Suchende... „Na, wie ist das so wenn das Leben von vier Zahlen abhängt.", sein Tonfall war spottend und verhöhnend, „Ich meine, fühlt man sich dann nicht irgendwie wertlos. Im Prinzip existierst du ja nur damit ein Idiot die Aufgabe übernimmt und nicht, weil deine Eltern dich wirklich wollten." Wütend über die bittere Wahrheit in seinen Worten presste ich meine Klinge enger an seine Kehle. „Ich wäre vorsichtig, denn dein Leben hängt gerade nur von meiner Stimmung ab. Ein falsches Wort und deine 6 Liter Blut werden gleich den Fußboden bedecken." „Wir beide wissen das ihr mich braucht. Lebend." Und schon wieder hatte er Recht. Wütend haut ich meinen Ellbogen in seine Seite und mein Knie zwischen seine Beine und ließ ihn zurück.
I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! ERIN HUNTER IS THE RIGHTFUL OWNER!Cover Art by 4l3h_dr34mWelcome to the last book of Arc 1! After I finish this we will not immediately go to Arc 2. I am doing this series in chronological order, so the next book will be Blackfoot's Reckoning! Hopefully y'all enjoy!Only a sand storm can save our Clan...The time has come for prophecies to unfold and for heroes to rise as Goldenstar's quest for power plunges the forest into terrible danger. In order to save his Clan, Sandstorm must uncover the meaning of an ominous prophecy: "Four will become two. Lion and tiger will meet in battle, and blood will rule the forest."
If a wolf can be named odd, why can't the sun, the stars, or the moon? Meet...
"This is about my little jobs I do as a missing persons investigator and just other random things I write. Few things you should know before you read, I swear a lot, I don't care about other people and I do my job purely for money. Have fun reading I guess, or don't. Do what you want."(I recommend reading this with Dark Mode pages).This story is almost like a bunch of diary entries for this 45 year old man, Dylan Miller. He wrote about every day in the journal before an incident happened and he could no longer do it anymore. This story has also mixed in what he wrote and what he was thinking during that certain day. I thought it would be quite interesting. I hope you enjoy it. (Anything in this book is completely made-up and doesn't relate to anyone in real life. This includes phone numbers, names, places ect. Any relation to a real place is a coincidence. Some facts and other various things may not be correct but just pretend okay?)
She thinks he doesn't care.He doesn't want anyone to realize how wrong she is.