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Barely Even Friends

The Evening Moon

Kurosawa Katsuki, a high schooler with a fierce, predator-like gaze, plays the role of the kind enforcer in a gang by day, while enduring abuse at the hands of his father, Masarai, a bitter, former star fighter, by night. Despite the gang's bullying, Katsuki secretly tries to soften their impact. A diligent student with a sharp intellect, he dreams of escaping his father’s grip by attending college far away. Yuzuki, a brave classmate who isn’t intimidated by his fearsome gaze, soon notices the kindness hidden beneath Katsuki’s tough exterior. As she learns about his troubled home life, she begins to support him in small ways, even discovering he works at a convenience store to save money. As their bond deepens, Katsuki’s painful past and future ambitions collide, forcing both him and Yuzuki to confront the harsh realities of his life. Will Katsuki be able to endure the pain and suffering until college, or is he doomed to repeat the same miserable fate as his father? This one-shot story about tragedy, bittersweet, and coming-of-age is about to begin! Warning: This story contains graphic content, including depictions of domestic violence, sexual assault, suicide, and dark strategies. It is intended for mature audiences and is not suitable for the faint of heart. The narrative explores disturbing themes and the psychological toll of trauma and survival. Please proceed with caution! Treat! Here's the visualisation for the one-shot: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Jh0pDrKy-S_wm1MDB1F8RQXzvJ22UI-J?usp=drive_link
Joeing_25 · 560 Views

Beatrice's Harem of Beautiful Friends

[Explicit Content Warning] Yuri Harem. Got your attention no? Every ‘arc’ will start with an ‘intimate’ scene followed by Beatrice telling them a story, an anecdote from her life. It is a habit she has developed and her method of aftercare: The Intimacy and Anecdotes of the Chaotic Good Beatrice “The Siren” - The greatest musician the world has ever seen. Famous for her ‘voice’, a clear and hauntingly beautiful melody that she brings out of her instruments and singing. “The White Witch” - The greatest fighter the world has ever seen. Famous for her bestial instincts and perfect control over her body. To this day, no one has ever seen her hit. Beautiful white hair more delicate than fresh snow. Enchanting red eyes that can light the flames of love in all who peer into them. Capricious like a cat, she is both benevolent and vindictive. Despite her many flaws, you can’t help but approach this thorny flower that runs the underworld of her city. Take a peek into the exciting life of Beatrice. [This reads a bit like a fever dream. This is a collection of short stories I’m writing about Beatrice from “The Harem of Lotuses” when she was still on Earth. If “The Harem of Lotuses” is something I’m writing when I’m taking myself seriously, then this would be the opposite of that.] PLEASE GO CHECK OUT MY OTHER NOVEL: THE HAREM OF LOTUSES _______________________________________________________________ Disclaimer: The image is not mine. If you need me to take it down, please tell me!
loti_apathae · 20K Views

Transmuted : Love of an Evening

[ Lynn, Sam and Mahone ] I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history class once said that I had perfect lips. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them, too. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My lips. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Samlin Greenham." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Sammy," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Lynn. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my lip to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.
Faria_Samira · 35.4K Views
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