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Honest Sanand

Crown Of Hearts

***Together, they were like fire and ice.*** Damon pursued, ready to conquer while Alexander ran, trying so hard to remain cold and guarded. Alexander had thought guarding the sick crown prince was something so easy until he found himself cruelly yet so innocently tempted. ***excerpt*** There was indeed nothing he could do when it came to this man. "You...you are shameless." Alexander managed to say something once he recovered from his momentarily shock. Damon smirked. "I know and I am unapologetic for being that way. Alexander, I am going to do whatever it takes to make you mine." Damon smiled painfully, his voice serious as his eyes burned into his. Alexander was lost for words. At least Damon was being brazenly honest about his intentions. Knowing that did not help to lessen his overwhelmed state at the bold declaration. Now, Alexander knew this man had his eyes set on him but what was he going to do about it. Run or give in to his desires. Desires his mind was still coming to terms with. Running was the safer option because uncertainty was not his greatest suite. But... this man had assured him that he had no problem chasing him. Alexander knew he was doomed...so sweetly doomed. ... Hey guys, I have decided to try writing something new, a genre I haven't tried before but one that I find interesting enough to explore. This book is a romance BL novel and if you are one that likes the genre or loves to try new things, please don't hesitate to try out my new book. Also, feel free to check out my other novel... The heiress's revenge: A rise from the ashes. Thank you!
Asha_Nova · 191.8K Views

Finding Him (BxB+)

Kalypso "Kali" Brunn was searching. He was trying to find someone he once knew well, someone he'd lost without even realizing. Kali needed the man who could wholeheartedly love himself and the company of others yet live happily, even alone. That someone wouldn't need another leading their life, completely shaping every thought he had, each action he performed, and the emotions he'd felt. He simply had to see that man's lost smile once more, a smile so true and pure, and he believed the Black Manor was the best place to look. It was the perfect home for Kali to find himself again. A peaceful, private, and honest(deceptively so) abode for him to relax and heal in. It seemingly had the most perfect conditions. The only downside of the new arrangement would be that he's yet to shake off his loneliness. He's determined to get along with his new housemates, but it's proven to be hard, especially as half of them blatantly ignore him and the other half downright hate his mere presence. But who's to say the future won't change? Perhaps his clumsy, self-deprecating ways will finally garner him some much-needed attention. Maybe they'll see just how much he needs someone to stand by him, even if he happens to claim otherwise for pride's sake... Or suppose they could continue to ignore him until he stays forever stuck in his regrettable past. Kali doesn't want to think about the 'scumbag' he ran away from or the friends that hurt him. They didn't deserve his tears any more than he deserved the emotional turmoil he'd suffered through.
Shady_Sunflower · 6.8K Views

I Killed My Favourite Story

Reality? Kind of a joke, honestly. Fiction? That’s where things actually started to make sense. I was ten when the curtain slipped. When I saw it—how everyone was just acting. Reciting lines they didn’t believe, chasing dreams they didn’t choose. Adults called it "growing up." I called it what it was—fake. So, I stopped playing along. While everyone else clung to the script, I escaped into stories. My favorite? No Happy Ending in the 999th Regression. Cale Ashblood—tragic, cursed, and stubborn as hell—died 998 times trying to fix a world that didn’t want saving. It was brutal. It was honest. It was the only thing that didn’t lie to me. Then the author died. And the publisher? They butchered the ending. Wrapped it up in something clean, hollow, marketable. I tried to let it go—I swear I did. But the anger never left. Twelve people. That’s how many I killed. Editors. Ghostwriters. Everyone who helped ruin the only thing I believed in. But here’s the part no one knows: I killed the original author. Not on purpose. One night. One stupid, drunk mistake. And that was enough. Now I’m bleeding out. Real world. Real consequences. No regrets, though. Except— The story didn’t end. I woke up inside it. Inside his world. Cale’s world. The one I knew better than my own life. Except now... it is my life. The World is still broken. The Constellations are still watching. And peace? Still a myth. But maybe this time, I get to write the ending. Maybe this time, the story’s mine. ---
Wish_499 · 51.6K Views

BUll Sh it: Only time I will remain politically correct fair warning

Ellen, you’ve always said ‘be kind,’ but let’s be honest—kindness isn’t always a choice, especially when life decides to dump on you. Your show gets canceled and suddenly you’re off to England, like kindness is easier with an accent and a cup of tea. But hey, you’ve never been afraid to make bold choices—except maybe with your sexuality. Was it really a choice, Ellen, or were you just finally sick of men’s b*******? Because honestly, while you were throwing a tantrum on set, I could’ve used some r e a l help, not just r e e l help. Next time, save the drama for the cameras and bring the kindness to real life, yeah? I mean, is your name DeGeneres or DeJerk? And let’s talk about your ‘helping’—everybody you helped had to be run through the CIA first! Be honest, Ellen: did you skip helping some people because the CIA said you shouldn’t, or because you couldn’t remember if you were hosting a talk show or running a background check? At this point, it’s easier to get into the Pentagon than to get a hug from Ellen! But hey, hosting a Big Chill like that, you must know what being syndicated really means—because after all the drama, it looks like your kindness is the only thing still in reruns. And I mean for the viewer, not for you. So how can you know something like that—how the business really works—and still throw a tantrum every time stuff doesn’t go your way? Ellen, with all that experience, you should know: if you want a happy ending, you’ve got to be kind all the way to the credits! And you know what? I challenge you to actually take your own advice for once—help somebody in actual need. Like me, this time. Because it’s not money I need—I need someone to actually give a s***. so I'm callin BS on your BS, respect fu LL y ©F course! how to be not a dick 101
DEAnotsquishedd · 22.5K Views

Echo of Your Silence

He had already chosen where and when. The Overlook Bridge, on the anniversary of his brother's death—the perfect place to follow him, to sever a life that had become gray and soundless. Ethan, whose soul had long turned to ash along with his silenced music, was ready to take the final step. But she knocked him off his path—with a single defiant phrase, thrown at the edge of the abyss. Skye, a punk rock vocalist with a tattoo of a shattered piano on her wrist, was his mirror image. Where he hid his pain in apathy and silence, she forged hers into an armor of cynicism and screams. Seeing a familiar void in his eyes, she didn't save him—she simply stood beside him, offering not hope, but a strange, twisted kind of complicity. And so, their dance began. Two souls—broken, yet stubbornly alive. They don't know how to be happy, but they are desperately learning how to be real. Their encounters are awkward conversations in a smoke-filled café, accidental collisions in an old record store, silent walks through the sleeping city. He is afraid of her noise, her fury, her life. She is afraid of his silence, his vulnerability, his ability to see straight through her armor. This is not a story about a perfect love that heals all wounds. It is a story about two people who slowly, painfully, step by step, pull each other out of the deafening silence where one is usually left alone. It is a tale of how, from the ashes of old traumas and the dissonance of two shattered souls, a single, imperfect, yet achingly honest melody can be born. A song that becomes their only way of saying, "I see you. And I'm staying."
Ginny_Hayes · 5.2K Views

A Stranger's Child (Ava's Journey)

"A Stranger's Child” is a fictional work that explores sensitive issues including assault, trauma, depression, suicidal thoughts, and emotional recovery. While this story aims to raise awareness, encourage dialogue, and give a voice to survivors, it contains mature and graphic content intended for 18+ readers only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Ava Westwood was only twenty when one night shattered her world. A school party she was never meant to attend. A blurred memory. A morning filled with pain, fear, and confusion. She couldn't remember what happened, only that something was deeply wrong. Weeks later, the truth began to surface in the most devastating way, she was pregnant. Struggling with silence, shame, and the weight of an unspeakable trauma, Ava finds herself alone judged by society, dismissed by family, and haunted by a face she cannot name. As she fights her way through the darkness, an unexpected light appears: Daniel Cruz, a wealthy, mysterious classmate who seems to care more than anyone else ever has. But not everything is as it seems. What begins as a tender, healing connection slowly turns into a dangerous spiral of secrets. And when Ava finally uncovers the truth, she’s faced with a horrifying realization. "A STRANGER'S CHILD” is a gripping, emotional journey of survival, strength, and self-discovery. Told through Ava’s raw and honest voice, this story aims to raise awareness about sexual violence, the trauma it leaves behind, and the power of uncovering the truth even when it hurts.
iamjovita · 7K Views
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