Blouse Stitching

Journal entries of a Nobody - I found this journal in the middle of the night on my night stand - there was only one entry in it. As I live alone, I was terrified. As days went by, I found more entries in the journal... then i was scared but I started to believe in magic....The cover of the Journal is Pure Black Leather with the terms Angel & Demon stitched on it with blood red glass-like thread - Thus, MAGIC!

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”

“Please, can we not do this here?” Ariana pleaded, she feared someone would walk in on them. “You shouldn't worry about anyone walking in to see me ravishing your beautiful body. I will pluck out their eyes and make you understand that only i get to see you this way.” Alexander chuckled and moved her closely to him to untie her blouse. “B..but..” Ariana tried opposing, while trying to hide her moans when she felt his kisses. This isn't right. He doesn't know that she's not the one he's looking for. He groaned and pushed her against his desk. “You have starved me enough for a while, Now bend over and let me have a taste of my wife.” . . For Ariana, being Andrew's wife has been the only dream that she couldn't wait to fulfill . But fate takes a drastic turn, when she meets his fianceè at her very own engagement dinner with his parents, for her inability to meet his parents daughter-in-law status. Fate takes a drastic turn when she gets kidnapped that night, gets shoved right at the altar as a bride of a ruthlessly vicious man, Alexander Knights, who would kill every single eye that looks at his wife, because she belongs to him only and she's never leaving his side anymore. With an incident that has him in coma, Ariana gets to learn that she looks just like his run away fianceè, hence that being the reason why she's mistaken for his lover. Will a marriage backed by lies eventually give her the anticipated love life that she wants? What will happen when Alexander’s fianceè comes back to finally take back her position? Would it be too late or would Ariana eventually become Alexander’s one and only legal wife? Let's read to find out!

Within a desolate realm, where discarded worlds were stitched together, a rupture tore open, releasing a small child into the fragmented expanse. Above him, the sky revealed three eerie moons, while an ominous black mass loomed ominously in their wake. Disoriented and engulfed by a putrid stench, the child awakened amidst a swamp, its twisted trees groaning under an oppressive haze. In the distance, the echoing caws of crows intensified the sense of foreboding. A haunting figure emerged, laboring behind a cart laden with lifeless bodies. Fear and confusion gripped the child's heart as he began to grapple with the enigma of his own existence. Who was he, and what dire fate led him to this grim landscape? The grinning figure drew closer, exacerbating the boy's terror. Unbeknownst to him, his journey would unveil a profound transformation—an ascent to become the embodiment of fear itself, or perhaps... a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching darkness.

"In the end, it's always about power." Tetsuya Hirano's words to Kaito Fujimoto after killing his father all those years ago. "It's okay to focus on yourself every once in a while." Those words were foggy. Who said them? Kyofu stares down a crossroads. To his left, a beautiful woman with dark blue hair. To his right, a man with stitches on his forehead smiling warmly. "I love you." Tetsuya Hirano's words to his son right before his death. ********************* This story is based off the Heian Era of Jujutsu Kaisen. You won't need to go and read/watch it, but I do suggest it. I plan on updating: Once or twice through Wednesday to Sunday After each volume there will be a one to two week break. (sorry but i can only be consistent for so long. bite me.)

Tiberius Marlowe has silent power in his step-a storm repressed behind an impenetrable mask of coolness. Every glance was sharp, lethal, a reminder that his empire didn't come as some mistake. And right at his side, in every shadowy alley, were the enemies, with Nikolai Drakos most at the fore, chief rival to him in the cutthroat billionaire world. Nikolai’s relentless ambition and cold, calculated moves drive him ever closer to Tiber’s throne, creating a tension that pulses like an unspoken promise of war. Ivy Cadler is cool, calculated, and sartorially impressive in the high-stakes game of politics, wielding her power and scandals with characteristic poise. She is Tiber's mistress, his sword in a Savile Row suit, working her way through society's upper echelons to solidify his grasp from within. Every stolen glance, every whispered confidence between them, represents a bond forged in ambition, a mutual seduction tempered with danger. Their involvement is not some trivial affair but an alliance of twisted purpose, of power and lust precariously poised on a razor's edge. Yet wrapped inside Tiber's success was an anger so still and quiet, building with every pulse of the heart that was broken called Cassandra Marlowe. Now his bride, jilted, Cassandra's ghostly presence haunted in quiet resentment stitched into the fabric of his life; she was the ghost of his choices, biding her time to strike. Each time he touches Ivy, every scheme he devises to kill Nikolai-Cassandra sees. Her vengeance, planned with a smile masking anger so cold it could shatter them all. But as Tiber navigates his realm, his calculated steps draw him closer to the shadows he cannot control. At the core of his domain, where all friends bear the mien of foes and love is a deadly poison in the veins, one wrong move spells the dénouement of his carefully constructed reign. With Nikolai at his back, Ivy hiding secrets of her own, and Cassandra's silent fury burning ever closer, Tiber's world is a chessboard of betrayal just waiting to unravel. And just when he thought he knew how to play the game well, it may just be that the deadliest enemy of all is the one he never saw coming.

In a world overshadowed by twilight and haunted by an eternal absence of sunlight, Amaya’s life has become a quiet drift through shadows, a ghostly existence she cannot fully escape. She works the night shift in an old hospital, her heart worn thin by the years without joy. Her past is filled with unspoken grief, and her future is empty of hope—until she meets Luka. Luka, a man with sorrow stitched into his gaze, carries dreams that should have been buried long ago. His nightly conversations with Amaya pull her out of the numbness, teaching her how to dream again. But Luka hides a truth that will tear apart everything she thought she knew about this broken world. Beneath his skin, a secret stir—Luka is a werewolf trapped between his human sorrow and the beast that sleeps within him. The skies turned hollow not because the sun vanished—but because creatures like Luka arose. Cursed with immortality, they siphon the light from the world to feed their endless hunger. Luka was once a lover, a friend, a brother—but the wolf devoured all he once loved, and now only his guilt keeps him tethered to his humanity. Amaya finds herself drawn to Luka, but she is not the only one. As they grow closer, other wolves—each with their own broken histories—emerge from the shadows, circling Amaya like moths around a flickering flame. These werewolves are not mindless beasts. They are tragic, beautiful souls, cursed to seek out light wherever they can find it—and Amaya, with her warmth and quiet strength, becomes their guiding star. Amaya soon realizes she must confront her own darkness to survive. Her past hides secrets that make her more entangled with these wolves than she ever imagined. Love becomes a dangerous game—a choice between embracing Luka’s monstrous truth or surrendering to the darkness inside herself. But the world demands sacrifices. To break the curse, Amaya must make an impossible decision: Will she awaken the beasts inside these broken souls to bring light back into the world—or will she let herself be consumed by the darkness, choosing love over salvation?

The years spent together were all stitched by lies... when you pluck one, everything goes back to one square... it goes back to where it all started, the beginning of all these, if only time had gone backwards instead. But if given another chance, would I still make the same choice?

Tara Landon has never experienced love–even worse–she’s endured a lifetime of beatings. After reaching her breaking point, she decides to run away to start a new life without anyone pinning her down or holding her back. However, not far into her journey, she is intercepted by soon-to-be alpha Victor Bane, a brooding, mysterious, emerald-eyed man. The thought of him scares Tara as much as it arouses her. She doesn’t think much of the encounter until she learns that…oh, she’s destined to be Luna of Victor’s pack. The freedom she sought is quickly ripped away from her and she must make a decision: to accept or reject her fated mate. – “I have you for a lifetime, Tara. I can be patient,” he relayed with an erotic moan. He looked me in the eyes, as I gestured for him to unbutton my blouse. I whispered, “You might be patient, Victor. But, it isn’t polite to keep a woman waiting.” “What will it take for you to say yes?” he asked lustfully. “Something you can’t give.”

Marcus DuFrane was a normal person in a modern world, soon after he went to school, he felt something off. and after graduation he still felt not complete. after he reached the age of 40, he soon realized that life was too short. so, he wanted to extend life, and after about 2 years of being an "insane cult leader" in the people's eyes. yes, he did lead a cult of some sorts. but he was ready to sacrifice people for his target, everlasting life when the Government raided his work lab. after his members equipped with sacrificial daggers and robe's, charged but were futile against guns. being the insane person, Marcus was he unleashed his latest creation. the abomination, it was a creature of pure hate and was controlled by drugs. it was random creatures stitched together. in the end i also planted c4 in the beast. it thudded to the ground as it died. if I'm going to die, you're coming with me. and with that his base exploded killing Marcus DuFrane and the " end of the crazy psycho" but he was born again to raise his cult with magic and monsters.

R-18 Sylvester Jackson a mafia boss fell in love with a prostitute, soon realize she was a virgin. AT THE PLEASURE HOUSE. "So do you have my money, because I don't do honey without money. "Annie said as she sat on the man's lap. "Woman, don't you want your money cause if I were you, I wouldn't be wasting time because this is a rare opportunity for you so satisfied me and I'll reward you handsomely." oh man I got to get away from this drunker take a deep breathe Annie and do what you do best. Annie was drifted out of her thought by Syl. he rip her blouse off and lay her on the bed and begin to kiss her, Annie struggle for some time but give in later she couldn't resist those sweet lips and so she wrap her hands around his neck and kiss him back as his hand play with her breast she let out a moan he when down to her breast and begin to suck it while his left hand play with it at every touch and kiss she let out a sweet moan never in her life she thought this day will come and knowing it's with a stranger she didn't care he when and unzip her pants and slowly roll it down and on later her undies, exposing her flower he bend his head down and begin to suck it Annie felt embarrass but man this feels good to her. read to find out more.

AUTHOR NOTE 14.05.2024: Hello all! Sorry for the long wait, I wrote myself into a literal corner and realised I have to retcon a few things in arc 4 before I can move on with the story. Will try to get this fixed in the soonest! Really sorry for the wait TT o TT **** Infinite/Unlimited Flow horror BL novel Might be a parody. And MC might be a villain.... 1v1 Introducing: A suicidal and bored MC and… wait, where the f&?! is the ML?! *** Lam Thanh Van believes it’s about time someone ended his miserable life. But being an immortal has hindered his path to Hell. Scratch that, Hell is off limits with the terrifying speed his body stitches itself back together, no matter how much someone might hack him to pieces. With such a long and torturous life of trying to finish himself and failing miserably, he imagines that his death would be grand, like slaying a dragon - or a very persistent cockroach. Now, the only problem was finding a hero worthy of such a cause. *** [The last player has arrived. Players, prepare for briefing.] [Welcome to the annual 2023rd survival championship.] The grand doors to the dome slowly pulled close, drawing everyone’s gazes over to the lone figure standing by himself, like a rabbit frozen in the headlights. In front of the sea of players, fawn eyes dilated with fright. Fresh tears still clung to the lashes that framed the eyes so green they reminded the people of ocean waves crashing to the white sandy shore. Long limbs were clad in a simple T-shirt with a pair of washed-out jeans hugging his slim waist. Messy lavender hair and snow-white skin tinted with faint pink seemed ethereal in the scene. Like a magnolia tree growing in the desert… or a white lotus sprouting from a pile of bullshit. One brave individual broke away from the herd, cold eyes set on the last player. ”Stay with us if you want to live.” Lam Thanh Van raised his gaze up to the looming man, green eyes drenched with tears, his lips trembling as he could only muster a nod. [All players, scenario one will commence now. Good luck and try not to die.] —— When nothing is as it seems - who can you trust? ML: Not the author, that’s for sure. The synopsis is just one huge clickbait- *Author smacks this insolent child with a hardcover edition of the Bible*: Quiet, you! Or I won’t let you appear even after the halfway mark! MC: … You evil bish!! —- T/W: This is mature content. A sprinkle of horror, a teaspoon of gore, topped with a handful of clownery. Some papapa is added as a garnish at the end. Consume at your own digression. A/N: This is an original work by LinShui. The cover is not mine, as I have negative skills in any illustrative art. Will commission for a cover when I’m no longer a broke bish. Do let me know if this is your art and you want to take it down, thanks! #unrequitedlove

In a fantastical world, there are two very different races that have been at war for twenty years; humans and vampires. In the human kingdom of Lenore, a tailor by the name of Simon Hart reaches for prestige and wealth through the masterful use of his needle and thread. He labors completely unaware that all of his hard work is about to come unraveled after meeting a famed being known as the Crystal Vampire, who reincarnates again and again, for a purpose unknown. Will their love for each other be enough to overcome hate? Can two flawed men who have never known pleasures of the flesh, share love's first kiss? Or will they be kept forever apart by the societies who call the union between a human and a vampire forbidden love? Pairing - Tsundere tailor x Wholesome, sweet vampire noble with a pocketful of secrets Story includes: - Vampire softening up the tailor over time - Slow burn romance - Caring for someone who is sick - Love that overcomes fear - Reincarnation cycle - Hitting you right in the feels - First kiss - First love - Two men with hidden pasts - A glass cannon and a stealth fighter - Secrets revealed

It’s been a while since I came for a visit to Italy. I can still remember that rainy day when I met her. It’s started out with a little conversation, what was that we talked about…uh!. Oh yes, about our stay in Italy. Rain is pouring but my heart was beating faster than the droplets of water that was making her blouse wet and her black colored bra sticking out, literally sticking-out with her breasts seen because her top’s unbuttoned its upper three buttons. She didn’t care for she laughed with my lame jokes about the rain, the people we met while we were walking. I can’t remember where we we're headed but I just knew that she was the girl for me. I am a woman, born and raised in Italy until I reached 15 years old. I needed to go to a dormitory in the states and graduated at Harvard....yet, meeting Leila is different...she is different, wild, sweet, beautiful, crazy but sensitive. I am such a quiet person and so lucky to have her as a friend, but are we just friends or something more. I hated her guts, but the way she talks, smells and moves make me insane....

18-year-old, Nolen, had suffered horrific injuries to his skin, leaving him with stitches across his face, chest, and hands. Due to this, he is often ridiculed and isolated. One day he meets Sam, someone with vitiligo, having similar treatment to Nolen, but there is one key difference between them. Sam doesn't care about other's opinions. Can Sam uplift Nolen to see the beauty he holds?

This novel entails on how hardworking saves a 9 year old poor baby whose parents died of a ghastly motor vehicle in Pennsylvania. Hardworking is the only key to success and " procrastination is the enemy of progress in life ". There is a saying that" a stitch in time saves nine", it is good to make yourself a valuable person in the public because the way you're dressed is the way you will be addressed. My name is Patrick Tomi. I'm a profilic writer and also an author of many mind-blowing novels and have also won different noble prices from my novels. Read and find out why his parents died and how the boy later became successful at last.

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] "My blood is keeping you alive, so from today onwards...you belong to me." - Elias Stone --------- Do you know the story of the boy who cried wolf? Amaira was the girl who cried, vampire! Of course, no one believed her because vampires don't exist, but how else would you explain what she saw that night? Her sexy and handsome neighbor, Elias Stone devouring a woman's exposed neck! "You're crazy!" they said. "Stop reading so many weird books!" they said. But Amaira knew what she saw and she was going to prove it! After many failed attempts, she finally got into his house disguised as a babysitter for his baby brother, Kenneth. 'Don't put your hand near the baby's mouth was the only rule given to her by Mr. and Mrs. Stone, but what choice did she have when the baby started choking on God knows what? Amaira stuck her finger in baby Kenneth's mouth and one bite from him changed her life forever because it was how she became a ghoul and ended up being bound to the devil. ----- Excerpt They told her to stay away, he was unstable under the curse of the red moon, but being bound to him, Amaira could feel how much he needed her and could hear his voice in her head begging her to come to him. Without seeing her, Elias could tell she was there when a surge of sexual desire infiltrated his body. "You shouldn't be here?" he started, keeping his gaze solely on the ground. "I could hurt you." Despite his warning, Amaira didn't leave but instead went closer to him. "Look at me, Elias." When he rose his head to look at her, she met his red eyes with her blue ones, "You won't hurt me." With those words, Amaira slipped off her coat before pulling her turtleneck blouse over her head and unhooking her bra. Her jeans went after, shortly followed by her lace panties. She was fully exposed in front of the horny devil chained to the wall. His hunger for her increased tenfold, but while the rest of his body betrayed him, words of concern still managed to leave his lips, "You'll freeze to death." Amaira had no idea what took over her, but all she knew was that she needed to please him. She smiled innocently before tracing the bulge in his pants with her index finger, "Then how about you warm me up?" {This story contains r-18+ explicit content, BDSM, horror, and gore} [Please check the author's review before proceeding to the story :)] Check out my other novels: Never A Bride [Ongoing] Blood and Butterflies [Ongoing] Let's connect: Instagram: dolly_.roma Discord: DollyRoma#7887 ** The beautiful cover art belongs to me and was commissioned by elkshan (Find her on Instagram)

"201th, 202nd…" Zhou Can, an Intern of Tu Ya Hospital, a Grade A Provincial Tertiary Hospital, would silently count every stitch he finished. His target today was to complete 300 stitches and fight for a place in the House Officer recruitment two days later. [Congratulations on completing your 100,000th suture and triggering the EXP system. Medical skills and surgery practice can be obtained.] Zhou Can shook his head hard. What the hell is this? Something even more magical happened as he thought about it. An interface appeared in front of him. [Zhou Can, Intern.] [Pathology Diagnosis, Level Two. Current EXP: 89.5/100. Outstanding House Officer-level diagnosis ability.] A surgical legend was in the making.

Dr. GibeHug, the esteemed doctor with a razor-sharp wit, is no ordinary physician. With his unparalleled ability to dish out sarcasm and witty comebacks like a pro, he spends his days navigating the hilarious and unpredictable world of medicine. Join Dr. GibeHug as he takes you on a rib-tickling journey through the corridors of his medical practice. From the moment he steps into his clinic, it's one comedic encounter after another. Whether he's facing clueless patients, baffling symptoms, or even his own twisted sense of humor, there's never a dull moment in his sarcastic kingdom. Watch as Dr. GibeHug battles everyday challenges with a side-splitting blend of sarcasm and compassion. His quick-witted banter will leave you in stitches, but beneath that sardonic exterior lies a heart of gold. Through it all, he manages to connect with his patients and provide them with the care they need, all while keeping them on their toes with his sharp tongue. So, grab your prescription for laughter and get ready for a dose of hilarity with "The Sarcasm Doc" This webnovel guarantees an uproarious ride that will have you laughing, crying, and appreciating the unconventional ways we can find healing in the unlikeliest of places.

The Demon from Beyond the Domain descends, and the fate of Blue Star hangs in the balance. Cheng Li, like many other young people, bears the heavy responsibility of saving Blue Star and sets out to seek external support in the thousands of different worlds. However, when Cheng Li successfully travels through, he discovers that this world is a little bit different.... Congratulations, Host, on hatching the 'Shit Mud Clan Right Arm.' Would you like to proceed with the stitching? You want me to spray shit? Go back to where you came from. Congratulations, Host, on hatching the 'Titan Magic Immunity Heart.' Would you like to proceed with the stitching? Who was it that said they would reward me with a forbidden curse just now? Come on, I'm standing right here, do your worst. Congratulations, Host, on hatching the 'Tyrant Right Arm.' Would you like to proceed with the stitching? To be honest, I don't have any special abilities, I just have a lot of brute strength.... Slowly but surely, Cheng Li realizes that this world has added an extra truth: 'With me, Cheng Li, there is heaven at the pinnacle of immortality and a world to be proud of

Tsk tsk tsk, someone's been a bad girl.' I leaned ahead arms crossed while facing her fidgeting form as Damian leaned back hands in his pocket behind admiring her from his position. My beautiful Princess in a white pencil skirt, lilac petal blouse, slender legs in a strap form heel, hair wavey and flowing in their crazy curls, luscious lip. Perfect definition of beauty combined as it highlights her skin tone. Damn i'm in love... 'Baby girl why have you been avoiding us for some days now. Do you know it hurts?' Damian asked. 'Sorry Sir but I've been quite busy with work and I didn't know my attention was much needed apart from what i'm employed for'. Letting her sarcasm roll as she bit her lower lip... 23 Year old Daisy King is your every day girl with the sweetest charms to lure people to her. Little did she know her bosses were waiting for the right moment to claim her and reveal their true selves. Will she accept them as her mates or call the fucking asylum that two psycho are after her. Not all movies were a lie as a whole new world of adventure, tears, truth and romance awaits her.

George looked in Jean's direction, glad she was safe, the rescuers had pulled him out despite his rants about losing her. His heart nearly gave out, he had scratch marks from grazing against the trees but those were the least of his worries. Up ahead, he saw a tall guy with raven black hair talking to Scarlett, from time to time, his eyes drifted to Jean, he looked drenched all the same and he nodded when a staff handed him a blanket shaking his hand. "Who's that?" He asked the lady who was done dabbing his wounds. "He prefers to remain anonymous but he saved the young lady's life. Come on, we have to stitch up those deep cuts." *** Cover Credit to the Artist Source: Pinterest

Kesar is one of King Zargis's most trusted Dragons in Korgenyegia. He is sent down to the country of Sad to find information about the Humans taking Dragons and perhaps find out where they're being held. What he doesn't expect to find is Jose. Jose is a slave to a cruel master with two mutts who try to rip her to pieces when she is saved. She finds herself facing two men very similar in looks. However, while Einnig was the one who tried to stitch her up, it is Kesar she is drawn to. Soon, she realizes she is in the midst of Dragons, beings she was told stories of to keep her being good while a slave. When Kesar takes Jose to Korgenyegia, events begin to take place. Old friends become enemies, the past come to haunt the present, and Jose is faced with many hard decisions. But Korgenyegia needs someone like Jose: watchful, attentive to information, and-to the untrained eye-a stupid young girl who doesn't know how to speak and is of no threat.

A teenager struggling with strained family relationships and an abusive background, Evelyn, finds her first real reason to smile in a few years as she meets Dallas. Little does she know what Dallas is actually about.

DISCLAIMER: Due to Webnovel's limited genre selections, I want to let all prospective readers know that this story is set in a zombie apocalypse. And now a sneak peak! // "Twenty years deep into the zombie apocalypse, the only people left are those who have survived through their own hell and high water. One way or another - if you're still standing - you have a story that can be told for eons. So, what's the tale behind the fisherman frozen in time? What about the eternal traveler? What legacy was created when one met the other? Well, only one way to find out." Juan says to himself, looking at a spare page ripped out from what seemed to be a dilapidated journal. It's a poem inscribed in cursive, with a little note written in a bubbly demeanor at the bottom that says, "Let's go everywhere together!" The scout smiles, pocketing the miniature story in his stitched leather pack right next to a pin of an ideogram of a sun behind a howling wolf.

Inside the circus tent where no one can hear you scream, You hear footsteps approaching but you think it's just a dream. He straps you down and takes eyes but now you start to beam, Your souls is his, he grabs a needle, his plan it Presteigne. He stitches in button eyes and now he can be seen. His smiling face, his souless eyes and now into routine, He let's you go, he dissappears and now you start to scream. SCP 0234 Another SCP story

It's been thirty years since it happened but it feels like yesterday....... maybe that's what happens when you've just found out that you can live “FOREVER". I can't tell you my name or where am from,I can't disclose where I live......or at least used to live. I am monster yet the disgrace of my clan,I don't drink what they drink. I don't want to be like them,......I want to "die". Isn't that what human beings do? That will never happen,I know for sure. I AM NEVER GOING TO DIE. Maybe I will but this monster in me never will. Vampires are strong,scary and practically invincible but not this vampire! She does not like the taste of blood,mirrors, garlic,loves being in the sun and is the disgrace of her entire clan. What will happen to the young vampire who doesn't want to be a vampire..... She stood by a wall,her shadow resting against the floor. She was about seventeen years old....or was she? She stood six feet tall,red hair, blue eyes and and lush red lips. She was wearing a black net blouse and black tights with black boots. Her whole demeanor was intimidating yet she was harmless. Most of her clan drank what she would never drink and do what she would never do. How much she hates the sight of red....used to be her favorite color but now...? How far can she run away from red or the sight and memory of it? She is red headed and her name means red and even her zodiac sign signifies red. This can't be a coincidence or can it? Is this where she really belongs? Is this the life she is made for. Can she really go back to her past life? How much she hates being stuck in two worlds? She is a rebel in both her worlds,she will hunt you down if need be. But now she can't be so sure,she is weak and starving. She hasn't fed in years and it's wearing her out. She knows she can't stay long without blood but she is determined to starve herself to death. Too bad Vampires can't die....or don't die. How did things go wrong for the red haired Aodh Scarlett Flynn? ____________ She was born on the 21st of March,an Aries. She is Irish and American. She was born a twin. Her sister Ambrosia Tuesday Flynn was killed by an occult group during Halloween. Strange things aren't strange anymore as even the word is engraved in her story. All this... being a vampire and all. It all started thirty years ago. Flashback,thirty years ago. .........This can't be happening to me-no,not at all. I had my whole life planned out in front of me,I was a rebel-yes but that didn't mean I didn't want a life. A life with Ian,I hadn't gotten my revenge with Arianna. I haven't avenged my sister's death. Too bad am about to join her. Too bad am getting crushed between two walls. The bricks fell and made a wall with a small crevice. I walked through the wall in an attempt to be with the others but it was too late, useless. The wall closed. I was trapped. Forever. _______________ This book is written to contest in the Webnovel spirity awards 2020. Pls vote and leave a review. Gift and send power stones too. Love you all. WhatsApp:08090241648 if you want to support me, pay for my stories or publish my book. © Copyright is owned by me and no one but me. No plagiarism!

[TAGLISH] [UPDATES: MON-WED-FRI] DISCLAIMER: K-12 was not yet implemented when this story was written. Marie is an ordinary 3rd year high student who's looking forward to her JS Prom next year. She's into designing, so she has decided to design her own gown for the prom. Five boys will change her outlook in life: the best friend, the class president, the delinquent, the musician, and the sports guy. Apart from her studies, friends, and family, how will she handle all these boy-related problems this school year? -- THE BEST FRIEND “Nasprain mo ba yang ankle mo?” Asher frowned at kinuha kaagad yung chips at cola sa akin tapos inassist ako papunta sa couch. Para naman sobrang nabalian ako ng paa nito ah. I pouted my lips as I sat down, “Di ko naman kelangan ng special treatment—“ “Special ka kaya sa akin,” he sat on my left at kinuha yung nasprain kong paa. THE CLASS PRESIDENT Rave raised his hand, “As the president of this class, I will vote Marie Marshall for the position.” I rolled my eyes at him. Ano na naman ba ‘to Rave? “Since you owe me something, maybe being the vice president would suffice,” he added. “I know you’re the president of the Arts Club but if you still need some help, I’m always here to guide you.” THE DELINQUENT Nathan placed his thumb on my lips and rubbed it. He cupped my chin and tilted my head to the side. “Nandito pa rin.” “Ang alin?” inalis ko yung kamay niya. “Yung mark na ginawa ko para sa iyo,” he looked me into my eye. “Ma...mark?” Yung hi..hickey ba yun na ginawa niya nung acquaintance party? “Oo,” he looked down to my lips, my neck, and my blouse. “Para malaman nung iba na may nag-mamay ari na sa iyo.” THE MUSICIAN “Sorry sa nangyari kanina kung bigla na lang kita hinila palabas,” Morgan released my hand. “Baka kasi pagkaguluhan tayo, mahirap na.” “Ah okay lang,” I answered. “Unless...gusto mong pagkaguluhan tayo at maging sikat ka na rin,” he was looking at me. Tumingin ako sa kanya, at parang nagtatanong ang mga mata ko kung bakit. “Syempre, may kasama akong babae. They’ll think we’re dating or...you’re my girlfriend.” THE SPORTS GUY I glared at Flynn, “Kung ayaw mo mag-aral sabihin mo kaagad para hindi nasasayang ang oras kong magturo sa katulad mong tamad.” “Tangina, harsh,” he chuckled and covered his mouth. “Ang ganda mo pag nagagalit ka, ate.” Medyo nag-blush ako dun. Maganda pag nagagalit? Weird. “Alam ko nang maganda ako dati pa.” He grinned widely, “Mas gumaganda ka pag nagagalit ka. Okay na?” -- [BOOK COVER: Credits to the owner of the photo. Edited using Canva] AUTHORS (radbffs/besties): iridescentdream (Amega Furoto) AinaWang (Caring for Mr. Mutant)