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Navier Romanoff by su

'Death...death, was all I could think of at this very moment. It scares me, and yet it doesn't, since we'll all end up dead someday eventually, right?' There was absolutely nothing I could do. Nothing for me to do, because I had no power to do so. And even if I did, would that change things for the better, or for worse? Everything comes with a price and for most, they become consequences. Each one regrettable than the first - a fear that rattles me beyond belief. It was already, March 25th and the news was tragic - beyond tragic, there were so many things to do and say, things that I am not yet ready to say, but willing to do. That was what I thought when I first met him. The night was young, and it was pouring down heavily. But, he was just standing there, under the rain, looking down at me with those intimidating eyes that I almost gave up hope of ever enjoying life to it's fullest. "I think you should go home." He stared down at me with those eyes, void of emotions, and it seemed like I was being pierced by the cold itself, as I stood rooted to the spot. But when he turned his back to me and started walking away, I thought about my situation right now. I thought of the mess I was already in. Deep down I couldn't. I just couldnt let him go, no matter what! I need to change my fate. So I raced up to him, just as he was about to get into his already awaiting ride, I called out to him. "Wait!" Once I raced up to the tall man, I was already panting for air. Although scared beyond my wits, I still managed to say the words that kept replaying in my mind, "let's get married."
peace24_12 · 7K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views

SU COMPAÑERA ELEGIDA

—ella fue elegida porque era su derecho desde el principio...—Una vez en una rara ocasión, la noche de una luna llena azul, una niña es llevada de una casa para servir a las bestias que se hacen llamar hombres lobo. Los hombres lobo eran los que gobernaban el pueblo y todo lo controlaban. Parecían humanos pero, bajo su fachada humana, había un monstruo despiadado que buscaba destruir. Todos intentaban protegerse, pero en el fondo sabían que no eran rival para los hombres lobo. Arianne era una niña que había nacido diferente a las demás personas del pueblo. Tenía el cabello largo y rojo y había nacido con ojos de diferente color. Uno verde y uno marrón. Nadie sabía por qué había nacido así y no era hereditario. Su madre también murió durante su parto y, por eso, su padre, Massimo, se distanció de ella y decidió volver a casarse. Se casó con una mujer llamada Christine que ya tenía una hija fuera del matrimonio, Rissa. Juntas, Rissa y Christine decidieron hacerle la vida un infierno a Arianne, mientras su padre les daba la espalda. Por esto, Arianne decidió alejarse de su familia y de la sociedad. Llegó el día de la selección y Rissa fue elegida para servir a los hombres lobo. Aterrorizada por su vida, Rissa decidió persuadir a su madre para convencer a Massimo de ofrecer a Arianne para la selección. Ignorando sus súplicas y lágrimas, Massimo ofreció a Arianne para servir a los hombres lobo. Nadie sabe realmente qué sucede con las chicas que son seleccionadas y a nadie le importa preguntar. Sin saber el destino que le espera, Arianne decide ir a servir al hombre lobo al que llaman Ivan Giovanni, un alfa conocido por su crueldad. ¿Podrá Arianne sobrevivir viviendo entre hombres lobo? ¿Qué sucede cuando descubre más sobre su identidad y la única persona que puede ayudarla es Ivan? ¿Qué crees que sucederá si descubre que Ivan era el niño al que salvó hace tantos años de morir? NOTA: NO SOY EL PROPIETARIO DE LA IMAGEN DE LA PORTADA DE ESTE LIBRO. LA IMAGEN FUE ENCONTRADA EN PINTEREST.
DA_Aloera · 782.9K Views
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