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A Letter From Death

A Kiss From Darkness

Warning… Matured content. “Look at me,” he commanded, his eyes boring into her like black pits of venom. Lilith’s chest tightened as she stared at the floor and the room seemed to shrink around her. “Dinner with the devil is one thing. Staring at the embodiment of evil itself…quite another.” Dracula’s smirk widened, his fingers squeezing Lilith’s chin. “Oh, and do I frighten you, little one?” His eyes burned into her, piercing her soul like daggers “You see now the truth of my power. You thought you could challenge me, toying with my affections as though I were some lovesick puppy.” Lilith sighed, because despite the darkness that swirled around her, she found herself unafraid of Dracula. “Now, look at me, and speak what you have beneath your heart,” he commanded. Lilith’s chin lifted with a surge of defiance. "Dracula Beelzebub. You are nothing but a monstrous abomination." she hissed, her voice dripping with disdain. "A fiend of the lowest caliber, unworthy of even a moment of my time." Dracula raised an eyebrow as he smirked, impressed by her insults. "And yet, you cannot deny that I am the most powerful being in this room." Lilith sneered. "Yo… You deserves to be banished back to the bowels of Hell." Dracula smiled, his teeth white in the flickering candlelight. "Ah, but where’s the fun in that? I much prefer making life interesting for the mortals." Lilith's hands curled into fists at her sides, and she took a step forward. “Interesting?" she spat. "You call torment and misery ‘interesting’? You are a demon, feeding off the misery and pain of others." Dracula chuckled, spreading his arms wide in a gesture of mock surrender. "And what of it? What do you intend to do about it, little mortal?" ~~~~~ Meet Lilith Raziel, a young, beautiful orphan who was born blind. However, when a mysterious creature appears in the woods, Lilith’s life is turned upside down. Her world shifts from darkness to one filled with mystical creatures and the secrets of the underworld. On the other hand, lurking in the shadows, lies Dracula Beelzebub, a devilishly handsome man who relishes in the misery and demise of others. Beneath his charming façade lies a dangerous secret—Dracula Beelzebub is the devil incarnate. And he has set his sights on Lilith Raziel, a woman he’s determined to ensnare in his diabolical plans. _"To love a demon is to have your soul bound in chains of darkness.” — Lucifer’s Inferno. PS/ Thanks a lot (Tearswithnofaces) for gifting me my first Golden ticket) Thanks.
Lili_drea_ · 130.9K Views

A LETTER TO ROSE (Casa De Amor)

"I fucked up, ok? When you left Cantia- left me, I thought it was because you didn't think I was capable of protecting you. I had already fallen in love with you, but then you left. Scared that I would lose you if I don't secure your safety, I went with the first option that popped into my mind." he explained intensely, pouring out his feelings to her for the first time. "Isn't it funny that the first option that popped into your mind was to marry Rose?" she asked sarcastically. Yeah, she admitted a while ago that she had lost him. So, stirring up her feelings once again isn't something she intends to do. "I'm sorry for hurting you..." he tried to apologise, but she cut him short. "Why? What do you want from me now? You've already married her and I'm safe, so what's the point of your apology?" she queried upset and exasperatedly. "A Letter To Rose- Casa de Amor" is a heart-wrenching tale of love, family, devotion, and betrayal, as three people struggle to learn the true meaning of love, deceit, devotion, and sacrifice. April Turner- a vibrant, sweet and kind caretaker of a rundown home for orphans (Cantia), soon finds herself caught in a scheme by the new landowner, Jacob Ortiz-a dauntless playboy and bossy billionaire procurator who plans to tear down the home for a mega-project. But a twist and an encounter soon plunged she and her childhood friend, Rose Anderson- a beautiful and talented co-caretaker who would do anything to achieve her goals, into the world of a powerful family with secrets they were a part of. With plausible twists and secrets, encounters and new discoveries, will these three get their happily ever after? ©Copyright Author's Ownership ®All Rights Reserved
Coisa_fay · 1.6K Views

Letters to Romeo.

[Mature Content. No Rape] 'All it took was breaking one rule that she was not supposed to' He was the bad boy with tattoos. She was the good girl with glasses, and she was his. — When Julianne Winters decides to move to the dormitory of the reputed University, she has everything planned so that she can complete her graduation and leave the place. But her plan is quick to catch fire from the moment the eyes of Roman Moltenore from senior year lands on her. And his appearance screams nothing but TROUBLE. "What rules?" Julianne asked with a frown as she read through the page. She was sure she hadn't seen any rules of the campus mentioned on their website. # 4. No using cell phones. # 12. Students should not roam outside the campus after eleven in the night. The further she read, the more bizarre it turned out to be. Her friend turned the page and then pointed at the last rule # 29. Listen to Roman Moltenore. "This is made up. Look, the last one is even written in pencil." Julianne couldn't believe that her friend from the next dorm thought she would fall for it. "And no phone?" "It is important you abide by all the rules. Especially number twenty nine," said the girl in a serious tone. "Remember not to get involved with Roman. If you happened to see him, run in the other direction. There is a reason why it is written down here." With the rules of the campus, she resorts to sending handwritten letters to her uncle. But who knew it would end up in someone else’s hand! 
ash_knight17 · 9.1M Views

Death Bringer: Eyes of Death

Reymart transmigrated to cultivation world as Neru. Neru was born with abnormality. But not a deadly one, he just can't cultivate immortality due to absence of Dantian in his body. He was shunned by his family and got bullied by his peers. Neru looked at the sky helplessly. "What's the use of transmigration if I can't fucking cultivate!?" At the brink of despair, Neru awakened special eyes that had existed even before the creation of every verses! "Conceptual Eyes of Death" Unparalleled eyes that allows the user to see the end point and lines of vulnerabilities of anything, thus cut and kill everything! Huh? You are a Peak Nascent Soul Cultivator and I'm just a puny mortal? Let me stab your end point to see if you don't die! Huh? The strongest defensive technique and armor that makes you immune to physical attacks and an invincible physique? Let me cut the lines around you using my scissors to see if you can stand it! You are the god of flames and the overlord of the sun governing the laws of temperature? Kill!! You exist outside of space and time? A conceptual being that can't be killed? Give up your dreams and die!!! Everything has an end point even concepts. Laws of causality, time, space, reality, mind, spirit and power. With my eyes, everyone and everything would have to die! Thus, unable to cultivate, Neru can only walk the path of body cultivation and began his journey of slaying demons, dragons, conceptual beings, and gods starting at the cultivation world.
MadScythe · 25.6K Views

Letters for my Mother

"Letters for my Mother" is a collection of thoughts, emotions, and socioeconomic factors that have hindered my mother and me until her passing in 2007. At that time, I was away from home, moving from place to place, bunking on my sister's house one year and moving on to the other like clockwork. It was traumatic for me since I grew up knowing that I come from a large family of twelve and now living with different people all together or sometimes coming home to find my big sister hasn't arrived from work, so it was books and TV to keep me company. Most of the time, they were trying times as distance kept my two brothers and me from bonding fully. I am glad that I found an outlet for my part where everything seems to be going and coming. What was constantly being right was I thank them fully for taking me to high school, where I found my calling. Art, for me, was a constant where everything is a variable. I never knew I was artistically gifted in all areas of art. I found myself doing drama and musical at form one barely one month into the school. Next year, I found myself in Environment and Science Congress. I had hoped initially that I would blossom to be a scientist. There was this character, Dexter's lab, where he was a boy genius living in a suburban home and having a secret lab in the basement; it was an eye-opening factor for me, and I had to exercise to the fullest. Form three and four were full of music and festival of arts; that was where I grew my art to visual, and poetry came to me as a second language. You probably have figured out that school for me was not for learning, rather for making friends and trying my foot in various forms of art. After high school and pre-youth and college year (I studied computer graphic design for three months, and I dropped out for one reason I will share in my latter works), I found my calling in theatre and performing arts. I loved being on stage, acting, and bringing characters to life with costumes and lights. Telling narratives to the audience and watching them move with awe and splendor. Some hated me from curtain raise to curtain call, booing me for being the antagonist, and applauded wildly when I played the hero. After a while, I felt sick and stagnant for doing the same thing and staging in the same theatre. I saw different cultures and people around Kenya, my country, and settled for drawing and writing poetry and books. To be honest, I was a bit skeptical about my works and would write and draw sketches, and if they don't work out, I would tear them out and flush them. I know I was my worst critic, but I had my first break at 2017 under Storymoja and mentorship of Muthoni Garland, Samira Mathews, and Monity Odera. I published a children's book, "Monsters Who Disobeyed," translated to Swahili, also known as "Malipo ya Ukaidi." It was a milestone for me. I really appreciate my efforts, and three years later, I compiled this book for myself and also the whole world as a reminder that you can be yourself and be the greatest version; you just have to believe. My shortcoming is that my mother, may her soul rest in peace, would be proud of the young man I have become, being that I have never had the chance to show her how talented I am. To all the dreamers and the creatives out there, I would like to give a nugget of wisdom to all that the first step is the hardest, but you will get there eventually. After a while, I must say I am well-versed with various art forms, and I speak the language fluently. As a reader and a fan of my work, I must acknowledge that it is a pleasure giving you access to my world, and I hope to share a room in your library as a favorite.
ODUOR_ISADIAH · 12.4K Views
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