Like a rose, thorn and petal. Or a knife, handle and blade, Adeline was a paradigm. So when she walked into the warehouse, soaked to the bone from rain and watery blood dripping off a glass photo, Grae should've known she'd done something drastic.

The gun he'd swung to the door froze in his hand. He didn't say anything at first, just stared at the photograph. The frame's edges were cracked, one ...

Basically a real life convo btw😭

I sit down in the school hallway by myself as I sob silently just outside the classroom I just walked out of.

I can’t do this anymore.

Last evening, me and my parents were arguing about me and the kettle. I can’t use a kettle. Yes. A kettle. Because I pass out too often and I’ll burn myself.

Just last night, my legs had stopped working due to my FND and m...

**This is going to be a short fanfiction scene of Lee Know and Han Jisung of Stray Kids. Minsung (for all the STAYs who know what I mean **😉**)!**

“Mmph!” Hyunjin exclaimed, muffled by the tissues Lee Know was stuffing in his mouth.

While Hyunjin knew that Lee Know did this with no malicious intent (at least he thought so), it was still uncomfortable having tissues practically shoved down his t...

Hot tears fell from her cheeks and her fingers turned white as they gripped the seam of her jeans. She had given him everything she had in her soul, and this was all he can give back?

She had planned out what she was going to say- she rehearsed it and refined it to make sure it was oozing with love, but his eyes still grew wild with frustration when she confronted him. He still breathed his ...

The guards threw us down against the marble floors like scrapped meat before the king. Tight chains bind our necks, hands, and ankles, making it impossible for us to struggle. I look over to the King’s Guard, to my ally, to my love, and he’s breathing heavily. He cannot keep his composure the way he used to.

“Look at what we have here!” The king boomed. He laughed from atop his gold throne, splay...

Her insessant screaming drove deep within the of my dry skin. Hitting every nerve, every tender muscle, all travling throughout my body. My veins absorbed the vibrations transforming them into aggrevated hate, boiling over to the point that I couldn’t take it anymore. It’s already bad enough that the detective has shown up far earlier than expected. This said detective is in search of the sorry sa...

Name: Liora Vance

Age: 32

Occupation: Investigative Journalist

Appearance: Liora has a striking presence—sharp cheekbones, intense green eyes that miss nothing, and a wardrobe of sleek, dark clothing that makes her seem untouchable. But her hands are always ink-stained from jotting down notes, and there’s often a stray curl escaping from her otherwise severe ponytail.

Personality:

Liora is razor-...

I am very sharp, said the knife to the steak. I am very tender said the veal cutlet. I’m so tender that you will not need a knife to cut me. Your knife is not sharp at all. You need a scissor to cut you. Instead, grind yourself into chop meat. That’s the only thing you’re good for. Becoming a hamburger. Make sure you add cheese to kill the taste .. .You are nothing but a ground round,or a sloppy ...

The day drags on. I keep my face controlled, not letting my emotions get the better of me, only speaking when absolutely necessary. _It's not that big of a deal. _At least that's what my head says. Then my head gets mad because my heart says it is a big deal and... _stop, don't be overly dramatic_. Only four more hours to go.

In the halls people veer to get out of my way. They know I won't stop o...

Greer Delilah Garnet was a living contradiction. Even her name carried the weight of opposing forces—Greer Garnet, as steely and unyielding as a blade; Delilah, right in between, a whisper of softness, a name meant for lullabies and gentle hands.

Her jawline could cut glass, her cheekbones stood high and severe, her features carved in the language of straight lines and hard edges. A striking pres...