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Once we fall

What do you do when nothing goes your way? A. Try to work with what you’ve got B. Get drunk and try again tomorrow C. Cry about it D. Kill yourself and hope for a better next life *** Blair is an assertive 22 year old woman working at a makeup company—KLARE. She knows where to draw the line between her and people, and makes sure never to cross it. Fun fact: she’s a hardcore realest. Love is not real, people are not real, karma is not real, and God is not real. All in all, her life is plain boring. She’s not a badass fighter, she does not have trauma to make this story interesting, she’s not funny and she’s not a prophet. She is as boring as modern architecture. Zero personality, pleasing to the eyes, and a stuck up bitch. Her hobbies? Drinking beer. The one thing she is adamant about avoiding now that she is 22 is forming any new relationships. People and their affection make her uncomfortable. So avoiding them is best. Sounds easy, right? Wrong. 30 year old, sexy bachelor Gabrielle has just been assigned as CEO of the makeup company KLARE and his eyes are set on hardworking, stone-cold Blair. Blair is adamant on staying away from the boss she strangely feels attracted to. But just how long could she ignore the mate bond? Throw in werewolves, trust issues and toxicity into the mix. Now Blair really must put an effort into the life that she’s planned to bullshit her way through

Subordination System

Vesper awakens to find himself in an unfamiliar world. Join him in his quest to be the realest, most badass, and fabulous(?) king with his underlings in this foreign world

Son apollo The son of the King Sun By: Porcelain R. Delossantos

Son Apollo look up at the sun above and said!! As a compensation to my great sin accept my power take it back I'm give it back to you my father, and Son Apollo realest his power from his body up to the sky and the sun accept it to capture it landed and there the sun spokes Son, did you know that a creature on earth is called perfect because it's power comes from the heart that cannot be changed by any gold and wealth or even form because it has imprint and true heart will never change Use that for you to shine more than the light you have ..

Posy to Abelard

Posy has bad dreams. Very, very bad dreams. Her latest nightmare consists of cannibal teenagers, a burning manor, a Spanish circus and mediaeval Prussia. And everywhere she turns inside of this dream, she hears the name of Abelard. And the more she learns of him, in her efforts to crawl back to consciousness, the more she realises she's not dreaming at all. This is all quite real, and possibly the realest she's ever felt. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Casimir took a step forward. I took one back. “Don’t,” I began, and pulled out a knife, which I’d also stolen. “Come any closer.” He put up his hands. “Posy. We’re here to help you.” “You chased me through the woods!” I almost shrieked. “You were yelling at me!” “If you’d just stopped, we would have talked this out. Nice and slow.” “I don’t know where I am,” my voice shook, and I willed it to stop. “Or what year it is, I don’t know who you are, or what you’ve done to me in the past few days. I don’t trust any of you.” “We’re not the cult,” the black-haired man said. His brown eyes were firm. “We’re just a circus, we travel and we perform. That’s it.” “I know how you treat girls in these times,” I retorted. “I know what you do to women. They’re weak and breakable and stupid, and I know what you were trying to do to me.” The man raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

What Death Withholds

The protection of a secret brings people together, but death unites those in a way where tears and regret are the only left overs of a hidden memory. - The kind of secret that united Alessandra and Elijah. The kind of secret that you hide until your last day, until your last breath - the secret that you protect will keep the realest moment to your grave.