Its been about 2 years since Ive made my last post. Im doing alot better now in my mindet and with dealing with my emotions. Unfortunately Im currently homeless at 15 with zero family. Im currently staying with a friend for a couple months waiting for a response from my only family left. Its been ruff but im glad things are hopefully turning around I may be able to get therapy for my past trauma which is Great hopefully ill be able to open up and kind of let my emotions go. Its been a hard couple years but just as a reminder to everyone reading. Keep your head up, keep pushing, keep dreaming, and Over everything else keep doing your best.

Much love to everyone out there dealing with things❤️

https://youtu.be/JsSvFJMK-so?si=po7E3CiBeswXkm_b Interest shipwreck mystery video I made, my first video story telling

Once upon a time, in the quaint kingdom, where rolling hills kissed the sky and rivers danced with the wind, there lived a simple farm boy named Carmine. The world around him flourished with the bounty of nature, but his heart, wild and unyielding, yearned for the gallant life of a knight. He dreamed of shimmering armor, valiant quests, and the day he would rescue maidens and slay dragons, but there was one cruel twist of fate: he was born a commoner.

From a young age, Carmine had been spellbound by tales spun around the fire by his father late in the night of brave knights riding into battle, their swords gleaming like sunlight, and their noble deeds echoing through the halls of the castle. He often daydreamed of glory as he tended to the fields, his hands rough from toil but his spirit unbroken. His mother would often find him practicing with a wooden stick, imagining it was a mighty sword, his imagination crafting epic duels and grand tournaments.

When Carmine had turned sixteen, he could no longer quell the fire in his heart. With a heavy heart, he told his parents he would leave to seek his fortune—an impossible dream, perhaps, but a dream nonetheless. As he walked away from the farm that had nurtured him, he took with him little more than a tattered cloak, a sturdy pair of boots, a bow his father helped carve with him, and last but not least, a heart full of resolve.

The years that followed were harder than he had anticipated. Carmine trained daily, learning combat from vagabonds and retired knights who shared their wisdom for a meal or a few coins he could spare. He stumbled often, grappling with the weight of armor that seemed to mock him for dreaming too big.

Time passed, and though he consumed every lesson with fervor, the reality of his station weighed heavily upon him. The noble knights, who once seemed so close, remained tantalizingly out of reach, their castles shining like distant stars.With no title, no real opportunities, and little to no gold, Carmine became a sellsword—one who fought for coin and not for honor.

He fought in small skirmishes where kingdoms clashed over petty grievances, and while he earned a living, it was not the chivalric life he had once imagined. Each swing of his sword and notch of his bow felt like a step further away from knighthood, and he wondered, in the quiet of the night, if he was destined to remain a mere footnote in the annals of history.

Then, one fateful day, when the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over a sleepy village, Carmine heard the clamor of an approaching army. Word had spread that a foul beast—a dragon that wreaked havoc in the surrounding lands—had come to lay claim to the town. Panic ensued, and the villagers fled, but not Carmine. Here was a chance, a chance for glory, for the tale he had longed to tell.

With a heart pounding like a drum, he stepped forward, rallying his fellow sellswords. "If we band together, we can confront the beast!" he cried, his voice ringing with fervor. Some scoffed, others hesitated, but a few brave souls stepped alongside him, inspired by a spark they thought long extinguished.

Together they journeyed to the lair of the dragon—a cave in the mountains that reeked of sulfur and decay, the entrance littered by the beast's scales that glimmered like emeralds. A dreadful roar escaped from within the cave, with nerves shakened the troop matched ownward as Carmine led the charge. With a death grip on dwarn sword he knew in his heart he was ready, that they can end the beast, that he can prove himself. They arrived to last bend in the cave to the heart of the dragon's lair, they rushed in quickly hoping to take it by surprise.

Only to find the beast had been slain, and on top of it stood a knight in shimmering armor drawing his sword from its skull.The knight's cloak bellowing like a victorious flag, to inspire hope in all who saw in the crowd. All except for Carmine, who only saw it as a mocking wave of a goal he couldn't reach, even when ready to face death at the claws and teeth of a dragon, he was found wanting still.Cheers erupted for the brave knight, all from the ones that had adventured into the cave, all except from Carmine, who simply sheathed his sword, bowed his head, and made his way back down to now-safe town, where he continued his simple life of being a simple farm boy who became a simple mercenary.

I (F42) have an 18 year old son who just started university. For the past 2 months, I've been hearing that he's been assaulting women and threatening them, I wasn't sure if they were true or not, but to verify this i hired a fake female student who looks about his age. First day, she told me he approached her and became friends. But on the third day, he ordered her to send him explicit photos. 30 minutes later my son came home. I had already told my husband who's at work, and takes not less than 2 hours of driving to arrive home. I was sitting in my room when i called out to him, he came as if nothing happened.

"I know everything" i said he looked shocked i told him that i knew everything in detail including what he watches online. this was the first time in my life i feel this disappointed in my son. he said nothing and gets close to me and hugs me, i try to push him off but his force kept getting stronger. soon after, he ties me using zipties, i don't know how he got them but i was struggling to escape he gets naked and starts fucking me. i hated every single moment of it. i screamed for help but i was silenced by him. until an hour later my husband came home heard a glimpse of my screaming and went upstairs holding a weapon. when he broke down the door he saw it. he took our son threw him in the basement locked it, and barricaded it. i was then freed, feeling scared and shaking in fear. after 20 minutes police arrive and took him with them.

January was a tough month—one of the hardest I've had in a long time. The first 20 days felt like pure chaos, filled with conflicts that left me drained. At one point, I even lost the ability to speak in public, and that feeling was horrible. As Psycho Sir once said, “Either accept it or ignore it and move on.” It wasn’t easy, but over time, I adjusted.

Then, something unexpected happened. My blender, which I thought was broken, somehow started working again. I have no idea how it got fixed, but it did. And just like that, I found joy in the simple act of making milkshakes—chocolate, almond, anything. The sudden burst of happiness I felt while drinking them was strange but refreshing.

Later That Day

I wasn’t expecting the sudden shift in events. A friend of "her" (the same her who was at the center of my conflicts this month) asked me to pick up curd from Market . I agreed and went after my gym session.

As I was heading back to my flat, I got a call from that same friend asking me to come back and see the shop. It was oddly timed—I was just about to leave that area. When I returned, guess who was there? "Her". The very person who had contributed to my mental chaos for nearly the whole month.

Surprisingly, she had spoken to me normally during a lecture earlier, even if it was just a few words. I also overheard some conversations around the corner. Maybe things were shifting. I’ve come to believe that if someone is being nice to you, you should be nice to them in return—it’s only fair.

A Choice to Make

Her friend then invited me to join them for some veggie shopping. I had a choice: head back to my flat or join them, which could lead to completely different scenarios. In the end, I decided to go with them—I just wanted to be normal again.

That small decision led to an unexpected moment of luck. While shopping, I finally found the cocoa powder I had been searching for over the past four days. I assumed it would be sweet, but it turned out to be bitter. Still, when mixed into a milkshake with sugar, it had a rich chocolate taste.

The Invitation

As we waited outside a shop for her friend to finish buying onions and other things, a conversation sparked between her and me. It wasn’t joyful, but it was slow and steady—almost cautious.

On the way back, we took the bus together. When my stop arrived, I was about to leave when I heard her voice. She invited me to their flat, with her friend backing the invitation. I initially thought I’d visit later the next day since we had late classes, but declining an upfront invitation felt off. So, I went.

It felt like a test—to see if I was still offended by what had happened. Maybe she wanted to check if things could go back to normal.

We ate some food, and I left a little early because I had forgotten my notebook at my flat. I couldn’t shake the feeling—was I being drawn into something, or was this her way of saying sorry?

It was a normal day, and I was going to college, running late as usual. I took the bus and sat in the back seat. Everything seemed normal until the bus stopped at the next stop. I was on my phone when I suddenly looked up to the front of the bus, and someone was staring straight into my eyes. My heart began to rumble, as if someone was pressing on it, and my skin started to sweat. Our eyes locked for more than 8 seconds, and then I quickly looked away.

Here's the interesting part: we took the same bus, so I had the chance to see her more than 7 times. At first, I thought I didn't know her, but on the second day, I saw her face, and I was shocked. She was my old classmate from 4th standard, and I hadn't seen her in 7 years. I didn't recognize her at first, but when I did, my heart still races whenever I think about her.

We were in the same class for 4 years, but I never felt this way about her back then. She disappeared again, and now I desperately want to meet her, be with her, and spend time with her. I'm afraid of her, and my legs tremble whenever I see her. I hope she doesn't have a boyfriend. I wish I were more confident so I could propose to her. God, please give me one more chance.

I was born to a family with a quite good economic status, my dad used to win millions of dollars per year, had houses for rent, a building full of stories, and a shoe store named after me. I have 3 older siblings, 2 of which I never met in person and don’t know if they even know of my existence since they were chased away by my father who got mad at them and never wished to see them again. I was born after those incidents and grew up with not a bad childhood but I can’t say it was happy either. I lived in a 3 floored house with my dad, mom, adoptive brother, and older brother. I would always admire my older brother, he knew many things and had studied at United States, I would also hear him at times speak Chinese with my dad or English. During that time I was learning English and the only language I knew was Spanish. As for my dad, he was caring but if I did anything wrong he would yell at me for 1 hour or 30 minutes if I was lucky, if I cried he would only get angrier. My mom would only work day and night to keep my dad’s businesses running, she would barely eat or sleep and didn’t have time for me. When I reached the age of 10, my adopted brother showed me pictures of a chat in which they assumed mom was cheating on dad but… how would she cheat on dad if she never had time to her self with all the work dad forced her to do!? Both my brothers knew about this pictures and one day my older brother ran to tell my dad about those pictures, everything occurred as a 10 years old was looking… I remember how dad would scream at mom all night, my room was just across their room. Mom would get out of bed tired having to keep working, this lasted for about a week until dad told me that he would divorce mom and he would send mom and me to United States with the excuse that I needed a better education. Though, I think he only wanted to send mom away. During my last months in my home country, dad bought a restaurant near a lake, pretty famous. He also bought land near the same lake and build a beach house and also build a treehouse for me despite he knew I would leave to the United States soon. I asked mom if that chat was all a misunderstanding and indeed it was, I would never believe that she had cheat on dad. If she did, she had many reasons to. As my last days with my dad approached, he told me that he would give me the restaurant and the properties near my treehouse when I turned 21. Weeks before I left, dad told me that he wouldn’t give me the restaurant or my treehouse with the excuse that it was not convenient to have properties on that country. I bet it was because he was still mad at mom and hold a little of resentment towards me because of carrying mom’s blood through my veins. He left everything for my older brother to inherit as I left. After I arrived to the United States dad called a few times to talk to me but stoped doing so… He would sent money each month but whenever I needed anything else regarding school, I would have to contact have to ask my brother. My brother would always send the money I needed but… he would take his time and send it at least 15 days after I asked for it, It is frustrating. I also learned once I left that all the people around my older brother would think of him as not bright and even dumb, it was not a secret that my adoptive brother was a thief that stoled money from my dad and would also threatened my older brother with pictures of his chats just as he did with my mom. My brother took away all properties dad wanted to give me all for himself. Ever since I came to the United States I can’t stop thinking for a way to make both my brothers suffer for how they destroyed my family. Should I sue my older brother? I want to have everything that is righteously mine back.

I know I’m probably a bad story teller haha…

Thanks for reading this story and I hope no one except my brothers go through something similar to what happened to me.

Alright people. This is messy, and long. Like going on almost a year now. So if you don’t wanna read please feel free to go, and a pre thank you to those who read. I don’t really care if I’m the ahole. I’ve sat up at night thinking about what I did to deserve this. It’s sadly a topic that comes up a lot. And I hold quite a bit of resentment towards this cousin. This happened in may of 2024. For the context of this story I will be changing names, but not ages. (This is important and I’m 18 now) I’m going to give context on each person involved because I feel it’s important.

• me (17f) still recovering from a life threatening car accident. I have a lot of ptsd. To loud noises, rising in cars, and driving in the rain. •my then boyfriend (18m) now fiancé were calling him jack for this story we’ve been together for over a year at this point. •jasmine (17f) sisters by choice not by blood. We were born a few days apart and practically raised together. Our moms were fostered by the same people. We are still extremely close to this day. •then finally the hell spawn. We’ll call him Nathan. (18m) Nathan was raised in a house with 8 other siblings. Has a seizure disorder (not epilepsy) and is extremely gay. No im not homophobic he’s one of those people that being gay is their ENTIRE personality. I get called homophobic all the time. I just really don’t like this person and you’re about to find out why.

On night in may me, jack, and jasmine were heading back to my grandparents house. Me and jack were supposed to hangout the next morning. Yes we are stupid teenagers. I smoke the devils lettuce and so does my cousin Jasmine. My boyfriend jack was driving. Me and Jasmine had the idea to invite our other cousin Nathan. He doesn’t have a lot of friends, and doesn’t get out much. So we all thought it’d be good to invite him and hangout in my room upstairs at our grandparents house. (Nathan lives at the end of a half mile driveway that his parents share with our grandparents (Nathan’s dads, dad)) we called and he agreed. We had an unopened case of twisted teas in the back seat. We picked Nathan up parked the truck behind the barn (jack wasn’t supposed to be staying) and we all went inside. We made our way upstairs quickly and quietly. Me, Jasmine and jack all had plans to just chill out. I had worked that day and so had jack. We were tired and just ready to chill out. It was about 12:30am. We all sat and talked for a little bit trying to respect my sleeping grandparents that were downstairs. At around 1 I had finished a can of tea so had jack, and jasmine was on two. Nathan doesn’t drink or smoke. We don’t push him to do it, and blow our smoke away from him.

At around one I was starting to get tired so I laid back. Nathan looks at me and says, “well you can’t be that tired. It’s not like your job is hard or anything.” I look at this mf dumbfounded. I worked as a mechanic at a shop. Was still recovering from an accident, and this dude doesn’t even have a job! I don’t say anything and just let it go. Nathan stands up and proclaims, “You guys are boringgg!! Let’s get up and make a tik tok or something!!” Jasmine reply’s before I can, “nah we’re all a little tired and just kinda wanna chill, besides grandma and grandpa are downstairs sleeping.” He lets out a huge sigh and rolls his eyes sitting back down. Another 10-15 minutes go by and I’m sweating at this point is so fcking hot in this room. Jasmines sweating too. I haven’t moved into my grandparents yet so I had only packed cloths for me to change into in the morning. I had more cloths downstairs but no one wanted to risk the grandparents waking up. Me and Jasmine were both wearing boxers. We both find them comfortable. I asked Nathan and jack if they were comfortable with both of us just hanging out in the boxers since it was so hot. Neither of them had a problem with it. I was supposed to sleep in between jasmine and jack while Nathan slept on the other side of jasmine. If you don’t understand this next part or why it’s wrong and weird then you need help. As a reminder Nathan is GAY. Okay keep this in mind here. Most people know the difference between a man and a women wearing boxers. Women don’t have anything to show and they’re pretty much shorts when we wear them. I was fine with jasmine wearing them around jack.

Nathan yet again stands up and has this shit eating grin on his face. He just laughs and says, “I’ll be right back.” Walking into the other room. There are two rooms upstairs separated by a single door. With my bed sitting being the door. We all just kind of look at each other confused. The door busts open and the sight that came through HORRIFIED me. This grown man was standing in his boxers (white boxers) his shirt twisted with his pants stuffed in the shirt to imitate boobs. He came in the room laughing loudly, and stomping. Then he turned around and started twerking. With all to see for everyone behind him. His dog even looked horrified. Probably embarrassed of how he was acting. When Nathan turned back around, he rolled his eyes again, “omg you guys are no fun at all!” Me: “dude that’s not okay you can see everything.” Nathan, “ Uhg stop being so dramatic no you can’t.” He walked back into the other room. I turn to jack and ask him quietly “did that make you uncomfortable?” He looked at me and nodded. I asked Jasmine the same thing, and we were all uncomfortable asf at this point. Nathan comes back in the room shirt fixed and pants in hand. Still in the see through boxers. Jasmine was tipsy at this point. I was tired and ready to go to bed. A few things were said. Not about what happened just about life in general. It was 3am at this point. Me and jack call it for the night and Nathan and Jasmine go down stairs. Nathan FINALLY put some pants back on.

Part of the conversation we had was on how drunk/high we were. And Nathan proclaimed he was the most medicated and high person there.

*before we continue: ⚠️trigger warning⚠️ violence, blood, panic attack, and dissociation.

The next morning arrives. And oh boy does it start out great. I wake up to the sound of someone screaming in my ear and violently shaking me. I instantly sit up hyperventilating and crying. I’m looking around the room trying to figure out what in the hell I’m going on. Jasmine grabs me and hugs me telling me to calm down until I can breathe normally. Then, the sleepless, still sobering up Jasmine snaps. She looks at Nathan and goes off on him, “asking him what’s wrong with you? Why would you do that? Are you stupid? You know she has ptsd! You shouldn’t even wake people up like that!” He looks at me and starts saying “ she kept me up all night! I thought it would be funny! Tell her it’s okay!” I mumbled, “but it’s really not okay dude.” Jack was still trying to wake up. He’s a very heavy sleeper. Nathan starts yelling again, saying we’re stupid and overreacting. Jasmine was not having it. So I got out of bed and stood in between them. Nathan was still in bed but sitting up, and Jasmine was standing. I put my body against Jasmine and back her up a little trying to calm them both down. Then out of nowhere BAM. I am punched on the right side of my face. I am in total shock. I look at Nathan with wide eyes. And he quickly goes to grab his stuff. My half asleep brain is still trying to process what in the hell just happened. Jasmine goes for nathan and hits him. Asking him what his problem is and why he thinks it’s okay to hit someone who didn’t do anything to them. Nathan goes to grab his coat and I take that chance to grab Jasmine. I’m sure as hell not worried about what mommy’s boy was capable of. But I’ve seen what dad’s daughter can do. And I could tell she wasn’t there, all she was red. I grabbed her arms and pulled her back a little bit. I looked at jack who was up and ready to help now. Nathan acted like he going to leave now. I looked at him with this sadness, like I was looking at some stranger. He picks up his bag and turns back around. Everyone’s silent. Then he looks at Jasmine and takes a few steps towards her and spits in her face. Welp. I don’t stand for that. Where I’m from spitting in someone’s face is the equivalent to punching them. That was his first mistake. His second mistake was being to close to a restrained, angry, person. Who will do anything to protect others and herself. Welp. I’ve seen this scene before just not with the same person. I loosen my grip a little and lean my head back. BOP BOP BOP BOP. Her forehead went STRAIGHT Into his nose. And it instantly started bleeding. He screamed and said he was leaving. He went into the corner to once again grab his coat. I let go of Jasmine and thought everything was cooled down for now. Nathan turned and faced us and then yet again came after me. He started yelling at me calling me a backstabber. Jasmine went to defend me again. Jack grabbed her and fell onto the bed as Nathan tried to hit her. (This is important later) Jasmine kicked at him to keep him away and accidentally kicked his dog who was trying to run in between them. Nathan finally gave up and walked away. I threw his stuff at him and told him to get out. I could hear my grandpa yelling from downstairs. I yelled “GET OUT” as he turned around to say something else. He walked out the door after spitting blood on my floor, cloths, and bed. Jasmine broke down crying when he left. I got on the floor with her and hugged her, and we all just sat in silence for a few minutes to compose ourselves.

Part two: I’m still new to Reddit so I’m just going to add the rest of this in pieces more than likely. But anyways thank you if you’ve made it this far!

After we give ourselves a minute, I put sweats on and we all went downstairs. Grandma and grandpa were waiting on us when we got downstairs. We all told our story. We told them the truth. They sat there for a minute just absorbing what we just told them. As did my aunt when we told her later. We waited with radio silence from Nathan’s parents which was odd. Me and jasmine both got texts from Nathan saying how betrayed he felt and how we should feel bad for him.

That ends this event.

A few days later Nathan finally confessed. With his own little twist of course!! This grown man said that we attacked HIM. Yea you read that right. He flipped the story. Said we were on hard drugs, and all of us were wasted. Which was weird saying I only had one tea and Jasmine as sober by the time all was said in done. Not even close to wasted. We went to go pick up the goods with him in the car. He mentioned that but said we went to a town in the total OPPOSITE direction. The dude we got it from was white. I’ve never seen him, ever. So it was funny when he said this guy was black. He also said me and Jasmine were selling ourselves for drugs and alcohol. That’s all I heard about his side of the story.

His dad was livid. Fuming even. That same day me and Jasmine both got a TikTok. You know the sound that goes, “all I needed was a friend, and you abandoned me.” Welp that was it for me. I went OFF on him. Asked him how that made any sense when HE attacked us and Jasmine defended me, and he kept trying to attack us. For a little more context Nathan came from a family that didn’t accept his sexuality. Well me and Jasmine have always accepted him. Without hesitation. So I may or may not have said some things that I can’t take back. But I was mad. I am going to put it in here. Just know firstly, I was 17 trying to figure out emotions on depo. (Iykyk) here’s how the message read, “Okay stop. Just stop. Don’t text me. Don’t make contact with me. I don’t want to talk to you. I haven’t tried to contact you so do the same for me. And the last I remember you punched me in the face. So how bout we go back and I send that to you because jasmine only got mad bc YOU HIT ME. All of us saw it and know it. Then your dumb ass spit in her face like the entitled white privileged shit you are. You talk about how bad you live is but you living off daddy and mommy’s money. I make my own. Your not an adult your a child. And your dog only got kicked because she got in the way when jasmine was kicking you. So don’t try and pull that shit. Also your dad doesn’t believe you. And no one will because your right you are the most medicated and you deserve to be in a nut house because your a lying, low life, fagot. You hit me after I accepted everything about you, and everything you did for 18 fucking years. So don’t make this about yourself bc no one gives a fuck about your part in it besides the fact your making shit up and lying. Me jas and jack all had the same exact story. Yours is the only one that don’t line up. And don’t say we tried to come up with one because we didn’t. We went straight downstairs and told grandma and grandpa what YOU did. And I didn’t touch your jacket but love the fact you made a Facebook account to post about me. “It’s giving obsessed” Oh yea and I also know you’ve been shit talking me behind my back to Jaylynn. And you were talking about my boyfriend. So don’t act all innocent and not respond because you honestly fucked your only real friendships you had and then act like it’s our fault. You call us attention whores when in reality it’s you.”

Yes that’s a lot and I’m sorry for what was said but I was angry. And yes you read that last little bit right. I don’t know how. I have no clue when it happened. But this man child’s jacket ended up in our manure pile. Nathan came up into my room went through all my drawers, took two BRAND NEW carts and threw them away. Then proceeded to make a Facebook account for one simple reason. Put me on blast for something I didn’t do. Just the jacket nothing else. Well I let it go.

A couple weeks later I get nosey like some do. And I went on his tik tok. Well that was interesting. The most recent video he posted went a little like this, “The difference between me and you is, I won’t be pregnant at 18, with a guy that doesn’t even love me, while still mooching off my grandparents, and I also won’t have black long by the time I’m 25.” Then the rest of the video is him twerking. So. I’m on depo. Haven’t had a period in three months when this video was taken. I literally moved in because they asked me too. I do chores every day when I get home. And they pay for nothing of mine. I buy my food and do my keep and it’s not a problem. I also have been working since the beginning of my senior year. Bro doesn’t even have a job at this point. Stays at home and literally sits on his ass all day long. So yea that made me mad. Some other videos were made about me and Jasmine.

Jump to a few weeks later. We’re in July at this point, I’m working full time and preparing for fair. Jack is living with me at this point in time. My grandpa yells upstairs. I swear I hear him say, “Nathans here to talk to you.” My head snaps. I look at jack and jump out of bed and go downstairs. This mf is standing there with his dog looking like a fool. I walk into the kitchen and he follows I turn and look at him, “say what you came to say.” My jaw is clenched at this point and I’m fully aware and awake at this point. And boy was I ready to put this mf on his ass. “I wanted to apologize.” Me: “for what” I say sharp and coldly. Nathan: “for everything that I said about you and did.” Me: “For what you did!!! You PUNCHED ME!” Nathan: “no I didn’t! I never di..” Me:(I’m yelling at this point and I’m shaking with anger at this statement. I’m taking with my hands too.) Never did that! That’s what started the whole situation! Are you really that medicated you forgot? Are you really still trying to manipulate the situation to your favor? You’re a pussy for having to come through grandma and grandpa to have the conversation. A real man would have done it one on one. But NOOOO your to scared that when things get out of hand and you choose to lay hands on me again. You’re gonna get your ass beat by not one, but two girls at that point. isnt that right?? Your apologies aren’t wanted here.” After that grandpa asked him to leave. I had to go out and smoke. I was shaking and pissed. He was sitting on the couch when I walked out and when we came back in. I called him a women beater as I walked away and back upstairs.

That next week. I was at a ride night. (Ride horses as a group for 4/H) One of Nathan’s sister in laws was there. One of her kids was in that club with us. She asked me to do her a favor. She asked me to screen record Nathan’s tik toks. I asked her why. That Sunday at church an argument got started about a situation I will not talk about her. Nathan ended up HITTING HIS MOM IN THE FACE. And got away with it. He didn’t get in any sort of trouble. So she asked me to go on his tik tok and see if I could get any proof that he was unstable. Well I found a lot of proof. But nothing was done.

Skip to Christmas Eve. We lost a family member. She passed in her sleep. I wasn’t extremely close to this relative but I did love and respect her. This was Nathans grandmother on the mom’s side. I was asked to go by my grandma. She was really close to her. Skip to funeral day. Me and jack show up appropriately dressed. All black, well dressed but not stand out. As soon as we walk into the worship center I feel this burning sensation on my face. I look on the other side of the room. If you haven’t guessed it yet, yup. Nathan is hard core death starring me. I avoid eye contact straighten up, and set my bag and coat down. I walk a few feet away to Nathan’s dad and talk for a minute then sit down. I wouldn’t go up alone. I didn’t want to be cornered. Or shoved. My aunt came and got me a few minutes later. I walked up with her talked to family and gave my condolences to the people who needed it. I went and sat back down waiting for my grandparents to arrive. When they get there I take my grandmas arm and hold her up as we walk to the front she’s visibly weak. She’s crying and upset. As she sitting there talking and crying with me still holding her up. I get shoulder checked from behind. I stiffen up and you guessed it. Nathan was now shoving me away from my grandma to give her a hug. I almost lost it then and there. But I clenched my jaw, straighten up, and looked straight. I waited til grandma was hugging someone else, and I turned my head towards him slightly and gave him that look of, “you really wanna do this here and now?” I her my head high and stood my ground til he gave in and walked away. I finished walking with my grandma made sure she was sat. Then I left. Since that, he’s deleted his tik tok account and I haven’t heard anything.

Thank you if you made it to the end. This story is 100% true and I was told to bring it here. If anything further happens I’ll update. But hopefully it doesn’t. I’ve been dealing with a mental obsession trying to figure out what I did wrong. What I did to deserve this. How could someone I have loved so much hurt me like that? How could he still try and convince me what happened didn’t actually happen when that’s how i remember it happening. Idk but thank you to everyone!

I had a girlfriend, she cheated for two years, she was religious and at the same time she was dating me and another guy and I didn’t know damn it, I don’t know, there are good honest people left in this world, people should have at least a little bit of humanity, I’m no longer I believe that she exists. Now I feel very bad in my soul, but I can’t cry.

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My mom accused me of stealing 1000 Philippine pesos, which I didn't do. She gave me 1500 pesos for my field trip. I only spent 400 pesos, leaving 1100 pesos unaccounted for. They've taken that money, leaving me with nothing. I'm deeply distressed by this false accusation and the loss of my money. I'm hurting myself as a result

hello, my name is quandingleson the third and i was playing roblox like usual until i stopped upon a roblox obby. this was no ordinary obby, it was a hard obby and i died on first level. after 1 trillion attempts i didnt get past the level. i got so fucking pissed i drunk like 200 - 250 bottles of beer (100% alcohol) and i drove my car beyond the speed limit into the white house. it created a big explosion. after i did, i saw stairs going up into some light. thx for listening, make sure to like and subscribe and comment on this video for more content like this.

Hi, I’m here to ask for opinions I would appreciate advice! I go to a Chinese school each Saturday and have usually liked baggy pants and oversized shirts or jerseys, my friends would say that I looked nice in the outfits I usually wear but overall, I like extravagant or you can also call it, “weird earrings” such as really long earrings, helix hook earrings etc. I bought a normal earring with a chain connecting it to a fake lip piercing, my mother would always say that lip piercing are ugly but she didn’t mind the fake piercing that the earring had. I took the earring with the fake piercing to school and some classmates or even teachers would say it looks cool. When I took the piercing to my Chinese school… 8 years old girls would say that I dont know anything about fashion or that the piercing looked ugly, I didn’t mind since I’m used to critics. I dont want to sound like a victim, I mind bad comments, but what i really hated was that adults would look at me with disappointment or disgust I think children had learned from their parent’s behavior. is it wrong to fear a FAKE piercing? I can’t help but worried for the people that had actually piercied their lip, is this how they feel all the time in public? Criticized or judged only because they use what they like? There are people on this world that are too stubborn and heartless… do you think I do wrong on wearing a fake piercing? I do it because I have always liked to wear this type of things not because I want attention… If I share this with someone else they will probably criticize me or say I’m too paranoid, I just need someone to talk to…

Thanks for taking your time to read this and feel free to comment any opinions no matter good or bad.

My whole life I dad been making me get a haircut cut I tried so many time to not get a hair cut when I was 10 to 12 my dad tell me that he give me haircuts bc I don’t take care of my hair then when I hit 13 I start taking care of my hair then he told me to get ready bc I’m going. To get a haircut I told me I been taking care of my hair then he said he don’t care then I stopped paying to him and not caring no more then he and my mom got mad bc I stop paying attention to them just like how they don’t care when I talked to them how I feel. Do anyone have any ideas to get my dad to stop cutting my hair

I was a loner in middle school not having any friends and eating alone and I thought everything was gonna change in highschool but NO I was still a loner with no friends who got bullied I used to cry everyday and now thinking of everything from the past I regret not going any friends....

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Lily had always been a good sleeper. But one night, she woke up screaming. Her mother, Diane, rushed into the room, heart pounding.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she asked, brushing the hair from Lily’s sweat-soaked face.

“There’s a man in my room,” Lily whispered, eyes wide with terror. “He just… stands there. Watching me.”

Diane checked the closet, under the bed, even locked the windows tighter. But there was no man. “It’s just a nightmare, sweetheart,” she said softly, trying to calm her daughter. “Dreams can’t hurt you.”

But the dreams didn’t stop. Every night, Lily woke up crying, insisting the man was closer than before. Soon, she refused to sleep at all. Days passed, and the circles under her eyes deepened. Her hands shook, her skin grew pale, and she jumped at every shadow.

Diane grew frustrated. “You have to sleep, Lily. You’re making yourself sick!”

But Lily only shook her head. “He’ll get me if I do.”

After two sleepless weeks, Diane was desperate. She didn’t believe in ghosts or shadowy figures. This was just stress—or an overactive imagination. She had to help her daughter rest.

So, one night, Diane ground five sleeping pills into Lily’s warm milk. “Drink this,” she said, forcing a smile. “It’ll help you feel better.”

Lily hesitated, but exhaustion won. She drank the milk, her eyelids drooping almost immediately. Within minutes, she was out cold.

But she didn’t wake up.

Hours passed. Then a day. Then two. Diane rushed her to the hospital, but the doctors were baffled. “She’s in a mild coma,” they said. “Her body’s fine, but… it’s like she’s trapped somewhere else.”

Wracked with guilt, Diane brought Lily home, hoping familiar surroundings might help. But that night, as Diane lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, she felt it. A cold presence.

She turned her head.

There, in the dark corner of her bedroom, stood a man. His face was gaunt, skin gray, eyes hollow like deep, endless pits. He didn’t move. He just watched.

Diane’s heart hammered in her chest. She bolted up, flicked the lights on—nothing. The corner was empty.

But when she turned the lights off again…

He was back. Closer.

Over the next nights, Diane stopped sleeping. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him. Each time, nearer than before. She started to understand the terror that had gripped her daughter. But it was too late.

One night, as Diane sat by Lily’s bedside, begging her to wake up, she felt a cold breath on her neck. She spun around, but no one was there. Then she looked down.

Lily’s eyes were open. But they weren’t right. They were wide, unblinking, and glassy.

And behind her daughter’s vacant stare… Diane could see him.

The man was inside her now. Watching Diane through Lily’s eyes.

Diane screamed. But no one could hear her.

Because by then, the man had made sure no one would.

My six-year-old daughter keeps telling me she sees a man hiding in the woods behind our house, but I’ve kept her from wandering out there by saying it’s just a scarecrow that moves when the wind blows.

I come home to find the escaped soldier dragged away by the authorities, while she excitedly tells me how she showed the men with the dogs where the scarecrow was hiding.

I will tell a story that will be a little hard to tell. But I have been thinking about it a lot these days and I need to tell someone . I will start from the beginning: I was accepted to university in 2019 . I thought that I will focus on my studies and it is not important to have friends because my high school years weren’t great, so it’s okay not to have friends . after a week I had a group of 8 friends . We felt like we know each other since a long time .even that covid 19 came after one semester we still kept in touch and studied together online. all of them were kind and so cheerful so we were the annoying group at the University .however me and one of them became more close after we knew that we have the same interests .I think it was after corona .We talked a lot in our breaks we were watching and having fun and we still with the group . but her and i had the same breaks that semester .

Then somthing happened my friend lost her closest friend ,so she had a really hard time and I was there for her apslotly because I was her friend and because i will never leave anyone in that situation alone because I know what’s mean to lose someone however we become more close after that anytime she needed to talk I was there ,although I am not a social person I don't like to talk in the phone or text a lot I don't even send voice messages, but it was a different situation and I didn't want her to feel that she was alone .

after some months I started to feel stressful about her messages she sends a lot and sometimes she calls me with the name of that friend so I felt like I am a replacement of that friend  . However we graduated and everything was still fine. Then we started to get busy with our lives and I couldn't text her back as I used to do and that wasn't good  she got sick ,I felt like I was the reason so I tried to be more in touch with her as possible as I can . After some time her messages made me feel like I am chocking and felt so uncomfortable .also I would feel worse if I forgot to reply then because of this feelings I started to ignore her messages for days then for weeks and every time she complains I will tell her that I’m busy and I will be more in touch and it only continues for two days then I can't go on . I wanted her to give up on me but she didn't . then someday she was sick again but worse this time and she called and she was crying because of me for real for ignoring her I felt the worst feeling ever. She shouldn't cry because of me I wasn’t a good friend. She shouldn't gave me this much love and gifts I don't deserve any of this , we can't continue to be friends because friends don't hurt each other like this

but I told her I will be a better friend because I can't leave her now and she sick and I was the friend she wants for weeks then I traveled and I was chatting with my cousin about this friendship and how I feel like I am a boyfriend for her not a friend and I said if she died that will be relieving. I realized that moment how our friendship is toxic and it should end but I didn't have the courage so I ignored her again but this time for like a month then when I was back she said we should meet and talk. I agreed and she was asking what's wrong and I finally talked and told her how I feel about everything. she didn't accept it so easily it was hard which was normal . but after that it was really uncomfortable to see each other and we talked a couple of times. After that it wasn't good talks but the weirdest thing if we see each other she will act strange then she will text me so normal when she’s home like in person she is so formal doesn’t talk to me unless if she has to , but in the phone like nothing happened she would text “I am so happy I saw you today “ I felt so weird and said “ that wasn't clear “ and she ignored that message and started to talk about other things , so i stopped replying about anything because i don't know how to react .this is so weird …. help me analyze from your pov ? what should I do ? you can ask anything if you need details .. I know I am a bad person so don’t be so hard on me

Title: Reborn To Love

Chapter 20: Reborn to Love

The city blurred past us, a rush of golden lights and the hum of distant voices as Ethan pulled me through the streets of Paris. The air was sharp, filled with the remnants of rain, and every heartbeat between us felt like a countdown to something bigger than both of us.

We had been running for so long—chasing ghosts, rewriting history, trying to fix what had already been broken. But tonight, there was no past. No shadows of another life hanging over us.

Tonight, there was only this.

Ethan stopped abruptly in the middle of the Pont des Arts bridge, turning to face me. His chest rose and fell with deep, uneven breaths, his eyes burning with something raw, something real.

“Livia.” My name was a whisper, a plea.

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. “Ethan.”

He shook his head, his fingers tightening around mine. “This life, right now—it’s ours. No more looking back. No more waiting for another chance. We have it.”

I exhaled sharply, the truth of his words sinking deep into my bones.

This was it.

The moment everything shifted.

The moment I chose us.

I reached for him, threading my fingers through his hair as I pulled him closer. His breath stuttered, but his hands slid around my waist, anchoring me to him.

“I’m here,” I whispered. “With you. Always.”

Ethan didn’t hesitate. He crushed his mouth against mine, and it wasn’t careful or soft—it was desperate, hungry, a kiss that tasted like every moment we had lost and every second we had left.

The past didn’t own us anymore.

We were more than a tragedy.

We were reborn to love.

The End.

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Title: Reborn To Love

Chapter 19: The Journey to Peace

Paris stretched out before me, golden lights flickering against the darkened sky, the heartbeat of the city thrumming beneath my feet. It was beautiful, hauntingly so. And yet, I wasn’t here for the beauty.

I was here to say goodbye.

Ethan’s hand hovered near mine as we walked, close but not quite touching. He didn’t rush me, didn’t speak. He just let me be. And somehow, that meant more than any words he could’ve said.

The Hôtel de Ville loomed ahead, grand and imposing, a monument to a history I hadn’t just read about—I had lived. My breath hitched as I slowed, my gaze drifting to the narrow alley beside it.

The place where it had all ended.

Sebastian. Isabelle. The gunfire. The betrayal.

The past pressed against me, wrapping around my ribs, tightening like a vice. But this time, I didn’t run from it.

This time, I stepped closer.

The alley felt different than I had imagined it would. Smaller. Quieter. The world continued moving just beyond its edges, but here, time felt frozen—trapped between then and now.

I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into fists. The cold from the stone wall seeped through my jacket, anchoring me as I pressed my palm against it.

This was where he had fallen.

The realization settled in my chest, heavy and unrelenting.

A sharp inhale broke the silence. Mine.

“Livia…” Ethan’s voice was soft, careful.

I closed my eyes, and the memories came crashing in.

Sebastian’s hand slipping from mine. The metallic scent of blood. LaRoche’s smirk, the echo of a gunshot ringing in my ears.

The weight of Sebastian’s body in my arms.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, the words cracking as they left my lips.

Ethan’s fingers brushed against mine, tentative but steady. “For what?”

For not saving him. For not stopping it. For not being enough.

I exhaled shakily, my gaze dropping to the ground. “For carrying him for so long,” I admitted. “For thinking I had to.”

The wind stirred, cool against my cheeks, but for the first time, it didn’t feel like a ghost. It felt like a release.

I looked up at Ethan then, really looked at him. At the quiet strength in his stance, the patience in his eyes. He had never asked me to choose between the past and the present. That had been my battle.

And now? Now, I was finally ready to let go.

Not of Sebastian. But of the pain.

My breath shuddered as I took Ethan’s hand in mine, threading our fingers together. “I don’t want to keep looking back,” I said softly. “I want this—us.”

Ethan’s jaw tightened, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. “Then have us.”

My chest tightened, but this time, it wasn’t grief. It was something new. Something light.

I turned one last time, letting my gaze linger on the place where Isabelle had lost everything. Where I had lost everything.

And then, slowly, I stepped away.

Ethan squeezed my hand, and I let him lead me back toward the light.

Back toward our story.

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Title: Reborn To Love

Chapter 18: Embracing the Present

For the first time in months, I could finally breathe.

Victor was gone.

His power, his influence, the suffocating control he had held over Ethan’s career—it had all crumbled beneath the weight of the truth. The evidence we’d exposed had been undeniable, and within hours of the committee’s ruling, Victor had resigned from his position, his reputation in shambles.

I should have felt victorious.

Instead, I felt… exhausted.

I sat on Ethan’s couch, my legs curled beneath me as I stared out the window, watching the city pulse beneath the soft glow of streetlights. The adrenaline had long since faded, leaving behind a strange emptiness in its wake.

It was over.

But so much had changed.

“Hey.”

Ethan’s voice was soft, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to find him leaning against the doorway, his sleeves rolled up, the first few buttons of his shirt undone like he’d finally allowed himself to exhale.

For weeks, he had been carrying the weight of Victor’s attacks, fighting to hold onto everything he had built. And now? Now he looked… lighter.

Tired, but free.

He crossed the room, sinking onto the couch beside me, his presence warm and steady. “You okay?”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “I don’t know.”

Ethan studied me for a moment, his eyes searching mine. “You should be proud of yourself, Livia.”

I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. “For what? For almost losing everything? For nearly letting history repeat itself?”

“For stopping it,” he said simply. “For fighting for something that mattered. For fighting for me.”

His words hit me harder than I expected.

I had spent so much time wrapped in the past, tangled in the weight of my memories, haunted by the echoes of Sebastian and Isabelle. But Ethan wasn’t just another piece of that story. He wasn’t a ghost of something lost—he was here. Now. Real.

And I wanted him.

Not because he reminded me of the past, but because of who he was in the present.

I swallowed hard, shifting slightly so that I was facing him fully. “Ethan…”

His gaze softened, like he already knew what I was trying to say. “Livia.”

My name on his lips sent a shiver down my spine.

“I’ve been so afraid,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Afraid of what this means. Afraid of what I might lose if I let myself feel this. If I let myself love you.”

His jaw tightened, his hands clenching slightly as if holding himself back. “And now?”

I exhaled slowly, my fingers reaching for his. “Now I don’t want to waste any more time.”

Ethan didn’t move at first, like he needed a second to let the words sink in. Then, without hesitation, he reached for me, his hands cradling my face as he pulled me toward him.

The first brush of his lips was hesitant, almost careful, but the moment I melted into him, the tension snapped.

It wasn’t soft or delicate. It was desperate. Hungry. Like we had been waiting too long for this moment, and neither of us wanted to waste another second.

His hands slid into my hair, his touch anchoring me as he deepened the kiss. I clutched his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him to know—to feel—that this wasn’t hesitation. This was me choosing him.

Choosing us.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless, Ethan rested his forehead against mine.

“No more running?” he asked, his voice rough.

I shook my head. “No more running.”

His thumb traced the curve of my cheek, his expression turning serious. “I need you to know something.”

I swallowed hard. “What?”

“I don’t care who we were in the past,” he said, his voice steady. “I care about who we are now. And right now, all I want is you.”

Tears burned the back of my eyes as I nodded. “Then you have me.”

A slow smile tugged at his lips, and this time, when he kissed me, it was softer. Sweeter. A promise that we weren’t just rewriting history.

We were writing something new.

Together.

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When I woke up during that cold night, I felt like I couldn't stay inside any longer. But where would I go? So, I decided to lock my bedroom door and close the curtains, since that was where I felt someone calling me from, or where my intuition was guiding me.
When the damn clock came telling me it was 1:00 in the morning, the smell of burning invaded my nostrils. I don't know where it came from, but it seemed to be emanating from me. After a few minutes, I felt it again, but this time it was stronger, as if someone was shouting for me outside. I left; I grabbed a sharp knife and walked to the door. Strangely, the smell was fading, as if what I did was right. And from there I left, leaving my time behind. The forest I always loved hunting was different; The trees that I always saw smiling were now sad, with their beautiful leaves falling and leaving the rotten ones on the top. I walked further and, entering that forest, I saw that the marks I left to guide me were gone. The trees turned Caucasian, and the silence began to scream in my ears; That's until I hear a melody. It was the wind, with the help of the leaves, telling me to release the blade. At that moment, I couldn't move on my own, so I ended up listening to the wind. Lost in those woods, I saw a being, someone equally lost as me. I shot towards him. When I got closer, I saw the being cornered, scared, crying and trying to hide in a giant log. When I got closer, I saw that it wasn't someone, but a mirror.

The beast of bray road is a wolf like monstrous animal that prays on anything that moves, it was a fearless predator that had nothing to challenge . It hunted elk, bears, even hunters. It feared nothing , it even started hunting the edge of town. Until one day it decided to go near the campsite of the local Scouts of the Ravens. Rehabilitation center for children who where disobedient, it was like a Buffet of juicy tender flesh..

It was perfect free food, but it had to be carful, the camp consolers had guns. He may be fearless but he was not stupid, a injury isn’t a joke. He once got shot in the leg and had to hunt old animals, not much of a challenge to hunt for a big predator like himself. He was maybe large as a black bear but fast as a gray wolf, it helped since he was a unknown species of wolf.

He would hunt small animals around the area to stave off the hunger when he was planing to pick one of the kids off, the hunt had to be perfect cause if he gets caught dragging them away he’ll ether get shot or they’ll leave the area. So he was circling the camp on the third day there in the trees waiting for one of them to get close to the tree line, tell he saw a small one run up to the tree line on the other side of the camp what seem to be throwing what looks like food into the trees, looking back as he does and waved to something and ran off.

He would circle around to see what he threw in, meat is a good source of food but he couldn’t help but enjoy the food these walking pray would eat. But the moment he got close to the area he saw the massive bushes ahead shake, making him go on edge and crouch down. Expecting something to come out only to see nothing come out at all, so he slowly walk up on guard as he slipped into the bush that had the human treats only to see nothing but crumbs and two massive foot prints he never seen before.

Is there a another animal around here he never met before or is there one like him wondering these same woods, how could he miss something like this? He walked up to sniff the massive foot prints only to get the smell of fresh mud and fresh water, he was confused at first cause the last three days it never rained and it’s a hot day so this creature must of came out of the nearby river. This only means it’s eating the free food from these walking flesh sticks cause it can’t hunt for it self or it’s also luring them in to trick them, it didn’t matter to him now it’s just a competitor for food.

It would stalk the one human cub That would throw the food into the same bush every day as if it didn’t need any food at all, so he got a idea to stay by the same bush what ever this other beast was in. He now knows it would eat this cub, must be those plant eaters or something cause this cub has plenty of fresh, tender, juicy meat on him and he wasn’t gonna waste this opportunity. He didn’t care what this other large animal was cause this was his pray not this unknown rival, he’ll make sure to show that he’s the alpha of these woods even if he had to fight another one like himself.

He would get into the pounce position, getting ready to quickly bite the neck of this cub and get out of there quick and enjoy this small feast. Right before he could even think of jumping on the child he felt his self get yanked backwards by his tail, feeling himself get throw into some small trees snapping then as he catches him self landing on his back feet. On instinct he stands up tall to be threatening to what ever threw him, who ever dared to get in the wall of his meal was going to pay. But he saw nothing witch confused him, it was a sunny day and he sees nothing but the bright beams of lights going threw between the leafs of trees and branches as well as dark spot of shadows. It confused him, how can he not see anything he had could into the darkest of nights and shadows but he saw nothing. He couldn’t even see anything in the bushes he was thrown away from, the way he was positioned he could see into the bushes but there was nothing.

Then he saw something in one of the shadows, two dim red glowing orbs as if one of those metal giant mobile things lights where somehow shut with barley any light going threw them or in one of those abandon structures that have no breakable ice sheets that never melt in the sun with just trees stacked on each other that was perfectly lined up but have small little gaps that let just barley enough light threw. That’s what it looks like to him but it’s a red glow.

Then the two slits open up and all he saw was two red glows with black pupils stare DOWN at him, not up but down! How could this be possible, the prey he always face was always below him or at eye level. Like wolves he can look down on or a stare down with a bear. This one was different, never in his life he met one that can look down on him, for the first time in his life he felt small. But it didn’t matter cause he never loses, he never lost a fight and he’ll make sure this one knows who the alpha of this forest and was ready to take this one down.

But the beast stepped out of the shadows and his eyes widen at this sight, the beast was indeed tall but he was bigger then any beast he had faced. He saw rows of teeth sticking from both top and bottom of his extended mouth, claws that where like thick daggers coming out of those hands that could wrap around his neck Easily. The feet themselves where as big as the foot prints he saw or even bigger somehow, it’s body was the most unreal of them as he saw his skin, skin he never seen in his life expect the books in trash he found of underwater beast. His heart was racing for god shake SHAKING! What is this he was feeling in his gut? His heart was racing like he was chasing pray but this time it wasn’t the thrill of a hunt no, this was a feeling he hasn’t felt since since he was a cub.

This was a all familiar feeling, for the first time in many year he once again was feeling fear, FEAR! How could he be afraid! He was not going to stand for this, he would shake his head and get on all fours once again to challenge this new threat in his territory. He wasn’t going to show fear to anything! He was the alpha, the perfect hunter and he was not going to be shown up but a beast that swims in a damn river. Soaked to his feet and covered in dry leaves that feel on him, what makes him think he can just waltz into his hunting grounds!

He wound pounce right at him, aiming for that think throat of his knowing it doesn’t matter how large you are, the throat is always a vulnerable part of the body no matter what. Before he would even reach the throat he felt a impact on the right side of his body like the impact of those metal things those flesh sticks move around in, he was spinning around in mid air impacting a tree and falling to the ground. Did this beast hit him? Did it hit him faster then he can pounce? How! He’s so larger then him you’d think he would be slow, not able to move so fast like that.

The moment he got up to look at his Enemy and to look at him for another round the beast was already in his face, on all fours like he is as the beast growled at him. Never had the beast of bray road saw something move so fast, he would jump away from it and land on his two feet staring at it. The fear he felt is now deeper in his gut then ever before, it made no since! This shouldn’t be happening to him, before he can go to fight he watched as the beast slowly back up staring at him. Fading slowly into the shadows of the forest like vanishing in thin air, only to see the red glowing eyes fade into the darkness. The beast of bray road would look to the camp, then back where that, that, monster! Vanished, he would turn around away from the camp and run for it. Getting away, as he ram he keep looking around only to see the red eyes vanish, this can’t be possible! He’s being stalked! He’s being hunted! What’s going on!!! Why is he being preyed on, why is this beast after him!

Then it clicked for him, he wasn’t being hunted it was protecting its actual source of food! Why hunt when you can get all the food you need from those cubs, every day from that cub! It makes sense! He gets enough food for a week, he keeps getting free food without working for it, he’s protecting his territory! Everywhere he looks as he runs is those eyes! After what felt like a entirety he made it back to bray road. Sure it still had shade but it wasn’t dark enough for IT to hide from him, nor can he attack him. When he turned around to the darker parts of the woods he escaped from he saw the woods her came out of only 40 feet away and sees this big red bright eyes, staring at him with such malice. He saw those eyes turn around going out of view and hears it walking away, letting him know he was down chasing him. Returning to his spot where he gets free food.

It’s been a few weeks after that incident and he been keeping a eye out for those woods, making sure it never came back for him. He’s been surviving on rabbits, squirrels and once in a bit a crossing deer. So the bigger pray are in those woods but that’s where it lives! Every night he can barely get sleep cause he feels like he’s being watched, every movement in the dark makes him jump into action, everyday when he’s hunting he flinched at the slightest movement from the shaded bushes cause of it. He never felt fear in his wolf grown up life but now, now he knows how it feels to be stalked. By a alpha. ——————————————————

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To Nadezhda, What Remains:

I did not know I was lost. Not until the light struck my eyes, so sudden, so fierce, it burned through everything I thought I was.

I was a man of distance, a man of walls and quiet nights, a man who walked through life without expecting to be seen.

And then—you.

You, with a fire that did not wait to be welcomed. With a love that did not ask if I was ready, but tore through me like a storm breaking a window. With a voice that did not fill the quiet spaces gently, but shook the silence awake, demanding to be heard.

I had lived so long in shadow that I mistook it for home. Then you arrived, and the light was unbearable.

I turned my head, covered my eyes, fought against the brightness because I did not know how to stand in it.

But you did not leave.

You wrapped yourself around me like warmth I had never been given. You let me burn, until I could not tell whether the fire would consume me or make me whole.

And in that light, for the first time, I knew love.

Not the kind that fades, not the kind that flickers and dies, but the kind that undoes you. The kind that makes you see yourself and wonder how you had been breathing before. The kind that is too bright to look at directly, but too beautiful to ever forget.

But fire does not burn forever. It raged, it devoured— and then it was gone. You were gone.

And in the silence that followed, I did not think of love— only loss.

Grief came first, sharp and merciless. Then resentment, curling like smoke in the spaces you left behind. Anger—at you, at myself, at the hollow ache that nothing could fill.

But time, indifferent and patient, softened the edges. Pain dulled, grief began to fade, and in the settling calm, I found something I did not expect:

Love remained.

Not as longing, not as need, not as the hunger for what was lost— but as something quiet, steady, unshaken. As care that does not diminish with distance, but lingers, unwavering.

And it was then that I understood.

Love was never the fire, never the light that blinded me. It was not the warmth you gave. Love was what stayed when everything else had gone.

Not possession. Not expectation. Not even the hope of return. Just love.

It does not beg. Does not bind. Does not vanish when left unheld. It does not bend under the weight of loss, nor turn bitter in the hands of grief.

I had never known it could live like this— weightless, wordless, as certain as breath, as steady as time.

And now, in the quiet that once felt hollow, I do not reach for you. I do not ache. I do not yearn.

I only love.

In the small town of Clarksville, Tennessee, in 1940, a baby girl was born prematurely, weighing only 4.5 pounds. Her name was Wilma Rudolph. She was the 20th of 22 children in a poor African-American family. Life was already tough, but it became even harder when Wilma contracted polio at just four years old.

Doctors told her she would never walk again without braces. But Wilma refused to accept that fate. With the help of her mother, who massaged her legs every day, and sheer determination, she gradually taught herself to walk again by the age of 12.

Despite the odds, Wilma dreamed of becoming an athlete. She joined her school’s basketball team and later took up track. Her incredible speed caught the attention of a college coach, and soon, she was training to be a sprinter.

In 1960, Wilma Rudolph made history at the Rome Olympics. She became the first American woman to win three gold medals in a single Olympic Games, earning the title “The Fastest Woman in the World.” The same girl who was once told she would never walk had outrun the world’s best athletes.

Wilma’s victory wasn’t just about sports; it was about resilience, hope, and breaking barriers. She became an icon of perseverance and an advocate for racial and gender equality.

Her story proves that no matter where you start in life, no matter the challenges, with determination and hard work, you can achieve greatness.

Title: Reborn To Love

Chapter 17: The Turning Point Victor Hayes wasn’t the kind of man who expected to lose. That much was clear in the way he carried himself—calm, calculated, and arrogant. But tonight, I wasn’t the same person who had walked into his office days ago, shaking with fear. Tonight, I was the one calling the shots.

“I’m done waiting,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.

Ethan glanced up from his desk, the light catching the sharp angles of his face. His sleeves were rolled up, tension visible in every line of his body. “You’re sure about this?”

“Yes,” I said firmly, clutching the locket around my neck. It was warm against my skin, a reminder of the fight we couldn’t afford to lose. “Victor’s crossed every line imaginable. It’s time we push back.”

His jaw ticked, but he nodded. “Then we go all in.”

We didn’t have much time. The evidence we’d uncovered—the emails, the hacked documents, the records of his manipulations—was damning, but it wouldn’t mean anything if Victor got ahead of us. He’d already started tightening his grip, sowing doubt about Ethan’s credibility and positioning himself as the untouchable force behind the academic board.

But we’d found the cracks.

And tonight, we were going to break him wide open.

The conference room was buzzing with tension, the air heavy with the hum of quiet conversations and the clicking of pens against notepads. Victor sat at the head of the table, exuding his usual smug confidence as members of the academic committee shuffled their papers and avoided his gaze.

Ethan and I walked in together, our presence immediately silencing the room. I could feel Victor’s eyes on me, sharp and calculating, but I refused to look at him. Instead, I focused on the folder in my hands—the one that contained everything we needed to take him down.

“Let’s get started,” Victor said smoothly, his tone laced with authority.

Ethan didn’t wait for an invitation. He stepped forward, his voice calm but firm as he addressed the group. “Before we begin, I think it’s important we address the complaints against my work.”

A murmur rippled through the room, but Victor leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “By all means,” he said, gesturing for Ethan to continue.

Ethan glanced at me, and I gave him a small nod. This was it.

He opened the folder and began laying out the evidence—emails traced to Victor’s server, anonymous complaints submitted under aliases that led back to him, and records showing his manipulation of key members on the board. Each piece was presented with precision, every word spoken like a carefully placed blow.

The room grew quieter with each revelation, the tension mounting as Victor’s smirk began to falter.

“This isn’t just professional misconduct,” Ethan said, his voice steady but sharp. “This is a deliberate attempt to sabotage my career and discredit my work, all orchestrated by Victor Hayes.”

Victor straightened, his expression hardening. “These accusations are baseless,” he said, his tone colder now. “If this is some desperate attempt to salvage your reputation, Ethan, I suggest you rethink your strategy.”

“It’s not desperation,” I said, stepping forward. My voice was firm, cutting through the tension like a blade. “It’s the truth.”

Victor’s gaze snapped to me, and for the first time, I saw something flicker in his eyes—something that looked a lot like fear.

“You’ve spent your life hiding in the shadows, pulling strings to protect yourself,” I continued, my words coming faster now. “But you made a mistake when you came after Ethan. Because this time, you left a trail.”

I dropped the final piece of evidence onto the table—a letter, written in Victor’s own hand, that tied him directly to the sabotage. It was the proof we needed, the one thing he couldn’t deny.

The room erupted into chaos.

Victor stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “This is absurd,” he said, his voice rising. “You think you can destroy me with baseless accusations and half-baked evidence?”

“No,” Ethan said, his voice deadly calm. “But you destroyed yourself.”

Victor’s gaze darted around the room, searching for an ally, but he found none. The weight of the evidence was undeniable, and the murmurs from the committee members made it clear that his reign was over.

But as he turned to leave, his eyes locked on mine.

“This isn’t over,” he said quietly, his voice laced with venom.

I didn’t flinch. “Yes, it is.”

The adrenaline didn’t hit me until we were outside, the cool night air brushing against my skin. My hands were still shaking, but it didn’t matter. We’d done it.

Ethan let out a breath, running a hand through his hair as he leaned against the railing. “That was…”

“Intense?” I offered, my lips twitching into a faint smile.

He chuckled softly, but the sound was weighed down by exhaustion. “That’s one word for it.”

I stepped closer, my heart still pounding. “We did it, Ethan. He can’t touch you now.”

His gaze met mine, and for a moment, the weight of everything else faded. “Because of you,” he said softly. “You didn’t have to fight this fight, Livia. But you did.”

“Of course I did,” I said, my voice steady. “Because you’re worth fighting for.”

Ethan’s expression softened, and before I could say anything else, he reached for me, his hands settling gently on my arms. The space between us felt impossibly small, and when he spoke again, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“So are you.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond before he closed the distance between us, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was soft but full of everything we’d been holding back.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself breathe.

But deep down, I knew this wasn’t the end. Victor’s words echoed in my mind, a reminder that while we’d won this battle, the war was far from over.

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Title: Reborn To Love

Chapter 16: Unraveling the Mystery

The desk was a mess of papers, faded records, and open books, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the puzzle we were trying to piece together. Every note, every letter, every scrap of history felt like a clue just out of reach, and yet the answer hovered somewhere between my memories and the fragments of truth we’d uncovered.

Ethan sat across from me, his elbows resting on the desk, his brow furrowed as he scanned an old journal. The soft glow of the desk lamp cast shadows across his face, making the tension in his jaw all the more pronounced.

“He wasn’t just a revolutionary,” Ethan said, his voice low but sure. “Sebastian had strategy, resources, influence. Whatever he was protecting wasn’t just an idea—it was something tangible.”

“Something worth dying for,” I murmured, my fingers brushing the edge of an old letter.

Ethan’s gaze flicked to me, his eyes softening. “We’ll figure it out, Livia. Whatever it was, we’ll find it.”

I nodded, but a knot of frustration twisted in my chest. The answers felt so close, like they were just beneath the surface of my memories, waiting to break free. But every time I tried to pull them forward, they slipped away like sand through my fingers.

I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair. “What if we’re looking in the wrong place?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan tilted his head, his focus sharpening. “What do you mean?”

I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. “What if the answer isn’t in the records? What if it’s in me?”

Ethan sat back, his expression unreadable. “You’re talking about another regression.”

“Yes,” I said firmly.

“Livia—”

“I know it’s risky,” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “But Sebastian told Isabelle to keep fighting. He wasn’t just talking about the Revolution. He was talking about something. And I need to know what it is.”

Ethan’s jaw tightened, his hesitation clear. “What if it’s too much? What if it doesn’t give us the answers we need?”

“Then at least I’ll know I tried,” I said. “I can’t shake the feeling that this is the key, Ethan. Whatever Sebastian was protecting, it’s tied to me. To Isabelle. To the locket.”

His gaze dropped to the locket resting against my collarbone, his expression softening. Finally, he nodded. “Okay. We’ll do this. But I’m going with you.”

I smiled faintly, a flicker of relief cutting through my nerves. “Thank you.”

Dr. Sinclair’s office was quiet, the air heavy with expectation as I sat back in the recliner. Ethan stood nearby, his arms crossed, his presence steady and reassuring. The locket felt warm in my hand, its weight grounding me as Dr. Sinclair began her usual calming routine.

“Take a deep breath,” she said softly. “Let yourself relax. Picture the door in your mind. When you’re ready, step through it.”

I closed my eyes, letting the tension drain from my body as I pictured the door. It was tall and wooden, its surface worn from time. My heart pounded as I reached for the handle, and with a deep breath, I stepped through.

The cold hit me first, sharp and biting.

The streets of Paris were dark, the shadows long and menacing as I followed Sebastian through the narrow alley. The air was heavy with the faint scent of smoke, and the distant hum of voices only added to the tension coiling in my chest.

“They’ll find us,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“Not if we’re careful,” Sebastian said, his tone low and urgent. He glanced over his shoulder, his dark eyes meeting mine. “The Code is safe, Isabelle. As long as LaRoche doesn’t know where to look, it’ll survive—even if we don’t.”

I froze, my chest tightening. “The Code?”

Sebastian stopped, turning to face me. His expression softened, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from my face. “Le Code de l’Aube,” he said quietly. “The manifesto. It’s more than just words, Isabelle. It’s a blueprint for everything we’ve been fighting for.”

My heart pounded. “Where is it?”

“It’s hidden,” he said, his gaze flicking to the locket around my neck. “The cipher is here—with you. If anything happens to me, you have to protect it.”

I reached up, my fingers curling around the locket. “Sebastian—”

“Promise me,” he interrupted, his voice breaking. “Promise me you’ll keep it safe.”

Tears blurred my vision, but I nodded. “I promise.”

The sound of boots on cobblestone shattered the moment.

Sebastian grabbed my arm, pulling me into the shadows as soldiers appeared at the far end of the street. My chest tightened as I recognized the man leading them—Victor LaRoche.

“Sebastian Devereaux,” LaRoche called, his voice smooth and mocking. “Step forward and make this easy.”

Sebastian’s grip on my arm tightened. “Run,” he whispered.

But I couldn’t move.

The memory blurred, dissolving into darkness as Dr. Sinclair’s voice pulled me back to the present.

I gasped, clutching the locket as tears streamed down my face. Ethan was at my side instantly, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder.

“What did you see?” he asked, his voice low and steady.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “The locket,” I said, my voice trembling. “It holds the cipher to finding Le Code de l’Aube. That’s what Sebastian was protecting.”

Ethan’s eyes widened, his hand falling away as he processed my words. “Then that’s what Victor’s been after all along,” he said. “If we find the Code, we expose everything he’s been trying to hide.”

I met his gaze, determination settling in my chest. “Then we find it,” I said firmly. “Whatever it takes.”

Ethan nodded, his expression hardening. “And we make sure Victor doesn’t stop us.”

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my house is going to crack any minute... so my grandmother's dad was super rich, he invested all his money to buy properties and had around 33 properties (those worth lakhs and some worth of crores now)

My grandmother's father, let's call him G, he had 2 sons and a daughter. all the property was under his name. the sons didnt care when he was alive, my grandmother took care of him till the day he died.. my grandmother's brother steal the property documents once the G dies. since no will was made.

both the brothers equally divided the properties among themselves, without giving my grandmother any and start selling all the property of G, let's say at one tenth of its actual value and waste all the properties. most of the property is bought by an influential group, let's call D.

So, they get all the cash in exchange of money, enjoy life lavishly. the properties keep decreasing. when pocket gets empty they sell another property live life. cycle goes on.

so they empty all the properties. my grandmother has filed a case and the headings in the court are taking place since 20 Fxckin years. no proper judgement. at the last minute they buy my grandmother's lawyer with money and he withdraws the case without my grandmother's knowledge in the pretense of reapplying a case.

so, It comes down to 2 last properties. each a house 60years old, just adjacent to each other, untied by a staircase.

one in which one of the son of G stayed but later they vacated and one in which my grandparents were staying.

so they sold the house which was empty to someone and the person who bought it are breaking the house to rebuild as they wish.

and they are planning to also sell the house my grandmother is staying at but due to the impact of so much drilling done to break the adjacent house. we are afraid this house might soon break on its own.

this world is never supportive for the honest ones.

are indians always this selfish and heartless?

The year is 1915, roughly a year after The Great War started.

Tens of thousands of Soldiers had already died by this time, just a year into the awful bloodbath.

    This story brings us to a Young British Soldier, Sidearm clutched in his shaky hand after having lost him main weapon. With his other hand keeping as much pressure as it could on a fresh bullet wound. Due to his blood loss he had become disoriented and turned around, leading his stumbling feet dangerously close to The German line.

After finding his way into a trench for even the slightest bit safety, the boy slumped down against the shabby wooden walls lining the trench, barely getting to close his eyes before hearing a distinctive click that he only knew as a weapon being loaded.

The boy flung eyes open and raised his gun, being met with a German soldier a few feet before him, his own side arm raised.

With hesitation filling both of their minds, their fingers only remained lightly on the trigger, the British boy spouting out. "D-do you speak English?" The German boy was reluctant to respond, stiffening his arms as if readying himself to fire. "Ja, but I do not talk with the Enemy."

As hostility creeped back into their minds, The German boy reacted slightly faster, The British boy following suit. With clenched eyes on both sides and one click right after another, they opened their eyes and found neither of them dead. Looking at each others guns, one had jammed and the other was simply out of ammo;

And The British mainly carried revolvers.

With the German boy now suddenly fiddling with the slide of his gun the British boy tried to talk him down "Listen!- it doesn't have to be this way, no one knows we're here, and we both know we hesitated to fire at each other. I don't think either if us even wants to k-"

The Biritsh boy was cut off with a bang at his side, not having realized how quickly the German boy has fixed his malfunction.

"Even if I zid not want to kill you, I have to!"

"But why!"

They both fell into silence as that question racked their brains.. 'Why?' Why exactly were they fighting in the first place? With the war having been goin on a near year now, they had both mostly forgotten why they were even risking their lives, their country? Their honor? Too many sleepless nights and fearful days had caused them to forget. And that caused the German to hesitate, lowering his gun slightly. "Maybe... I don't have to- Maybe it doesn't have to be-"

Boom. With a sudden bang that jolted the British boy, The German boy suddenly fell to the ground, a brand new bullet hole in his back, with one of his own comrades behind him, Gun raised. "No. It does have to be this way." He said before he looked down at his comrade with a disgusted look before putting another round in his back. "Worthless Traitor." He said with a scoff, raising his gun to the British boy and quickly firing two rounds into him before moving on.

The Great War went on for 3 more painful years until late 1918, not ending until approximately November 11th, 1918.

Fate did not have to bring the two young soldiers together, if only for a brief moment. But it did.

And fate did not have to let either of the young men die, along with many more millions of their fellow soldiers on all sides of the war and several millions of Civilians; But it did.

The Great War did not have to plague The World for nearly 5 years.

But it did.