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Marianna and Shadow are just sitting in a room and chatting. They hate each other, but it was fate who brought them together.

"How did you allow yourself to burst into my office and shout something?" a cold note crept into his voice as demonic fingers gripped his chin and pressed painfully with his claws. It was difficult to control the power in the second incarnation, but it was even harder not to undress Walker right now. "It's my fault, my lord," a soft, oily voice swept through the room, and a smirk appeared on Lucifer's lips. "Then I will punish you, my naughty mistress

poem for about two girls

Philip Moreau was born and raised on Earth. When he was very young, humanity was nearly wiped out due to a global conflict. Two years ago, he embarked on the most important journey of his life — along with twenty thousand colonists, he is flying to his new home.

"Press any key to get a little bit of drama in your life" I constantly have nightmares. In these... dreams, my friends always die. And then it's my turn. Every day I wake up in a cold sweat. Permanent fatigue, lack of sleep, insomnia, migraines. Medicines don't help. What happened with me? Constant feeling that someone is watching me. Now I'm also paranoid. Every day it gets worse and worse. I won't last long. ...Feeling of approaching death. If this continues, I will simply go crazy.

This work is translation from my own account in Russian version of ficfan : Danya_Writer. But to be honest, I do all the confirmations

Not everyone knows that autumn has a name.

After the last shining ray went over the horizon, an incredible metamorphosis began in the world. The city turned into a fiery island, covered with the twinkling of thousands of stars, like precious stones scattered on black velvet. It was a time when darkness became colorful and mysterious.

Quite an ordinary and boring life of a teenager ends when, due to certain circumstances, he has to move to another city. The city is saturated with oddities and riddles. People that speak in riddles, magic that came from nowhere, inexplicable surveillance, dreams that make you doubt your adequacy and creepy secrets. But it all started with the usual forgetfulness...

Just Sex

Ever wondered how many times you can die in a day? A simple yet very unlucky schoolboy named Paul Fleetingson will try to give you an answer based on his colossal, very bitter experience.

Never give up

She felt a touch. Someone hugged her from behind. - It is you? - she whispered. - Yes.

You are not the hero of my story, I am not the heroine of yours. We're just us, stuck in the middle of nothing, without first kisses and crazy dates. Too obvious to deny, but too distant to become something more.

“Though she was afraid the world was a lie, she danced with a blade and sang for the sky”. Periodically updated collection of poems in fantasy setting.

We don't sleep - Someone's dreaming about us…

In the shadow of the old garden, where time dragged slowly, a single raspberry bush grew. Its branches, like lost threads of time, stretched towards the sky, losing themselves in the boundless blue. It seemed that in every leaf there was an echo of the past, like unspoken words frozen in eternity.

Beneath the moon's cold, watchful gaze, A captive soul in iron stays. Through bars of regret, shadows loom, A tale unfolds, a prison's gloom.

In shadows deep, where whispers weave, A jester's just, a plot to grieve. In cloak of night, with vengeful art, He played his role, a twisted heart.

— Donny.. did you know how beautiful you are? Dee reacted very strangely to this question, with fear. But the turtle found the strength to answer. - N-no..