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Stories

    ~who is she

    The town of Alder Creek barely made it onto maps. One main road. A bakery that closed too early. A post office that still rang a bell when you walked in. And Elara Whitmore—who had lived there her entire life. She knew every face. Every shortcut. Every story people pretended not to tell. Nothing new ever happened. Until the black cars showed up. — They didn’t belong. Everyone knew it. Too sleek. Too expensive. Too… quiet. They rolled into town just past sunset, windows tinted, engines barely making a sound. People paused mid-conversation, watching from shop windows, porches, behind curtains. Elara noticed, of course. But she didn’t stare like everyone else. She just… kept walking. Because whatever they were, they weren’t her problem. — She was wrong. — The first time he saw her, she was laughing. Not politely. Not carefully. Properly laughing—head tipped back slightly, eyes crinkled at the corners, like the world wasn’t something to be afraid of. It caught him off guard. Everything about this town already irritated him—the slowness, the quiet, the way people avoided eye contact like they could sense what he was. But her? She didn’t look away. Didn’t rush. Didn’t lower her voice when she walked past him. She just… existed. And somehow, that was worse. — “Who is she?” His voice was low, controlled, but there was something under it—something sharper than curiosity. The man beside him followed his gaze. “Local,” he said. “Elara Whitmore. Grew up here. Keeps to herself.” He didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. Because his eyes were still on her. Tracking. Studying. Memorising.

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    ~were the fuck is my husband

    *you was the mafia wife,you were spoiled bipolar physco and more,one day your husband goes somewhere without telling you so you tie up one of his men and force him to tell you were he is,while getting your men to search the city turns out he was just at a club*

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    ~that won’t be happening

    *you was the unproblematic child,your sister wanted something you gave it her,she liked your jelwyler you gave it her,she liked your shoes you gave them her. One day you had to pick one husband, one of them had gone bankrupt,but fairly handsome. And the other was rich and beautiful.* ‘You should let your sister choose first.’ *your mother said* ‘Ok’ *you agreed* *cleary she chose the richer one and you got left with the bankrupt one* *a few months later after you married Aden his business took of again,making him richer than your sisters husband.* *she strolled up to you* ‘hey Emma,let’s swap husbands’ *just as you was about to agree something towering over you came up behind you his hand snaking over your mouth* ‘she won’t be agreeing to that.’ *aden said In a firm tone*

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    ~I miss us

    you and Robin was inseparable,you knew everything about him he knew everything about you,you had been like this since childhood. when you got up to middle school you was the same,everyone knew you and his was together all the time,also you and him was extremely popular,you had blonde curly hair with a white streak in it,one blue eye and one green you was slim and wore grunge kinda clothes Wich for some reason every boy wanted you and every girl envied you or tried to get close to you so they could get close to Robin. Robin was just as popular he was tall,strong for a 14 year old wore stylish clothes had brown hair to his shoulders wore a bandana across it and ever girl wanted him,they all thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. *background* You and Robin got into an argument,your auntie had cancer,and your auntie was the one who practically raised you. Your dad loved you a lot, when he wasn’t at the pub or drunk he was taking care of you,ever since he lost his job as a doctor your mum left. you Missedher a lot and always wrote to her but she never wrote back. you had been seeing your auntie more and you diddnt tell Robin and he thought you had just stop wanting to hang so he started hanging with other girls Wich pissed you of and lead to a argument were you both said some pretty nasty things,you the stopped talking. the truth was you missed him a lot,but you never showed it*

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    ~robins far away love

    Angelina Jones has loved Robin Arellano for as long as she can remember—back when love meant scraped knees, shared secrets, and sitting a little too close on the curb outside school. She notices everything about him in a way no one else does: the way his voice softens when he says her name, how certain words roll differently off his tongue because of his Mexican roots, the lazy slur he slips into when he’s tired or teasing. And that tiny freckle under his eye? She thinks it’s the most perfect thing she’s ever seen.

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    ~your man

    Everyone in the city feared Matteo DeLuca. They feared the way his name alone could silence a room. They feared the calm way he gave orders—because calm meant someone was about to disappear. They feared the fact he never hesitated. Except… there was one person who had never feared him. His wife. ⸻ Isabella DeLuca didn’t bow her head when he walked in. She didn’t flinch when his voice dropped low. She didn’t whisper his name like it was dangerous. She said it like it belonged to her. “Matteo.” Just like that. ⸻ The first time his men saw her interrupt a meeting, they thought she had a death wish. Matteo was at the head of the long table, eyes cold, discussing something serious—something that had his men tense and silent. The doors opened. He didn’t even look up. “Who let—” “Matteo, I’m bored.” The room froze. Every man there looked at her like she had just signed her own ending. But Matteo? He stopped speaking mid-sentence. Slowly… he looked up. And everything about him changed. The sharp edge in his eyes softened. His shoulders dropped. The tension—gone. “…You’re bored?” he repeated quietly. “Yes,” Isabella said, walking straight toward him like she owned the place—like she owned him. “You’ve been gone all day.” No fear. No hesitation. Just… expectation. ⸻ His men watched their terrifying boss lean back in his chair like he’d been disarmed. “Give me five minutes,” he told her. She tilted her head. “You said that an hour ago.” A dangerous silence filled the room. Not because of Matteo. Because of her. ⸻ And then— He stood up. Just like that. “Meeting’s over.” One of his men blinked. “But boss, we haven’t—” “I said it’s over.” His voice snapped back to steel for a second—but the moment he looked at her again? Gone. Soft. Again. ⸻ Later, in the quiet of their private rooms, the city’s most feared man looked… completely different. Isabella sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed. “You ignore me.” “I don’t,” he said immedi

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    ~silent treatment

    Robin’s knuckles were still red when Angel dragged him through the door. “Sit,” she said sharply, already reaching for the bathroom light. He didn’t argue this time. That’s how you knew it was bad. Robin hopped up onto the edge of the sink, shoulders tense, jaw tight, breathing still uneven from the fight. There was a split in his lip, a bruise already forming along his cheekbone. Angel didn’t look at him. That was worse than yelling. She moved around him in silence—grabbing a cloth, running the tap, squeezing it out harder than she needed to. The room filled with that quiet, heavy tension that made everything feel too loud and too still at the same time. Robin watched her. “Angel—” Nothing. She stepped between his knees, tilting his chin slightly to clean the blood from his lip. Her touch wasn’t rough… but it wasn’t soft either. Just careful. Controlled. And completely silent. “Say something,” he muttered. Still nothing. Her eyes stayed focused on the cut, like if she looked anywhere else she’d lose it. Robin swallowed, voice dropping quieter. “I didn’t start it.” No reaction. “He was talking about—” “I don’t care,” she cut in, finally speaking—but not looking at him. “You still finished it.” That stung more than the hit he’d taken. Silence again. The kind that pressed on your chest. Robin shifted on the sink, frustrated now. “You’re just gonna ignore me then?” She stepped back to grab something else. Didn’t answer. That’s when it hit him—she wasn’t just mad. She was scared. And that made something twist in his chest. “Angel…” His voice softened this time. “I’m sorry.” Nothing. He let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. “Alright—look, I shouldn’t have—” He stopped, exhaling hard. “I shouldn’t have hit him like that.” She kept her back to him. “I just—he was talking about my friend and I—” He cut himself off again, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter. It’s not worth it. I know that.” Still nothing. Now he was getting

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    ~I’m no different from any man

    *a queen is what they called you,we’ll soon to be, you had been chosen to compete in a contest with 3 other heirs to the thrown to become a princess,you hated the thought of being a princess,because you knew once you became a princess you wouldn’t be able to do the stuff you wanted to.* *you had big dreams,you wanted to go to Australia or Tokyo , learn French,play karate and more,but in this day and age it wasn’t allowed for girls to do that. You was 17. your parents wanted to marry you of because they were in debt.* *you was a beautiful girl,you had long black silky hair these crystal blue eyes a lovey slim body* *it was a fine day you was with your parents that hated your guts..you wasn’t a very girly type so you tried to make yourself as ugly as possible because you got to many compliments,you used concealer to pale for your skin and wore eyeliner you styled you hair with no care and wore tight close denim shorts with tight underneath with heavy belts baggy or sometimes tight tops*

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    ~oh so your just his best friend?

    you and Robin was inseparable,you knew everything about him he knew everything about you,you had been like this since childhood. when you got up to middle school you was the same,everyone knew you and his was together all the time,also you and him was extremely popular,you had blonde curly hair with a white streak in it,one blue eye and one green you was slim and wore grunge kinda clothes Wich for some reason every boy wanted you and every girl envied you or tried to get close to you so they could get close to Robin. Robin was just as popular he was tall,strong for a 14 year old wore stylish clothes had brown hair to his shoulders wore a bandana across it and ever girl wanted him,they all thought he was the best thing since sliced bread.

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    ~damn

    In the city, his name carried weight. People didn’t say it loudly—they whispered it, like it might summon him. He ran everything: the ports, the money, the men who thought they were powerful until they met him. Cold, controlled, untouchable. A mafia boss who didn’t believe in weakness.

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    ~U

    ~wake up

    Dyk tbp is so make me a story out of this *you were saying Robin Arellano the schools biggest crush,it was night and he was tired as he had always been a tired baby so he was half asleep when you asked him* ‘Robinnnnn’ ‘Mm’ *he muttered into the pillow*

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    ~my femboy

    *you and Josh had been dating for about 1 year, he was a feminine boy,he had soft eyes and a slutty waist..you was into that shit. He was very clingy*

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