Mentally-Insane

My mother died keeping my secret.Dualborn - fire and water in the same body.A blessing she swore was beautiful.A truth the Empire would kill me for.So I hide who I am.I bend only fire, unless I'm alone.I keep my head down while political eyes watch every breath I take.Survival is simple:don't draw attention,don't slip,don't want anything you can't have.But wanting is the one thing I'm terrible at controlling.Especially when he enters my life - all ember eyes and impossible warmth, a man who should be my enemy, who should never look at me the way he does.I can't let him see what I am.I can't let anyone see.Because if they do, I lose everything.I just never expected love to be the most dangerous secret of all.…

Mentally-Insane

One reckless dare. One faceless man. One night that ruined my quiet little life forever.I wore it as a joke.A reckless gift from my best friend - daring me to live a little.A custom piece of merch no fan should ever actually wear.But the second I did, the second I showed him... he found me.The Priest.The faceless god of the techno world. Taller, darker, more dangerous than anyone should be.I thought it would end with one night.Instead, it began with a deal. His bed. His rules. His hands on me every night before he closed his eyes.Now I'm touring the world at his side, and he's made one thing very clear:I'm not a fling.I'm not a fan.I'm his.And the more I fight it, the more I realize resisting him isn't an option.Because the Priest doesn't ask.The Priest claims.…

Mentally-Insane

They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate.But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back.It felt like blood. Mine.For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more.But monsters never forget a scent.And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken.I stabbed him.I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed.It didn't matter.Because he still bit me.And the world saw.Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing.I wasn't made to be claimed.I was made to survive.And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots.Because I am not the flower.I'm the fire beneath it.Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace…

Mentally-Insane

This was a short story I wrote for English which I might adapt into a book if people like it, but I'll most likely do it anyway.Trapped in a cellar by a mad man Jane tries holding on to the last shred of sanity. All she knows is fear, fear of when he might visit her and the fear of what he might do. Hope is almost all gone, the only thing Jane can do is pray that her body and mind is as strong as her thirst for survival.…

Mentally-Insane

You don't realise what you have until it's taken. One moment I'm sitting in a car singing with my Partner and the next I'm a sobbing mess as strange people glare down at me in wonderment. Isa and her boyfriend Luke are going from state to state sight seeing. While driving they take the wrong turn by accident becoming lost. Coming upon a small collection of houses far too small to be a village, they ask for directions. Later on regretting ever stepping foot out of their car, will they be able to go back home or is there going to be a struggle for them with grasping the reason they're being kept there or are they going to die trying to leave? Can they stay sane or pure as they are surrounded by a sinister belief that goes against everything you're taught as a child? © All rights reserved©…

Mentally-Insane

(Currently being rewritten under a new name The Claimed) Everything changed when they came out of hiding, terror spread across the world as people began to question if our presidents and our global leaders lied to us and weren't from the same race. The Beasts blended in amongst us as if we were the same, except humans didn't have the same predatory instincts and we couldn't change our forms like they could. Soon after we learnt that we weren't the only species people began going missing. Some were unlucky and taken as something that the Beasts called a Mate that one word made fear spread throughout my veins, I would rather sell my soul than have one of them mutts chain me to them. Six months went by before the government, that was un-tainted by this vile race began to take action into their own hands contacting other countries and militaries causing the great war to happen, sending both my parents off to fight for our rights. Only one of them came back, two months was the longest we lasted before we were overpowered by them. Six years of living in this dysfunctional environment and my hatred had never dwindled. Some people still believed in god and had faith in him, I didn't know what I believed in but I prayed like everyone else that I would get through another day without hearing the soul crushing word 'Mate'.DARK THEMES THROUGHOUT. UNEDITED© All rights reserved©#1 in hunt 19/06/2019#1 in human 19/06/2019#1 in sanity 19/012019#3 in mate 19/06/2019#4 in mates 19/06/2019#5 in hunted 19/06/2019#1 Post-apocalyptic 30/8/19#8 in dystopian 7/10/19#4 in Escape 24/10/19…

Mentally-Insane

Stealing a glance at Everett a sly smile ghosted itself aross my lips, in two weeks I'd be able to call him my husband. Looking down at our interlocked hands I was in a love sick daze seeing my engament ring that was glittering in the raining drops of light coming from the hanging chandelier. "Wilona when exactly are the dates planned for your wedding?" Everetts father Michael questioned sipping on his wine glass. "Well we were planning on having it this weekend but because we're celebrating the princes 20th birthday we pushed it back to next week!" I spoke in a shy voice my head slightly bent respectfully to the royal members. Queen Sandra nodded her head smiling a closed lip smile. "Speaking of marriage when are you getting married son?" King Boris questioned his son dicing up his meal.The young prince shrugged looking at my interlocked hands with my fiancé. "Soon father I have my eyes on someone " he declared, his deep voice rumbled a dark promise in his eyes.© All rights reserved©Amazing Cover by: Nksamrose check her profile out she's amazing at writting.…