Anya Forger Cry Novels & Stories

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to Because after all, I foolishly love you -Gabbie Sanchez 🔸🔸🔸

It was a look that was so terrifying that she immediately corrected herself. “Ah, I suppose it’s not possible.” Cleo seemed upset by how much she was pandering to his mood. Just when it looked like he was going to manufacture a punishment, she produced a get-out-of-jail-for-free card. It was a plane ticket bound for Vinland. Cleo's anger deflated in an instant and was replaced with general confusion. “What is the meaning of this?” Though she was afraid to meet Cleo’s eyes, she proceeded with the explanation she had recited many times over.

My finger shook as I scrolled down, reading the endless comments questions, accusations, conspiracy theories. But I couldn’t even recognize myself in the photos, not truly. I couldn’t remember who I was, only who Ethan said I was. His fiancée. His love. And then there was Hope, the little girl whose face was so familiar and yet… so unfamiliar. I knew her. She was mine. But the memories, they were gone, stolen by the amnesia that blanketed my past. I felt her love, her trust, but I couldn’t remember the day she was born, couldn’t remember holding her in my arms for the first time.

… Most underground casinos were run by the mafia, and they were capable of anything cruel. Jean received a package soon after. She opened the box, only to find a severed hand. The back of the hand carried Tanner’s distinctive crescent-shaped birthmark. Jean’s breath was caught in her throat. With her eyes rolling back, she passed out. She woke up in the hospital. Jean grabbed Helen’s hand and begged in tears for her to save Tanner. “Tanner’s arm is chopped off. He must be hurting. Please save him, Helen. He’s my only child now. I can’t lose him.

Dirty thoughts - Chloe adams All eyes on us - Jon Langston Slayer - Bryce savage Bad choices - kode COFFIN - plvtinum Mama did raise no - Aston Seven - Natalie Jane Villain era - Bryce savage I wouldn’t love me - Sam short When you say my name - chandler leighton I miss the misery - halestorm Cold - crossfade Up to no good - warren zeiders Angel with a shotgun - the cab Character blerbs Female main character Name: “Iris” Rose Hathaway Nicknames: Little one, honey badger Age: 22 Birthday: December 15 Zodiac sign: Sagittarius Nationality: Irish Race: Half witch, Half siren Hair color: Cherry Red Hair style: long and wavy typically worn down with small braids Eye color: Honey brown Birth marks:

"Wonderful. I was almost moved for a second. I didn't expect you to be this kind of man. I will never forgive you. Just wait." I hummed softly. "You pushed me toward someone else with your own hands. Remember that. Do not regret it. Because I will never forgive what you did either." After hanging up, I asked Nora to release a simple statement. It only said that Mira Lane and I were negotiating a divorce. No explanations.

“I don’t want to be normal anymore. I don’t want freedom. I just want to be your cumrag, Daddy.” Damien’s eyes darkened with pure possession. He slammed into her harder. “Say that again.” “I want to be your permanent cumrag!” she cried louder, voice cracking. Fresh tears spilled as another orgasm ripped through her. “Breed me every day. Keep me pregnant. Use all my holes whenever you want fuck my throat until I pass out, stretch my asshole, fill my womb until I’m leaking for days. I’m addicted… I’m broken… I only feel alive when you destroy me like this!”

“Your brother is an excellent forger when motivated.” “Why would he do that?” “Because I asked you something the night before you disappeared.” Elio lowers his voice. “Do you remember what it was?” The memory slams into me so hard I nearly trip on my stilettos. Moonlight on white sheets. Elio’s voice, uncharacteristically vulnerable: “Come away with me. Leave everything behind.” And my answer: “Yes.” “I remember,” I whisper. My throat is suddenly parched. “I meant that, you know. Every word”

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

The reason fell slightly short of covering what it needed to cover, as reasons for that particular act tended to do. Aria listened to every word. Inside, she held the full inventory: the real friendship before, genuine. Then the morning of her birthday, and Lyra at the edge of the gathering, and the exact quality of the looking-away: not contempt. Fear. Lyra had been afraid and chosen herself, and the choosing had cost Aria everything available at eighteen. She did not speak. Not as punishment. Because she did not yet know the true thing to say, and she had learned not to offer a performed version of truth to relieve the pressure of a silence.