Avenged 7 Fold So Far Away Novels & Stories

(Sound of Music alarm tuned in) ~Savage love~ did somebody~did somebody~break your heart~ lookin' like an angel~but your savage love~ when you kiss me I know you don't give two fucks~ but I still want that~ your savage love~~~ your savage lo-lo-love~~~ your savage... (alarm turned off). "Hey! Wake up, it's time for school." Sasha heard a disturbing voice yelling in her ears to which she slowly mumbled a "Nnoh" and continued stretching her legs. She was sprawling over the cozy mattress, feeling the temptation to sleep a little bit more after the alarm has gone off.

I looked into his eyes, they were dead, cold, but the words that made him broke the eye look, and whisper into my ears where more heartless and crushing, that it made me push him away from myself angrily "Stay the fuck away from me!" I spat out as I cried harder cause I couldn't control my emotions any longer, but he only wiped the part of his cloth that I had touched when I pushed him away, and looked back at my crying face "The next time you push me away again, I swear I would break all your damn fingers" He said in a low deadly tone, and it made more tears leave my eyes, cause he was fucking giving a murderer vibe, and how could a damn person be this heartless, and care about nothing else

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

"Mother's love is so powerful, it heals your soul"- Unknown. Cold. Where was I? My whole body hurt, my eyes weighted like two heavy stones. But still, I tried to open them. Slowly... Was that a hand that was on my forehead? Oh no! Did they find me? "......Will she be okay?....." Me? Okay? But who was concerned for me? My parents died when I was three and my foster parents tried to sell me off to some bad men. My foster siblings couldn't bear me except for my eldest foster brother.

Her chest squeezed tight with heartache, a reaction she should have grown used to the past week without Reece, but one that only seemed to get worse with each day that passed, with each breath, with each step. Amara hoped the distance of her move would help ease her misery. By Monday she would be gone… She would be only a memory to all who'd touched her life so briefly, yet so profoundly. An overwhelming sadness washed over her, and she immediately chastised herself for wallowing in grief. She was used to being on her own, and she wasn't a stranger to starting over… and over… and over again. Being raised in a multitude of foster homes had conditioned her to being resilient, and taught her no

“What’s the point of talking about this now? Whether in my past life or this one, I can never forgive you. The best outcome for us is to never see each other again.” I looked away and clung tighter to Marco’s arm. “Come on.” Marco glanced at me, then at the disheveled figure on the opposite side of the street. Not asking any questions, he gripped my hand tighter. “Alright. Let’s go home.” In the back, the shadow sank to his knees as scattered chamomile petals swirled across the ground in the wind. Still, not a single soul turned back.

Dammit, dude, of all the subdivisions in Arlington, Texas… You just had to pick that one… “Work and training. Keeps me busy.” “Oh,” Karli said, her smile faltering. “Okay, so, see you around, I guess?” she managed. “Yeah,” he replied curtly, and jogged away, with the hurt look on her face burning into his core. He could feel her troubled eyes watching him as he moved away from her and down the jogging trail, and he kicked up his speed almost to capacity to outrun her gaze. “I’m gonna propose, bro,” Evan had said. “Will you be my best man?”

I took a step back, putting distance between us. Edward looked dejected. Then, he made a request. "Can you at least let me hug you? I don't even know if she's still alive." Hearing this, I took a deep breath and shook my head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Miles. We're not that close. Aside from our first meeting, we're basically strangers. I don't want my husband to misunderstand us." His eyes dimmed instantly. Faced with my coldness, he could only stand there, looking helpless.

Tina took out her phone and connected to the projector. She tapped open a video, and the projector played the footage on the huge screens on both sides of the church. It was dashcam footage. The footage was a little shaky, but the content was clear. In the video, a black sedan suddenly accelerated at the alley entrance and slammed into a young man who was about to cross the street. That man was me five years ago. The face in the driver's seat, twisted with panic and violence, had been recorded clearly.

“Can’t you even put up with such a small thing as this for me? Listen, Amelia. We aren’t leaving this place today. We’ll stay until the party ends. Charlotte, treat her wound. “Whoever helps Amelia will be considered to be against the whole Rolling Stones.” His words sounded like a sentence. Charlotte grew triumphant. She lifted my injured arm as if it were a rag doll. “Don’t worry, Ethan. I’ve treated wounds like these many times before. First, we need to disinfect them.” She grabbed a glass of liquor and poured it straight onto my wound. The burning pain made my weak heart stop for a moment. My mind cleared a little. I spat up blood and managed to say with difficulty, “M-my father… Reece…