One Direction Self Harm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Especially when I think of all the things she might be doing with Reed. Or being worried about her general wellbeing. I admit, I have to remind myself maybe there is a possibility this isn’t a romantic getaway. And he really did threaten her like Zeke and Kristina think. I'm finding it harder to believe. Maybe because I’ve seen them together and they look good. And that pisses me off. “Shit.” I cursed, staring at my bloody finger, which tracks to my face. I fucking cut myself with a razor like a teenager who just hit puberty. Or someone who shaved with a sword.

You're the cure, you're the pain You're the only thing I wanna touch" Note: THIS PART CONTAINS SCENES OF NUDITY AND SXX. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. IN OTHER WORDS, IF YOU'RE NOT OKAY WITH THIS, THEN DONT READ THE CHAPTER. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! ❌🚫‼️ ~×~×~×~ Tony's POV It's the fear, it's the anger, it's the pre hurt, it's fright of being a disappointment to everyone.

The rims of his eyes turned red, yet he remained stubborn to the very end, "Now, I have recognized you. In the previous life, I overruled all objections to marry you. Now, you can get divorce and I will marry you again." I lowered my eyes to look at the lotus in the pond, speaking slowly and clearly, "You treated me so poorly in the previous life. That night I was punished by kneeling, I was determined to tell you all the truth. But, it’s not important…If you still regarded me as your savior, you shouldn't have retaliated against me like that." Jaxson utterly shocked, he seemed to suddenly lose his footing, stumbling and grabbing onto a pillar in the pavilion for support, completely panicked

Clearly not… “Angel?” I gave his hand a squeeze before letting it go. Giving him one more glance I spun around, feeling like a robot as I made my way to the door. I didn’t move my head, not my hips, just my feet. My hand latched onto the door handle thought I couldn’t get myself to open the door. I was torn. Broken. Stupid. XXX Infinity – One Direction We end up at a club. And I end up drunk quicker than I would have liked. I blame this on cell phones. Every time my friend’s phone went off I got the urge to down a shot. And that I did. Over and over and over again.

~Trigger Warning: This story is rated 18+. This chapter contains descriptions of self-harming behaviors such as suicide, self-inflicted injuries, alcohol and drug abuse, which may be triggering for readers with lived experiences.~ “That’s excellent. Can you do it with your left hand as well?” I focused on my left side, but there was no such luck. My brow furrowed, and I tried focusing harder. Nothing worked as I tried to channel the feeling of moving my muscles and forcing them to bend to my will.

I growled venomously. I didn’t stop; I broke into a run and I was gone. No one could catch me, not unless I wanted them to. With every heartbeat, every second that went by, I couldn't take the picture of Kiara out of my head. Her hair half-covering her face, her arm around Rayhan’s waist. His head resting on top of hers… The marks that had littered her neck… (TRIGGERING CONTENT – SLIGHT DISTRESSING SELF HARM AHEAD – PLEASE SKIP TO THE END OF THE CHAPTER IF THIS CAN AFFECT YOU)

The thought of him allowing me suck on it made me hotter. I never knew I had such a dark side to me. God knows I should feel ashamed but instead I felt horny. I imagined my hands tracing the ink on his skin. I slapped myself across the cheek to bring back my senses. “I am so fucking stupid,” I whispered hoarsely into the silence. I had crossed a line. Somewhere in this mess of barbs and tension and almost-moments, I had stepped over into something that didn’t make sense. And now there was no way back.

He’s standing there naked, biting his lip like this is some fantasy come to life, jerking himself off while he talks about me putting my mouth on him. Please no, please don’t say that, don’t think that, don’t put that picture in my head, don’t you dare, Darren, don’t you dare twist me into this nightmare. “And I know you might be wondering,” he went on, his smirk widening, his eyes locking on mine like he could hear the chaos spilling through my brain, “why it’s not still bleeding after you ripped it off.” My heart stopped. I froze so hard. Yeah that’s true. I had clawed it off, I had torn it from him, I had ripped him open and yet here he was, standing over me, stroking himself, hard as sto

No one wants to feel insecure... No one wants to be left all alone with the wild non stopping voices inside the head ready to eat you alive Tears, insanity, Bloodshed, still no matter how awful those are, the most dangerous game of them all is love.. "SOMEONE MUST ALWAYS GET HURT!" .... Broken vases, scattered bed, burnt candle lights and burning heart. Warning: Self harm, Lunacy. LILITH FOX P.O.V .... "Even...even.. though I don't know what's in your mind, still you...you can't do this to me Xavier Steel"....

I will tear my heart off, then break my spin and if that didn’t work, I will slit my throat. Anything to end this torture. If this continued, I will harm my mate. I can hear his voice getting closer and his scent is so near. I …..I can’t let him see me like this. A monster. He will treat me like the others, he will throw me away. I just… I just can’t. “Open your fucking eyes, Tamara. Stop hurting yourself.” Savage said when arms wrapped around me and I thrashed around and clawed at whoever was trying to stop me. No, I need to do this.