Nunca había sido una persona que se quedara fija en un sitio, mi vida era un completo caso y a donde quiera que iba tenía que acabar huyendo. Jamás imaginé que me secuestrarían y que la persona que lo hiciera, fuera en parte, mi mejor amiga. ¿Por qué hacerlo? ¿Que gana con eso? En mi mente solo se reproduce su ultima frase: “Lo único que puedes hacer para sobrevivir, es obedecer” ¿Obedecer a quien? ¿Y por qué?

"AAAHHHHH! He had no face! He had no face!..." "She's insane" "He had no face!" "Send her to an institution" "NO, NO!..." GROẞ HE WILL BE SEEKING... Release: 5/20/23 (Should be ok for younger audiences but there are jumpscares and faceless people, like skin covering the face not blood or gore) New Episode of Kircus Kreeps TOMORROW, I changed my plans of it being every Monday to every two days.

Also, there was Rosemarys older brother Nicholas, his wife, Piper, and their son, Todd. Last, but not least, Grandpa Winters, Theodore, lived also in their home ever since Grandma Winters, Bethany, passed away 2 years ago. This family was not only wealthy, but also very secretive and most would say, viciously evil.

Hello Guys Again, I have just written a brand new story 👍👍👍 BOZO. So, it's about a mystery of a serial killer, Bozo the Clown (this is a fictitious killer, although it's the name of a real clown because I couldn't find a better name). Anyway, I hope it's hard to guess who it is. P.S. - If you ever wanted to help me with a new story idea or if you ever need help just ask. Sincerely, Trel

Nos casamos porque sentimos la necesidad de estar juntos todo el tiempo, nos amamos tanto pero la maldición de los siete años, nos cayó. Justo ahora veo como besas a tu amante, veo como lo acaricias justo como me lo hiciste a mi está mañana ¿Que hice mal? Pero no hay problema, resolveré esto rompiendo la carne de tu amante y llenandome de su color carmesí que sale a chorros de su cuerpo. Ahora sí, solo somos tu y yo, esos golpes en tu cuerpo tan solo dicen que tienes dueño.

En este mundo tan complicado... ...lo que hacemos no es "vivir", sino "soportar" -han jisung

~ Somewhere on the hill, I was alive. Somewhere in the yellow house with the crooked door, I did survive. Somewhere on the walls are my crayon drawings, hidden behind a shelf. Somewhere in the halls, I was twelve. I was nine. I was four. And somewhere in that very house my tears did pour. I was two, I was one, I didn't realize what my parents had become. I was non-existent, when my parents were persistent, they wanted a house. A yellow one. And raise two kids loved by everyone But themselves. ~

"Minho é um paciente terminal. Ainda que, por um milagre d medicina, seu tumor tenha encolhido bastante - o que lhe dá a promessa de alguns anos de vida -, o último capítulo da sua história foi escrito no momento do diagnóstico. Mas em todo bom enredo há uma reviravolta, e a de Minho se chama Christopher Bang, um garoto bonito que certo dia apareceu no Grupo de Apoio a Crianças com Câncer. Juntos, dos dois vão preencher o pequeno infinito das páginas em branco de suas vidas."