Author: ivyfox
They thought they could get away with it, but they are sorely mistaken. They have been judged. They have been sentenced. All that remains is their execution. No one goes unpunished. We’ll make sure of it. We are The Society and all who dare cross us will find their miserable end by our hand. Don’t be fooled. This is not their story. It’s ours. Finn As long as I can remember, I’ve played by … story. It’s ours. Finn As long as I can remember, I’ve played by the rules. On and off the football field, I’ve done everything that…
Envy.Such an ugly sin.Yet, here I am guilty of it.See, I envy you.You who wake up in the morning not knowing what your future will entail. A blessed uncertainty filled with hope and mystery, with the potential to make it whatever you aspire it to be.Must be nice — to open your eyes and dream of such a promising existence.I have no such hopeful misguided notions.My fate has been written down on … of such a promising existence.I have no such hopeful misguided notions.My fate has been written down on crumpled paper, made smooth and immaculate by bloody tainted hands…
They’ve messed with the wrong girl.I gave away my heart only to have it broken.I relinquished my soul, and it was mercilessly ripped to shreds.All that is left is my faith that somehow I’ll be able to make things right.I’ll fight tooth and nail to restore our love and bring us back our freedom.I’ll make sure every secret is revealed. Every hidden lie uncovered.I won’t allow the tyranny and … Every hidden lie uncovered.I won’t allow the tyranny and manipulation over our lives to continue.The madness ends here.I just pray it’s not too late to save us all.Faithless is the…
Nothing is ever as it seems.In a world where lies and deceit rule, my carefully hidden secrets weren’t an exception.The privileged hide behind masks that only elitism and power can provide.Yet, I’m still learning just how vile and ruthless you need to become to play their twisted game.In my naiveté, I thought my heart would always be safe in their hands.But I was wrong.So very wrong.And now I … in their hands.But I was wrong.So very wrong.And now I have to live with the tangled mess my actions have created.There are no winners in the war of treachery and hate.…
I had their love once.They saw me for the girl I am and the person I yearn to become one day—a woman who thrives in her freedom and dances away in her rightfully earned independence.They saw all the strong, unafraid parts of me, and coaxed each one of them out, daring me to dream bigger, climb higher.They never once saw the girl I had been groomed to see in the mirror.The abandoned daughter of a … to see in the mirror.The abandoned daughter of a dead man.The unwanted child of a woman who despised her.The broken body formed wrong and…
PrideA sin every made man is born into.With a branding iron, our souls are scorched into believing there is no greater virtue than our syndicate pride—we kill and bleed to keep its honor.Yet, some might say pride comes before destruction—a haughty spirit before a fall.I say there are far more devastating ways to push someone into the fiery pits of hell. A lover’s betrayal cuts more deeply than … pits of hell. A lover’s betrayal cuts more deeply than any wound a knife can inflict. When she left, we were nothing but boys; little less than your everyday thugs.Too naive…
Envy.Such an ugly sin.Yet, here I am guilty of it.See, I envy you.You who wake up in the morning not knowing what your future will entail. A blessed uncertainty filled with hope and mystery, with the potential to make it whatever you aspire it to be.Must be nice — to open your eyes and dream of such a promising existence.I have no such hopeful misguided notions.My fate has been written down on … and dream of such a promising existence.I have no such hopeful misguided notions.My fate has been written down on crumpled paper, made smooth and immaculate by bloody…
“Even shattered wings hold heavenly beauty.”I don’t know who I am.I don’t even remember what my name is.I was lost, confused and broken the day I met them.My Angels.To the world, they’re nothing but leather wearing, foul-mouthed bikers, but to me, they are my saviors. The light at the end of a very dark tunnel.However, as my memory starts to come back to me in pieces, I fear the darkness ahead. … me in pieces, I fear the darkness ahead. Maybe the reason why I can’t recollect anything is because I don’t want to. Life is sweet in heaven.But hell…