𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶 𝓜𝓮
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  • Reads 172,853
  • Votes 6,149
  • Parts 40
  • Time 30h 5m
Ongoing, First published Mar 09, 2024
5 new parts
Jett has never been in love-not because she doesn't want to be, but because she's never let herself get close enough. She's tough, guarded, and more comfortable standing on the sidelines than risking heartbreak. Then there's Atlas-charming, reckless, and completely uninterested in anything serious. He's the kind of guy who walks away before anyone can leave him first.

They shouldn't work. He doesn't do commitment, and she doesn't know how to take a chance. But somewhere between the late-night arguments, the stolen glances, and the moments where the world quiets around them, something shifts. Jett is terrified to let someone in, and Atlas is terrified to stay.

Loving him is a risk. Loving her is a challenge. And when the truth finally comes out, they'll have to decide if what they have is worth fighting for-or if they were doomed from the start.
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Five students of the same university. Each yearn for success, and would be spat on if they were to lose their spark. No matter how much they deny, everyone sheds a tear of agony as they grieve for their lost youth, for their lost happiness, that can never even attempt to be revived. Perfection. A word that was the first to be introduced to the children. Without it, you'd be nothing. You have to be unique. You have to be extraordinary. There's no such thing as 'failure' written in anyone's fate, if it is, then make it one's responsibility to change your fate. But is it easy, to be so perfect? To be the children of the most successful people in all of England? Is it so satisfying to have your destiny written by your parents? To have no control over your own life? Since they were born, their whole life had been laid out infront of them. Every possible thing. For their whole lives, they had been puppets in their respective family's games. Every independent act, even the smallest one, felt like walking on glass. But what if their life suddenly took a new turn? What if a tragedy were to happen? What if one of the heirs were to be murdered brutally, leaving everyone traumatised? Could the heirs, who had never been independent in their choices, solve a murder case not even the most powerful forces could solve? Everyone holds a secret. One secret slipped, is one life taken. Let the deepest darkest secrets unfold. Once the tears of anger, replace the tears of fear, blood shall be shed. The fearful Heirs' Curse, shall prove itself. One more time. Let the helplessness be overcome, and let the agony take its place. The eyes that once shed the tears of grief, are now to be the same eyes witnessing the most inhumane acts of the human race. Here, Opposing isn't courage, to oppose the puppeteers is. THE HEIRS' CURSE. By Karen.
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The Heirs' Curse

7 parts Ongoing

Five students of the same university. Each yearn for success, and would be spat on if they were to lose their spark. No matter how much they deny, everyone sheds a tear of agony as they grieve for their lost youth, for their lost happiness, that can never even attempt to be revived. Perfection. A word that was the first to be introduced to the children. Without it, you'd be nothing. You have to be unique. You have to be extraordinary. There's no such thing as 'failure' written in anyone's fate, if it is, then make it one's responsibility to change your fate. But is it easy, to be so perfect? To be the children of the most successful people in all of England? Is it so satisfying to have your destiny written by your parents? To have no control over your own life? Since they were born, their whole life had been laid out infront of them. Every possible thing. For their whole lives, they had been puppets in their respective family's games. Every independent act, even the smallest one, felt like walking on glass. But what if their life suddenly took a new turn? What if a tragedy were to happen? What if one of the heirs were to be murdered brutally, leaving everyone traumatised? Could the heirs, who had never been independent in their choices, solve a murder case not even the most powerful forces could solve? Everyone holds a secret. One secret slipped, is one life taken. Let the deepest darkest secrets unfold. Once the tears of anger, replace the tears of fear, blood shall be shed. The fearful Heirs' Curse, shall prove itself. One more time. Let the helplessness be overcome, and let the agony take its place. The eyes that once shed the tears of grief, are now to be the same eyes witnessing the most inhumane acts of the human race. Here, Opposing isn't courage, to oppose the puppeteers is. THE HEIRS' CURSE. By Karen.