In 18 days

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Summary

It mostly never sounds real, but two different souls with opposite personalities could collide and make a change for themselves. One is trying to survive while the other isn't scared to die. To one, the world is pretty messed up and there is no point in being good. While to the other, being good should have no limit. For seed, dying is nothing, living is hell and being good is no fun. What's being fun is seeing the tears on people's faces, the drama caused after a heart break, death and grievance, cigarette and lighters and some weird basic 1000 ways to die. In a world where the living is no longer living and the dead are with lots of regrets, what more could a living dead hope for? But maybe as she lived her last 18 days there did be a lot to hope for. Colliding with Tomorrow isn't a coincidence after all.

Genre
Mystery
Author
_Moffie_
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
4
Rating
5.0 2 reviews
Age Rating
18+

Prologue 🥂

𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎.

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NOTE: THIS NOVEL IS BEST READ WITH A DARK MODE DUE TO IT’S GRAPHICS.

Prologue🥂

SEED.

In the depths of my existence, I’ve come to realize that life is a cruel mockery, a fleeting delicate awareness of self lost and discovery.

In between the void, the unknown, and the possibility of non-existence, I recall the day my fate was sealed, the day the words ‘Antisocial Personality Disorder’ were etched into my medical records like a death sentence.

The doctor’s voice, a distant echo, spoke of ‘impulsivity,’ ‘manipulation,’ and ‘a lack of empathy.’ But I knew the truth – I was a ticking time bomb, a vessel for the darkness that lurked within.

And as I gazed into the broken mirror, a fractured soul stared back, yearning to mend, seeking redemption beyod the broken pieces.

My eyes pleaded to be freed from the prison of my own skin, a glowing skin under the sunlight but as pale as the moon.

Perhaps I’m damaged beyond repair.

And yet, I am the embodiment of evil, a scary dream jolted awake from.

My inner demon stirs, rentless whisper growing louder, urging me to unleash the chaos within.

I am Seed, as vile as evil.

And this is my story.

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