BabyBraggin

Guilt, like a relentless tempest, spread through him like cancer, casting shadows of remorse across the tapestry of his existence. A predestined path with paternal connections that promised power, wealth, and a life defined by loyalty to the family- a term that extended far beyond blood ties and honour. Ash knew that the echoes of his decision would reverberate through the alleys and hidden corners of the city. That the inevitable confrontation between the ghosts of his past, and the uncertain future he sought to carve for himself, were going to collapse under their own weight. WARNING- Mature content 18+…

BabyBraggin

"It's a fickle thing really. When you get down to the nitty gritty parts of life and what shapes your world, you begin to comprehend what went right, what went wrong, and what has yet to be. I can admit my failings, I can admit my triumphs, and I can admit who I could have been and who I actually turned into. I sometimes sit and think of the past. I try to remember the exact moment I accepted that my life was going to be just as shit and mundane as what everyone predicted it would be. I try to remember the catalyst of giving up and settling." A story of redemption, sacrifice, and pain. Can Ash prove the world wrong? WARNING. This book has an extremely mature theme. It will contain several sensitive topics, which may be triggers for some people; also divulging in graphic sexual content, graphic violence, alcohol and drug use.…

BabyBraggin

Define war. Define it in all of its complexity. It holds the power to obliterate reality and spit out nothing but skeletal structures. It creates monsters, only to destroy them in the next breath. It tears people apart, souls apart, families apart. Its flight or fight. It's kill or be killed. Yet the manifested pain isn't simple or explainable. It's physical, emotional, and mental. It destroys your very core, taking a piece of your humanity with it. It's unforgivable. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that can never be rid of. It will haunt you forever. The blood. The screaming. The agony. But when does it end? Is it when the last person dies at the hands of another? Is it the first smile breaking through amongst the sea of tears? Is it when a morsel of relief settles in your heart? Or, in reality, is the prospect of a climax just an optimistic dream? Is hope just an illusion we hold onto as to not drive us to complete madness? Can we not stomach the thought of this agony to outlive us? Ash Ketchum started to believe it may never end.…