A melancholic prince wanders his palace. A humble servant obeys his every wish. When their paths cross, the universe is turned upside down. Only fate knows these two, star-crossed lovers destinies. (story is based in medieval times from 1449 - 1450) hi everyone! i am new to Wattpad and this is my first story! if you enjoy, please share this story. i am always looking to improve, so please feel free to leave constructive criticism. - cloud :)

George does the one thing he is not supposed to do: he crosses the Safe Border, knowing very well nobody has ever returned from leaving before. Did he have a choice though? No. It was the only way to find answers to his questions. He discovers a friend and ally in a stranger who saves his life, and with who he discovers the possibilities beyond friendship in the God forbidden outskirts of the city. He goes beyond the limits that he knows to survive, and to find the truth he has longed for. Trigger Warnings: - violence/blood/death - angst Chapters containing possible triggers will be marked as such at the top of the page. This story has no intent of forcing a fictional ship onto real life. Dream and George have expressed they are fine with shipping, and should they ever change their mind, I will gladly take this story down. This story is written with respect towards the content creators it's about, and I will always remain considerate of what I write. This story does not contain smut. #2 in dreamnotfound (20/11) #4 in gream (18/10) #26 in boy (16/12)

❝𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.❞ Book One of The Lost Souls Series ---------------------------- George isn't tempted by finding his soulmate. To him, it's just another ridiculous plot to get him killed. His life is hard enough, running from his hunter alone and inexperienced. You don't make many friends when you block everyone out. So when an outgoing dirty blonde gives him butterflies, George doesn't know what to do. There's something different about him: he's perfect. A little too perfect. But there's no truth here, there's only Perception. ---------------------------- Completed ✔️ No smut ✔️ Trigger warnings: Blood, violence, mentions of death, mild gore

in which dream would rather die a painful death by petals for his love, rather than pretend like it doesn't exist. and his love, george, has no idea. no smut | hanahaki | heavy topic of death

When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||

extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world Nola Addington never reached for attention, it was always a given. *I do not own any of Julia Quinn's work* •will include scenes from "Bridgerton", along with quotes *and scenes* from "The Viscount Who Loved Me"• TW: emotional trauma, childbirth, sexual scenes, sexual assault mentions started 1/13/21 finished 2/19/21