Emotional Damage
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The Black Rose by JenniferBrian8
JenniferBrian8
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If you're reading this, it probably means I've died, or gone completely mental and unceremoniously waged war against the shadows that created me. Whatever the reason, I hope you keep reading. I hope my words resonate as truth, that my story, no matter how insane it sounds, exposes the darkest corners of our world. I did all of these things, I killed all of those people, partly because I wanted to, and partly because I felt as if I had no choice. I am no saint. I know what my file says about me, that I'm a narcissistic, highly manipulative sociopath, a genius, incapable of love or empathy, incapable of following the rules, a villain, menace, a monster. While I wish I could say this was all false, it isn't. My name was Danielle Renee Watson. I was born on July 14th 1993 in the small southern town of Kinston, NC. I was raised by my parents Richard and Angela Watson. On May 23rd, 2015, I died in a fatal car crash, my body burned beyond recognition. On that same day, I became Rose Forrester, a genetically modified, highly elusive assassin, created by The Shadow operation. This is my story.
Paused Emotions  by sadgirlours
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"𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 π’šπ’π’–π’“π’” 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’šπ’π’– 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 π’Žπ’Šπ’π’†, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 π’ƒπ’†π’π’π’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒐 π’‚π’π’šπ’π’π’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’π’†π’Šπ’•π’‰π’†π’“ 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 π’šπ’π’–." π‘»π’‰π’†π’š π’‚π’π’Žπ’π’”π’• 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 π’Šπ’ 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, π’–π’π’•π’Šπ’ π’•π’‰π’†π’š π’…π’Šπ’…π’'𝒕. 𝑼𝑡𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑫𝑰𝑺π‘ͺ𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹: 𝑰𝒇 π’šπ’π’– 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 π’”π’•π’π’“π’Šπ’†π’” π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰π’π’–π’• 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, π’•π’‰π’Šπ’” π’Šπ’”π’'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’ƒπ’π’π’Œ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 π’šπ’π’–.
Lovely Fellow | 18+ βœ“ by TheSolSoldier_
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**NOW PUBLISHED** GrumpyXSunshine "let kindness spread like a wildfire." Opal Clemens is a bubbly outgoing girl with a big heart. She loves to make people happy and has a positive outlook on life. Her constant goals are to make the people around her feel joyous and loved. Koa Whiley; Broken, Flawed, and Unworthy. He's the boy misunderstood by the world. His body is covered in scars that tell the saddest stories. With tear stained cheeks and blind eyes, he always saw the world raging like an untamable wildfire. Just a hopeless boy. So Opal saw a boy in need of a friend. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Β© 2022 ‼️Mature Content‼️ ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING READ AT YOUR OWN RISK⚠️ Being Misunderstood Series. Lovely Fellow The Lost Art Of Drowning Golden Boy Fault Line Like Honey
White Lies (Book 1) by help-me-think-of-one
help-me-think-of-one
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Jesabel is a liar. When her only friend mysteriously disappears, she does what comes naturally. She keeps her truth from the world. Without warning, she is thrown into a web of lies far more dangerous and lethal than anything she could imagine. With an annoyingly charming boy by her side, can she unravel what she refuses to tell - the truth? WHITE LIES HAS BEEN REVISED, EDITED AND REWORKED! Happy late new year, friends! I'd like to take this opportunity to announce that White Lies, a story that has been up and running on Wattpad since 2011, has been re-written and revised for the coming decade. What does this mean? This entails the same characters you know and love, with better flow, better writing, more nuanced character development, more mature content, and entirely different plot lines. Jesabel's character has changed drastically since I last introduced her to the world (nearly NINE years ago! yikes!), and I wanted to make this story a more nuanced and modern take. When I had written White Lies, I had been just 14 years old. And I've done a ton of growing, learning, and unlearning over the years. This means that my characters have grown and developed with me. If you are an old friend and re-reader - welcome, and please enjoy the same old story you love with a brand new take! If you have started along this White Lies journey beginning in December and all throughout January, you might have read a half-edited and half-original version of the story. So please feel free to re-read at your leisure! I won't bite, I promise.