Embody Me
A series of emotional poems that aim to make your soul feel something.
“What are the other songs?” “Huh?” “The other songs, that changed your life.”
Art is whatever we want it to be. It's definition malleable as it passes through person to person. The same can be said about aesthetics. As human beings, we are all different and find beauty in many things and what we define as beautiful differs from person to person, young and old, meek and bold. Art is equal to be...
Harry Styles isn't my father, he's my stepfather. Well ex-stepfather. My mother married him when I was 18, she was 36 and he was 20. Totally gross right? Little did I know that she was already knocked up when they got married. They were a happy little family while I was living with my ACTUAL father and going to colle...
In which a quiet girl trying to get through her last year of high school by avoiding all conflict in her school and sitting in the back. She didn't expect a new math teacher who also became her new volleyball coach which made her plans to have a chill last year into chaos. #1 in Fanfiction
"There is a little bit of devil in her angel eyes." [Book 1] // © 2014 Qveendom. All Rights Reserved. || Editor: @lola7909 || Highest Rank #1 in fanfiction
"Say my name," Harry said, his hands groping my butt and pushing me against the wall. "Say it." "H-Harry." I whined, and he abruptly pushed his pelvis against me, pinning me to the wall and pulling his head back to look at me. "That's not my name." He growled. His eyes were full of lust and his breathing was heavy on...
"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!
Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-kno...
❝ You smoke Marlboro Lights?❞ he asked her, She nodded. ❝It's food for anorexics like me ❞ #408 in Short Story - 3/31/15
If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending...
i feel like people are leaving me and i don't know why. → hr : 2PO © 2017 freyyyaa NOTE_2020: previously had an "alllivesmatter" tag on this book. it was added when this story was first started in 2017 to share my belief that all lives matter, regardless of gender, orientation, race, ethnicity, ability, etc. that t...
❝You invaded my heart like a storm in the sea, But you left me with waves and broke the barriers in me, I looked for you till blindness overwhelmed my eyes, Did you not care about turning - replying to my cries...❞ [ A Wattpad Featured Story Highest ranking - #3 in poetry ] ❝Al...