Brooklyn cant sleep. Her boyfriend, Lucca died only one year ago, and now her friend Gabe has died of an overdose. Every time she closes her eyes, Gabe's ghost is there waiting for her. She has no idea what he wants, or why it isn't Lucca visiting her dreams.

"My beautiful Puppet Boy and my beautiful Puppet Girl." A teenage boy and girl find themselves trapped in the lair of a crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ #1 in horror - 12/6/15 [featured - 12/30/15] IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

❝This is the love I fail to say. One that caused him to go away, for our love was never made to stay.❞ - all of the poems are mine :) #1 in Poetry 26/05/17 ! Thank you for reading♡ New book 'Everything You Never Knew' is out!

Read as you please. As I've said before, I'm no shakespeare. Comments will help. And once in a while a good favorite is nice too :))))

hello friends here a book of short poem and short stories .....I was feeling as if a nail was being stabbed in my heart continuously a thousand times and the unbearable pain was slightly cutting my soul I screamed to god why he gave me so much pain

If an artist loves you, they'll make you immortal-but what blooms from the pain they're left with? Roses and Thorns is a powerful collection of chapters that delve into the raw beauty of heartbreak, exploring love lost, broken friendships, and the transformative journey of healing. Both tender and unflinching, it's a book for anyone ready to turn their pain into their greatest power.

a simple, warm and cozy book of poems with different colours of love " that day, the garden was filled with the lovely essence not because of blossoms but with your presence"

Isn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]