Gwen Bradbury has seen the end. Gwen Bradbury has learned fighting again. ****** Gwen Bradbury's life is torture to her. She is floating above everyone else. Her existence is like a void, eating her up from the inside, little by little every day. Gwen wants freedom. She wants to escape. But she is not one to give up. The darkness and demons can't do anything to her, not again. She will fight till she can't take it anymore. Oliver Carlson isn't your typical boy next door. He isn't the popular bad boy with a dark past you will find in every book. Oliver is not cocky, not famous, not one with eight pack abs. He is quiet, silent, hiding in shadows, away from everyone else, on his own. He has learned to keep to himself, build his suits of armors up, and shut everyone out. Nobody really knows him. He doesn't care. What hurts is that when his popular brother Owen Carlson gets everything he wants, leaving Oliver nothing. So when Gwen Bradbury unintentionally unexpectedly crashes into Oliver Carlson's life, she tries to convince him that life is beautiful with her broad smile and crazy endeavors. Oliver does quite the opposite by shutting her out on the outside but maybe secretly slowly letting her own a piece of his heart. But what happens when both Oliver and Gwen are faced with disasters that make their second skin fall apart in front of their eyes abandoning only the truth? Completed. @girlofthetrees is the editor of this book. "How is it possible for someone already have written such an amazing book and on top of it write another one," - @Nani2096, A reader of 'In Too Deep' about Floating. "I love you and your books so muchh. The recent Floating chapter almost made me cry because it was so beautiful. I hope one day your books will get published and I'll be sure to buy them." - @sel__h Highest Ranking: #1 in depression #1 in hot #1 in slowburn #1 in friends #1 in sarcasm #1 in sad #1 in loneliness

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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 college. Two years later, my mother left Harry for a man even younger then him and took him to the cleaners. She got full custody, child support and spousal support to pay the way of her and her new boy toy while Harry had to give her his house and move into a small apartment. It's been three years since the divorce my mother wants me to come back for her wedding, the wedding Harry paid for. I felt terrible for Harry but I was too ashamed of my own mother to reach out. But now she's left me no choice because he's the only one that can help me. Will he even answer the phone? I haven't talked to him in almost four years, I don't know what state he's in having his son ripped from him or all of his hard earned money taken away. All I know is that I'm at his doorstep and he's about to get the surprise of his life. ______________ ⚠️ Will contain an assload of foul language as well as sexual content. While some names may be real this is an alternative reality based story that is 100% mine.

They say, when you are down, let the rain drench you cause it wipes away every sore corner of your life and rouses you afresh. So did Cynthia Till. Her life is not just as perfect as everyone takes it to be. Her dreams are being haunted by her past demons. Her sleeps are get tormented by his memories. But little do all know that her stoic audacity has some intense gravity that's tearing her apart from inside every single spear of her life. But what happens when this rain brings her past back to her while she gets filled with quite atonement and tears ? But why ?

We have all heard the fairy tales of the princess being locked away in a tower and can only be saved by her one true love. But what if her knight in shining armor was a peasant girl. Here's a twist to your favorite children's story and follow Myra on her quest to save her true love, the princess.

Hi I'm Emma Johnson. I never expected any of this to happen I never expected this. me, falling inlove with a girl like me. It's just, this girl, She's the type of girl that somewhat you call a monster. a heartless monster. she's rude, selfish and yah, heartless. I hated her when I first saw her. it's like hate at first sight. But. I still think she's perfect. yes again let me remind you I fell inlove with a SHE. Yeah, perfect. Those goddamned tattoos, those mesmerizing brown eyes, you can Stare at it all day. and those straight brown hair, you can run your hand through it. And the gap between her teeth, when she smiles, her cute little laugh, you can just say she's purr-fect. if it wasn't for her annoying attitude i could be dating her right now. urgh but I'm a girl. hmp.. but The girl I fell in love with is a.... BEAUTIFUL MONSTER. ** Hi. I think my other story is so lame so I made this ;) hihi xxx

"Shane..." She said in shock, "Sh-Shane..." Her body was shaking from the cold of the previous night. It seemed like the blanket she had brought along hadn't helped all that well. The boy just held a finger to his lips and re-wrapped the girl in the blanket, still cradling her in his arms as he carried her back to her cabin. (Set after Tess exposes Mitchie's secret)

A short story about four high school girls and the extreme measures it takes to save one of their best friends. Wiley, the popular girl. Rose, the shy girl. Sam, the artsy girl. And Violet, the outcast. *Some mature content; trigger warnings for domestic abuse; lots of gay moments* *Some names taken from the show Stranger Things (i.e. Max, Billy, Neil) but the characters and story are my own; as well as the Vice Principal's name, that goes to the show Victorious* *First short story of many to come*

A mixture of short stories, some funny, some cute, some sad - all with happy endings!

* A Wattpad Featured Story* Thought bubbles escape like champagne-scented daydreams if not caught firmly but gently between loving fingers. A simple challenge for an aspiring poet and avid wisher upon stars: make the ephemeral something of tangible substance. Some keep diaries and hide them from the world. Others recount the journey in poetic form, broken and tormented for all to see and to judge. Each day, a new poem is added. Are they mere trinkets, or an assault upon the last bastions of fear? Cover art lovingly created by the talented @lazybrew! Many thanks!