Attitudegirl Stories

«She wasn't born with a silver spoon... She was born with scars. An orphan. A survivor. A seventeen-year-old girl who built an empire with nothing but her pen, her mind, and her silence. The world knows her as a bestselling author read by millions. But no one knows... She is Riyaka. She never begged for love. Never waited for rescue. Never bowed before power. "If you give me respect, you'll get it back twice. Give me attitude... and I'll return it threefold." "I'm not rude. I'm just fluent in the language people speak to me." "You treat me like an option? I'll erase myself from your story." On her seventeenth birthday, she returns to the orphanage that raised her-not with tears, but with gifts, chocolates, books, and smiles for the children who still call it home. She believes it's just another ordinary day. Until... A convoy of black luxury SUVs stops at the orphanage gates. The atmosphere changes. Guards step aside. And a man walks toward her with the authority of someone who has never accepted the word no. Vidhyanshu Dharmavanshi. One of the most feared and influential men in the country. He looks into her eyes and says only one sentence. "Pack your things. You're coming home with me." She laughs. "Home? I built mine without you." "I don't know who you think you are..." "...but I don't belong to anyone." He doesn't argue. He simply replies, "You inherited your attitude from the wrong person." She folds her arms. "Excuse me?" A faint smirk appears on his face. "You're the Queen of Attitude..." "...and I'm the King who gave you that crown." "Whether you like it or not..." "...I'm your father." "And you're coming with me." She takes one fearless step forward. "Try me." He smiles for the first time. "Challenge accepted, Princess." A daughter who refuses to bend. A father who has never lost. When two identical storms collide... Who will surrender first? Or will the world witness... A battle where love wears the mask of war?

"Because not every story starts with love... some start with resistance." She = movement, chaos, expression He = stillness, control, silence She = speaks first He = watches first She = emotions on surface He = emotions locked behind control Two completely different energies- forced into the same space. Between coffee breaks... and contract files... Between arguments... and unspoken moments... Something begins. Not loud. Not obvious. But enough- to change everything.

Not My Type (Until He Was) She had her entire college life planned. Good grades. A quiet corner in the library. And absolutely no distractions. Especially not the loud, infuriating basketball captain who somehow had the entire campus wrapped around his finger. He was everything she avoided. She was everything he couldn't figure out. What begins with one ruined afternoon slowly turns into shared silences, unforgettable friendships, countless "almost" moments, and a college journey neither of them saw coming. Because sometimes... the right person doesn't arrive with butterflies. They arrive with chaos. And sometimes, the person you swear you'll never fall for... becomes the one you can't imagine walking away from. A heartwarming Indian college romance about friendship, dreams, growing up, and finding love where you least expect it.

What's the meaning of a playboy? Ask anyone, and they'll say one name - Riyan. Because he is the playboy. There's not a single girl in college who doesn't know him. Say "Riyan" and girls literally line up. Just hearing his name is enough to bring a smile to every girl's face. He's not just popular - he's a sports boy too. A football champ. A charming, handsome guy with fame all over campus. But then... There's Thiya - Sweet, silent, and the complete opposite of Riyan. All she expects from love is loyalty - nothing else. When these two opposite souls meet, It starts with clashes, But soon... turns into love. A journey filled with unexpected romance > But when fire meets calm, What will remain - ashes... or something beautiful? Let's begin their story...

Ang mataray at antiromantic na babae na si angel ay nakilala ang cold guy plus philosophy guy na makakatapat nya.. Ano ang magiging istorya nila?? Halinat alamin mating kung ano ang magiging kAtapusan nito.. May babalik pa kaya galing sa kanyang nakaraan at guluhin muli ang buhay nyang masaya na sa piling ni cold guy❗ This is just a short story so just understand it😇I'm a new writer on wattpad here 💅 Sorry for the wrong grammars, spelling, sentence etc. Ang storyang ito ay tagalog...sorry for the wrong grammars just understand it

Irene doesn't do feelings. She's bold, straightforward, and doesn't care about what others think. Xevion is the opposite kind of problem-calm, composed, and used to being in control. So when he asks her to be his fake girlfriend, it was supposed to be simple. Just acting. Just for show. No feelings involved. But pretending turns dangerous when it starts to feel real. From forced closeness to unexpected moments, the line between fake and real slowly disappears. And the more time they spend together... the more they realize- some things aren't meant to stay fake forever.

Hello my cute little readers...(Hehe 😅) To The Boy I Swore I'd Hate Enemies weren't supposed to make your heart race. Trisha Sisodia had one rule - never let arrogance go unchallenged. So when Aryan Mehra, the campus' most annoyingly composed and unreadable boy, refused to pick up her pen, it wasn't just about the pen anymore. It was war. He was cold, distant, infuriatingly calm. She was stubborn, outspoken, and far too proud to back down. But somewhere between sarcastic remarks, accidental glances, and moments she swore didn't mean anything... Trisha found herself thinking about him more than she should. After all, hate was supposed to be simple. Until it wasn't. Because maybe-just maybe-the boy she swore she'd hate was the one she was meant to fall for.

The anger is still there. It didn't vanish at all. It's just there, secretly hiding. Don't provoke her or it will be a big problem. ***** Alisha is a secretive girl with it comes to her emotions. She inteded to hide it from the people around her because she has a bad self control. When Azzam came back, she start losing her self control like before. It make her a bad person. That what she think. So, she started distancing her self from the man that made her miserable for a very long time. But Azzam is persistent to gain back her trust and forgiveness. Alisha also think that Azzam and her can't be separated because of the connection that they have.

Chapter 1- Shayari gone wrong She sent a shayari He sent attitude . Simmy- loud, dramatic, unstoppable . Rohan - serious , silent and allergic to girls. One wrong message . Zero intentions. And suddenly...he's checking his phone every five minutes. She talks to much. He pretends not to care. But the boy who "hates girls " is the first one to fall. This isn't a sweet love story. It's Chaos ,ego, late night fights, unexpected care... and a bubbly girl who refuses to be ignored. Wrong Number ? Maybe. Wrong heart? Never.

Liza she has attitude but for bad people's she loves their family friends and she has a friend his name Lee Yuan He Was Cute But Matured Boy

Aalia Rahman. Rich. Untouchable. Savage. She doesn't follow rules - she writes them. In a school where power matters more than marks, Aalia is the queen everyone fears. But when a mysterious new boy enters her world... someone who doesn't bow to her - everything changes. And just when she thinks she's in control... a dangerous enemy from her past returns. Love, betrayal, power games... In this story, no one is innocent. Not even her.

🔥 **Toxic but Mine** 🔥 নিরব চৌধুরী আর কয়েল ইসলাম-দুজনেই রাগী, দমনে অমোঘ, মুখে মুখে ঝগড়া, আর ভেতরে ঝড়। একই পাড়ায় নতুন বাড়িতে উঠেছে নিরবের পরিবার, ঠিক কয়েলের পাশেই। শুরুর প্রথম দিন থেকেই শুরু হয় লড়াই, যেখানে প্রেম আর রাগ একসঙ্গে জ্বলছে। তাদের জীবন এক হতে চায় না, কিন্তু বিচ্ছিন্ন হতে পারে না। নিরব অনেকদিন ধরে কয়েলকে পছন্দ করলেও মুখ ফুটে কিছু বলতে পারেনি। কয়েল তার অঙ্গীকারে অবিচল-নিজেকে রক্ষা করবেই, কোনোভাবেই হার মানবে না। "আমার রাগ তোমার জন্য, আমার জেদ তোমার জন্যই।" এই গল্পে পাবেন: ❤️‍🔥 তীব্র আগুনের মতো প্রেম ⚡ ঝগড়া আর টানাপোড়েনের ঝড় 💔 বিশ্বাসঘাতকতা আর বেঁচে থাকার লড়াই 🔥 কেমন করে এক রাগী মনের অধিকারী হতে চায় একমাত্র "মাইন"! --- ✨ *Toxic but Mine* একটি আধুনিক, তীব্র রোম্যান্টিক থ্রিলার যেখানে প্রেম আর রাগের মোহরার মাঝে দুজনের জীবনের গল্প উঠে আসে। এরা একে অপ

I was pinned to my locker by the player of our school.....and..he was only inches away from my face, he leaned in more closer.... You cheated ! I said pinning him on the couch No, there is no such rule, about kissing, while the game is on" he said smirking at me I am jazz, i was challenged by a playboy from our school, for a videogame, he said that if i lose i will be his slave for 3 whole weeks and i will have to obey his orders, but if i win then he will leave me alone, (no more pinning me to lockers), and he will be my slave for 3 weeks READ MORE TO FIND OUT.

Vivaan is everything I can't stand-arrogant, silent, and annoyingly perfect. Topper of the school. Everyone admires him... but no one really knows him. And me? I'm probably the only person who openly hates him. Or at least... that's what I want everyone to believe. Because somewhere between stolen glances, unspoken words, and constant arguments... my hate for him starts to feel a little too real to be just hate.

"සුන්දර් සුන්දර් සුන්දර්.. සුන්දර් මහත්තයගේ මේ සුන්දර මූණ මට කියලා තලා ගන්න ආස ද ?" - ධීර්‍යා සංසුවී මනමේන්ද්‍ර - "උඹ කොල්ලෙක් නෙවෙයි සංසුවී ! උඹ කෙල්ලෙක්.. ඇයි උඹට බැරි ඔය මුරණ්ඩුකම් අතෑරලා මං කියන විදිහට ඉන්න.. උඹේ ඔය හිතුවක්කාර කම් වලින් මේ ඇඟේ එක සීරිමක් හරි ආයෙත් වුණු දවසට උඹේ සුන්දර් මේ තරම් සුන්දරව කතා කරන් නෑ.. අන්නේකත් හොඳට මතක තියාගනින් ! - සදේශ් මෙතීර්ය ගජබාහු -

"where is she? " he asked in nothing but calm voice as soon as he stepped in. " Talking about another women, on our wedding night isn't something right to do Mr.singhania" I whispered lifting my veil Enjoying the way his eyes turned cold seeing my face " like what you see , afterall we are same aren't we? " I said walking towards him in unhurried steps " you too wanted her for this face " i whispered in his ear when he grapped my neck , pushing me towards the wall , his eyes looking blood red as his nails peirch my skin. marking the start of our wedding in red. __________________________ Sameera rathore , born and breed princess of rathore family , she lacks nothing yet everything , she is a girl who makes everyone kneel . Vansh singhania , a man who was born to rule , what happens when they clash . unaware to the fate that unit them , their past is interwined so is the future. when Vansh's new wife turns out to be Sameera instead of his love and to make matter worse sameera is the girl his brother loves. In a game of fate , hate , blood, betrayal, and power CAN THE RIGHT PERSON GIVE YOU RIGHT LOVE AT WRONG TIME....?