Barely Stories

Fabian Hatcher thought he had everything. A nice house, a comfortable occupancy, a loving soon-to-be wife… until he finds her in bed with two other men; his boss and his so called best friend. His world gets shaken upside down and nothing seems to be right any more. Struggling through his meltdown he gets so caught up in his violence and rage. Looking for a new place work, he stumbled across Daphne Graham and her unusual night club. He would do anything to put his life back on track and was willing to give offers that she just couldn't refuse. Daphne Graham owns the night club Envy on the smaller side of town. While struggling with the male portion being understaffed, she has her own hefty collection of cheaters as well as the next person and has sworn off men forever. Until one night, Fabian Hatcher steps foot into her club demanding a position and refusing to leave without one. Willing to give him a shot, she takes him on with a warning that he has to prove himself in more ways than one. Will this new-time bad boy believe that not only his but both their hearts need saving? Are they willing to go the distance and save each other?

(lower case intended in this story) jenn is a shy girl. a depressed girl. just needing a friend, to tell her the reasons of being alive. but he truly knows, she's barely breathing.

Valencia May was born with lymphoma. As she arrives to a new hospital, she adjusts to life of being on the inside looking out. She soon meets some who isn't looking out, but looking in from the outside. Janice, the 5 year old with misery unspoken, and her brother who is half living. The three intwine themselves with careful hope and faith in the future, and help Valencia from drowning in what she's always been in. A box. But In every story, someone falls in love. Sadly, love for Valencia isn't possible. Can she hold onto a secret that's been holding her back since the start of the end? Or will it change the line of events for everybody she's pulled close. Full of heartbreak, raw humor, and something to fight for, "Spare Me The Hopeless" will intoxicate you with the pains of first loves, and first hates.

I am Casia Livens. I am not who you think. I am not your species. I am not many things, but I can tell you what it is I am. I am a ghost-child. And I am the only one who can save my father from certain death, bring my mother back to life, destroy the Death's Council, locate and murder the Nameless, and save the innocent from what everyone believes to be inevitable massacre. I guess you can say I'm your average thirteen-year-old girl, but you'd be lying.

Fourteen-year-old Lauryn Alexander isn't sure where she came from. Or even who her parents were. Living with only vague memories of the past. Abandoned and missing her only friend more than ever, she tries to find a new home. Follow her story as she grows up and discovers her true meaning. All wile trying to hide a dark secret.

Don't read unless you've read the last chapter of I Hate Cliche, because you will be spoiled just warning you. "I do," I whisper staring up into his big green eyes. Tears are forming in the corner of both of our eyes. The biggest smile is plastered on my face and the goofiest grin on his. The priest smiles nodding and turning to him, "Do you, Abe, take Rose to be your lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health til death do you part?" "I do," Abe smiles his perfect smile that is the same of our now two year old, Eliza. She has my eyes and hair, and his everything else. She's perfect. The second half to my everything. "By the power invested in me by the city of Seattle I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," The priest takes a step back gesturing to us as Abe and I kiss. That magical kiss every girl dreams of. The sparks, butterflies, the whole sha-bang. It's perfect, he's perfect. We turn to look at our audience. My parents, family, and extended family all on he right side clapping with smiles on their faces. My mum is crying a little along with my dad. Uncle Harry nods at me giving me a thumbs up. Jane, Leanne, and Melanie of course are my brides maids. They all flew out to Seattle for me and I'm forever thankful. I've missed everyone dearly but as far as I can tell this is where I belong. Alex, he never responded. Too busy with his soccer career I guess. Too busy for the girl he used to love and the girl that used to love him.

Sometimes we just keep giving, giving, and giving until we've got nothing left.

Spinoff of Puelli Magi Madoka Magica, like Magia Record but without the Madoka Magica characters making appearances.

Pretty much the title.

Tommy just wanted to go back to his hotel and sleep. Now, he is soaking wet from running in the rain, uncomfortable from said rain, and stuck in a broken down elevator with a stranger he's never met. Unluckily for him, or luckily as he would find out, they were going to be stuck together for a while. And the stranger is very pretty. ------ A short fluffy oneshot reposted from my AO3 Account, which is the same name as my Wattpad.

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Charlotte lives with her abusive dad, and when he isn't abusing her, she's abusing herself. She's lived her whole life known as a freak, and when a boy named Zack Gilbert shows up at her school, he to help her. Will he save her or will it be too late?

"I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing..." How do you cope with the loss of a loved one? How do you carry on without them? Grief poisons the mind, making you question everything around you. You turn on your friends and lock yourself away in some vain attempted to cure yourself. Then, you try to start your life again from scratch, turn over a new leaf, but it's useless and you know it, the past always comes back to haunt you, karma will hunt you down like an animal to make you pay for the past; forcing you to watch the horrors all over again, still alive, but barely breathing. None of this is real...its only real in my head....sadly.... This is the sequel to Millionaires please read that first Warning: Strong language, some small sex referances and violence. PG-13