Historias de Breakingsterotypes

Thunder was crashing as the lightning touched the ground of the pack land entrance, the darkness was met with yellow eyes, snarls were heard, as the Beta of the Blackrose pact screamed and sounded the Alarm " Attack, we are under Attack, warecats from the north! " More screams were heard as calls from the East, West and South sounded the alarm. Tristan Blackroses eyes shot open, hearing the panic screams of his pact as he looked to his wife in utter horror. " Lock the door behind me, " the Alpha said to his wife while placing his arms around her in a tight embrace knowing very well this might be the last time he saw her he kissed her with such passion. As he stepped out onto his once beautiful packs home front ,the smell of death and screams horrified him. His eyes were looking around, searching for any pack members still alive, cackles were heard as he shifted his footing and turned. His crimson eyes were met with at least 30 yellow eyes all looking out at him. " Well Tristan Blackrose, I can't say your reputation proceeds you, you quite smaller than I thought you would be," a sadistic werecat said, who could distinctively be acknowledged as the leader stepped forward to him. " What the fuck do you want, and why are you on my pack lands." Tristan spat back, he would not cower, he knew his death was imminent, though he wouldn't give this Cat the satisfaction. " Expansion, and genocide, you mutts have to learn your place, so I thought I'd send a message to the werewolf council by taking out one of their top packs in one night." He sounded almost bored as he lifted his finger. Two large gavilines impaled each of Tristan's legs, almost simultaneously one going through each. He smelt it before he felt the burning flesh from the silver weapons were holding him in place as he attempted to pull them out he found his arms wouldn't respond, wolfsbane he thought in horror, as he growled at his sadistic foe before him.

Something that bloomed in the hearts of innocence slowly grown to be something fierce, something unbreakable. Larissa and Milo met when they were 12 years old. Time and situation pulled them apart. Now 10 years later, fate had once again found a way to push them toward each other. Toward something beautiful. Or is it too late now? Enjoy. Started:- 15th April, 2026

"Hello... Sir, I'm...your...slave.... tonight, young and... untouched...just as you wanted", she said with trembling lips. "Ahh, I see", he bursted out laughing... "Nice acting little girl, but this won't work here because I already know what's going to happen next, the one who gave you this plan for tonight is my... security agent, he'll be here in few minutes so just wait and watch", he said and jumped on the bed switching off the lights... She got frightened and her mind went blank... she couldn't digest any of his word... "What are you doing there? You can stay on the bed. What do you think, I Shantanu Raichand is interested in touching you, stupid.. YOU AIN'T MY TYPE", he laughed with the last sentence.. She walked slowly forward following his authoritive voice and bumped with a table and banged her head.. "Ahhhh, how stupid, can't you see? Disturbed me, blind or what? ", he yelled at her... She silently nodded in yes with tears brimming her dark deep eyes.... . . . Is she really blind? . . Or just someone related to his enemies, who wanna break him apart? . . Or may be both? . . What are they doing together? . . What's the plan? A ruthless game that destiny plays with innocent lives, love always finds it way. But will this love be as beautiful and happening as in fairytales or this too will test their patience and will be cruel enough to break them inside. Will the monster sleeping inside be awakened by a hard thrash of evil emotions. Wanna know how their life takes turn? A lot more coming on your way, to know it all read "SCATTERED LOVE"

The DUFF Writing Contest It's hard to break out of a character you've been all your life in high school, and it's even harder when your parents expect you to follow those guidelines too. Now that I have other passions, I don't know how I'll be able to handle everything...

"She made broken look healed, And strong look invincible, She carried the Universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings." What if you wake up in a hospital bed not remembering anything that happened the night before? What if the horrors keep you sleepless for the next four years? Zeeniya Tahan hid perfectly behind the mask she crafted. Biker Kick boxer Footballer And a sarcastic girl boss. Stuck between three brothers and a best friend, she was finally coping with the hidden facts when the hurricane struck - in the form of a really good looking - I mean really good looking project partner. Nayal Siddiqi, your more than average knight in the shining armor, smart, hot - everything Zeeniya didn't need. But some times just the thought of a helping hand is all you need to get over the worst fears. And in her case, finding out what happened that night. If you need humor, sarcasm, crime and and romance all under one roof, you are in the right place.

*Short Story* Shakespeare knew how to write, but some people needed to learn how to live. Behind a mask, or in front of a crowd? Sometimes they're more alike than you might think.

Stereotypes have always been a part the bad side of history but nowadays all of it is different due to people slowly standing up for what they believe in and due to that, we live in a world which breaking those stereotypes made us better as a community.

"I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don't say". - Virginia Wolf This is a compilation of poems on random things. Some pages may be a portrayal of happiness, pleasant memories of sunshine and rainbows and some might describe the agony and dejection one goes through in life. There are sensitive and not much shared or talked about events too. " It's not necessary for the agony to be ugly. When you bleed through words it becomes a symphony of Grief"

What are your thoughts regarding Wallflowers (Introverts)? Is any Sibling or a Friend of you an introvert? Ever dealt with an introvert? Confused between Shyness and Introvert? Difference between introversion and extroversion? Want to know who are these people? To answer your doubts let's find out!

An arrange marriage that binds two hearts - he believes he is broken, she believes she is fine. Yet, can love find its way through the cracks of two distant hearts? Rihan Mehra doesn't "lack emotion"-he feels more than most. But in a world obsessed with romance, he feel like he's constantly trying to explain a language no one wants to learn. Kritika Tandon? She's the "sorted" one-independent, practical, always in control. She's never chased love, never needed softness. Or so she thought. When their paths cross, it's not attraction that sparks-it's understanding. In their quietness. Something that is unnamed but both hearts crave. But how do you explain a connection that doesn't look like love to people who only recognize clichés? A slow-burn Indian romance that redefines love, explores identity, and holds space for a kind of bond that doesn't follow the rules-because maybe, just maybe, love isn't one-size-fits-all.

Believe it or not, Wattpad is filled with Cliches. Now if you are a newbie here then you will have a tough time considering my words but believe me, once you are here for a while , you will surely know what I'm talking about. Now, coming back to the point, as I said, Wattpad is filled with different Cliches and this book here lists those. Basically just another rant book but with sense Important : Not Directed to any specific book or author. Hope you enjoy.

Quinn Bennett is completely, undoubtedly, absolutely in love with her shy, dorky best friend. Ryan Benson, the best friend, is thoroughly and utterly oblivious to this as always. Although Quinn is your 'typical' cheerleader with the confidence to match, she can't find the courage to look Ryan in the eyes and expose her feelings for him. Besides, Ryan is the type of boy who is destined to be with a Nobel prize winner, not a girl who is barely passing high school. So Quinn is going to have to hide her feelings for him, as impossible as that seems, to ensure their friendship stays intact. This is What To Do About Love. All rights reserved.

"Rocks are the future." Miriam Grover is pretty cool. And really, really busy. She's so busy it gets kind of annoying. But it gets especially annoying when she just ups and runs at the most random times. Her friends are sick of her, her girlfriend dumped her (now ex-girlfriend) and she's failing AP Chemistry. The only bright side is being President of Global Environment Initiative (GEI), a student-led service club she founded as a freshman. Now a junior, Miriam wants nothing more than to invest all her time into GEI. When she meets Mikael Kade, she discovers he has the perfect credentials for Vice-President of GEI. But he has his fair share of secrets. It's only after spending time with him does she realize: together, they were meant for greatness. © 2020, Kyromaniak, All Rights Reserved

The rumble in my chest wasn't normal. it felt as though something was inside me.... trying to get out but waiting for its time. I didn't feel like myself anymore and every once in a while I tried to decide if that was a bad or a good thing. Everywhere I went I felt like I was connected to everything. The birds, the trees, everything was so beautiful........but why did I crave to burn it all? Wassup peeps. I decided to write a boysXboys book which is also werewolf themed!! I'm so excited and I hope you guys like it!

Book 1 of The Flower Series. 🌺 "I'M A MURDERER, DAHLIA! I have killed people, heck I killed my own family. How do you know I'm not gonna hurt you? Why don't you understand y-you need to stay away from me Dahlia. It's for your own good." I try to stay strong but my voice breaks. "You won't hurt me, I know you won't, how can a guy who feels sorry for dogs which are mistreated hurt anyone?" her soft voice comes out confidently. This girl never fails to take my words away. I am not good for her, I am scarred for life and she, she needs to live her life to the fullest right now. I don't want to hold her back from her future. I look down, not being able to make eye contact with her. "You don't know Dahlia . YOU DON'T F**KING KNOW ANYTHING." I growled even though I felt bad for doing so, but she needs to stay away from me. "Then tell me I'm willing to know, I'm willing to help you because I am in love." ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ Deep red dahlia; warns about betrayal. Red dahlia; conveys power and strength. A story in which an unhappy person's world is shaken by the enterance of a very happy person, And now it would never be the same. Or maybe it will...

"I really don't understand you." He says nervously, slowly backing away. I raise my eyebrow at him in question, "What do you mean?" "I mean your crazy mean one second and the next you like me." He way he says it like he thinks I'm crazy. Am I crazy? I doubt a crazy person have not shot him in the head yet. That's what a sane person would do. "But I'm not that bad, right?" I ask him innocently. He snorts and waves his hands in the air like a crazy person. Maybe he's crazy. "Tell that to my psychologist. They think you're insane." And with that I lunge at him.

From bisexual politicians to asexual actors, this book has it all. Meet cutes and break ups, epiphanies and confusion- all feautured equally. A bunch of one shots featuring a variety of gender identities and sexual orientations.

𝐏𝐀𝐑·𝐀·𝐃𝐎𝐗 \ per-ə-ˌdäks \ (n.) a seemingly absurd or self-contradictory statement or proposition that when investigated or explained may prove to be well founded or true [ cedric diggory x fem!oc ] [ goblet of fire - ? ] [ harry potter au ]

Two people who hardly know each other get stuck in the same apartment as the entire area goes into quarantine. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked, lifting a brow. "I would, but I don't want to give you the idea that I tolerate you." Completed: 15/7/2020 {Longer description inside} 👑 Won second place in the Discovering Elites General Fiction Category.