Byebye Stories

- 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔙𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔙𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔈𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔗𝔯𝔦𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔥 𝔡𝔦𝔢, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔓𝔬𝔴𝔡𝔢𝔯, 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥, 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰, ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢 - ᴹʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ˢᵖʳᵘⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᴴᵃᵗᵉ! ᵀᵒᵒ ᴱᵃʳˡʸ ˢᵉᵉⁿ ᵁⁿᵏⁿᵒʷⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᴷⁿᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵒᵒ ᴸᵃᵗᵉ! ᴾʳᵒᵈⁱᵍⁱᵒᵘˢ ᴮⁱʳᵗʰ ᵒᶠ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ, ᵀʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ᵃ ᴸᵒᵃᵗʰᵉᵈ ᴱⁿᵉᵐʸ

STORY THAT MY FRIEND FORCED ME TO WRITE THAT I WAS SO PROUD OF THAT I DISPLAYED IT ON WATTPAD FOR ALL YOU BEAUTIFUL RUBBER BABY BUGGY BUMPERS TO READ

Glad to see you here esteem! Here's the first of my collection; a short story about a real life incident I came across, that I might not forget ever. The theme of the story here is actually about what a promise to myself mean to me and what I could do for the person whom I gave my words to. Its me, a teen, narrating an incident which I came across that left me in thoughts of being stuck between a promise I gave to myself and the circumstances I had to face at that time. After losing trust on every unexpected persons in my life, desperate me, finally finds myself lucky enough to have a perfect person to have complete faith on. For me, that person was my school biology teacher. Having a decent personality with a supportive nature was enough for me to trust her like a sister. Once given a promise to myself, I never feel like breaking, because it hurts; until the situation was desperate enough to make me break it, which is, actually the saddest part of this story. Having this sad part also made this story interesting one, and sweet enough to describe presence of love and affection for a person.

All sad stories are copied

Just random Afton scenario's

Incomplete history on century old stones, I decided to fill the voids with my own skin and bones. ...... Thoughts too complicated to say untwisted.

Have you ever feel like you might just have not ever existed. Why are you here, where no one cares about you. and you mean no more than a bean. In this world where no one is beside you. All is gonna be gone one day. In a couple of hundred years, this burning piece of rock we call earth is going to be gone. Goodbye......?

(In cooperation with Something I'm Not Used To) Love. I call that fantasy. Just like my true Love and best friend. Fake. Or is he?

As y'all see - Billy Loomis is the other Ghostface in DBD, bunch of fluff, angst, injury and shits. Billy loves to fuck around except Danny, who hates Billy do things like this

Trent die

This story contains bkdk and only romance mostly no powers quirks etc. I put a lot of work into this and it's my first fanfiction I've ever wrote tw..mature

I will never disappoint you, mom. Never,"

waves//burns

No description? OH NO! Guess you'll have to read to know what happens :3

Just an inspiration

Warning: triggering stuff in this book. I don't know you or why anyone stopped to read this cause I'm not good at writing but if your suicidal and your triggered easily don't read. Some angels wanna go home, while others just stay until its too much.

Suddenly, it's a final goodbye. He just left!

The series tells a story of a working-class girl who gets tangled up in the lives of a group of wealthy young men in her elite high school.

just like the title says If you have a headcanon or story idea you can always comment it, and if I like it, i might post it in a chapter! (With credit ofc)