Childtrauma Stories

HIS LOST GEM He had everything a man could desire: power, wealth, influence, and a world that bowed when he walked into the room. But there was one thing he could never possess... " Her " She isn't the innocent girl he remembers. She is a woman hidden behind a mask, carrying secrets that could destroy everything he has built. She knows who he is .Yet she refuses to reveal her identity. And he is determined to uncover it.

Another ordinary and boring high school day, 9th graders are sitting in class listening to their teacher ramble about another one of his weird topic. It was always unfair to them. They had an extra subject called "defence," which is only applied for them...how tiring, right? Yet they didn't know how valuable this subject became once the shining finally came... . . . Hello everyone! Author here to give a quick note: I've been planning to make this thing for a whilleeeeee but i never had the time to do so, it's an original work but it is inspired by some books, animes and manwhas bcs im obsessed with those (Ex. Pjo, Orv, TTIGRAAS) I am very happy to actually start on this and finally publish the first chapter! If this blows up, I'll be happy. If it doesn't, then that's fine! Idk if i can write every so often, but anyway, i hope you all enjoy this stupid little series i made -^-, (The draft for this was way more confusing, lmao) Also, take note that this is gonna be very long since i wanna make a chapter per character and have chapters with no specific perspective because i have some ideas, hehe....anyway! Stay tuned if you actually like this thing (Spoiler: This story includes universe and planet hopping)

Few stories that probably shouldn't have happened.

Lisa, a normal Girl lives a normal life until one day everything changes.

My name is Lumine. A name that sounds radiant, filled with light-but I feel none of it. I am nothing more than a doll, a puppet dangling from the strings of my parents' suffocating pride. They crafted me into their perfect display piece, parading me like a prize they won rather than a person they raised. Every step I take, every word I utter, every breath I draw-it all feels scripted, rehearsed for their audience. My life is not my own; it's a carefully choreographed performance. My parents are meticulous directors, their eyes sharp and unyielding. They've perfected the art of pretending, of projecting an image of flawless family bliss. Behind closed doors, though, the air is icy. My father's commands echo through the halls like thunder, and my mother's criticisms drip with venom cloaked in sugar. They don't see me as a daughter, only as a mirror to reflect their imagined perfection. I am their legacy, they say, their ticket to admiration and envy. But at what cost? I've forgotten what it feels like to have a dream of my own. Their expectations have choked every flicker of ambition from me, leaving only a hollow shell. I wake up each day, not with hope, but with a crushing sense of inevitability. I know exactly how it will unfold: the forced smiles, the heavy silence when I fail to meet an impossible standard, the cold praise when I do. It's a cycle I can't escape, no matter how much I try. I try to imagine a world where I am free, where I can breathe without the weight of their demands pressing down on my chest. But even that feels futile-like a cruel joke my mind plays on me. How do you fight when you've been drained of the will to even lift your head? The strings tighten around me with every passing day, and I am too tired to resist. My life, my choices, my identity-they've all been stolen, wrapped in a glossy bow, and presented to the world as something to admire. But beneath the facade, I am drowning. And the worst part? I don't know if I even care anymore.

bleh

"Who are You?" "what's your name?" " Are you aware that either you are a suspect or witness to seven brutal murders? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ She has been there. Always. None of the staff or patients has ever heard her voice. She sits there like a mannequin. Her identity was unknown. Who was she? What is her name? Where is her home? No idea. She was just there one day. ************************************************************************* Seven murders. Motive unknown. Killer unknown. Cause of death unknown. The police have no other evidence to investigate. Except for one person. A mysterious unidentified woman. Either a suspect or a witness. But what will they do when she doesn't even speak, she doesn't even respond. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He was a successful psychologist. He has saved people. Saved their dreams. His dreams were of a happy family with his love and their upcoming child which was going to happen soon. But suddenly everything just becomes a dream. What remained was the memory of a blood bath of the woman he loved dearly. He needs answer. And if the woman is the key, then he will make her speak. But is he ready to hear the truth? But again, Who was this mysterious woman? Who is this mysterious patient?

This is a short story of how I overcame trauma.

Famous quotes and lines from the characters. Feeding my IOTNBO withdrawals.. *butterfly hug*

Maraming ang nagsasabi na maswerte palagi ang mga anak na bunso dahil naibibigay sakanila ang lahat ng kanilang kahilingan, mga bagong laruan,damit , gamit at syempre minamahal ng tunay at wagas... Ngunit kung tatanungin ang mga bunso totoo ba? Ang mga paratang ito?

Finally updating this desc lol . This story contains / will contain the following . - Child abuse - Child neglect - Gore in graphic detail - Extreme bullying - Dehumanization - Derealization - Manipulation - Twisted view on reality and life Enjoy reading this small 9 y/o boy's story !!

Canada (surname Candy) has a secret relationship with a russian boy. But one day, he feel sick and now all his secret are not so secret now... His mother, Alyssia (Québec) and his father, Matthew (Ontario) are now facing a difficlut choice. Should they let their son be ruin the fragile politic relation bettwen their country and the USA or face a posibility of war... When the secret is revealed how do you know who you can trust? This contains: many OC Many mistake (english is not my first language) Ruscan Quebec x Ontario A mix betwen countryhumans and hetalia I dont own hetalia btw it's manly inspiration form it.

What if you found everything you were looking for in a man you couldn't be with? A man with a respected profession and impeccable honor? A man who is, ultimately, a trap? But what if this man himself made the first move? Would you still resist? Emmanuela Besar has been numb to life ever since her father's infidelity shattered her family. As a child, she only saw her parents' grief and tears, leaving her starved for affection-a wound she carries into her adulthood. All Emmanuela desires is to feel loved and safe. She found this in a man who, ironically, made her life even more miserable. Will she choose to stay blind, clinging to the emotions she's longed for, or will she leave to heal and find true peace?

Hell on Earth becomes real after 12 year old Elizabeth is pulled out of school and flown to New York so her farther can escape the law. After a month of chaos, anger and abuse things change when a certain red haired assassin comes looking for Elizabeth seeking her help. Apologies for Amy spelling or grammar mistakes or sentences that don't make much sense. I give full credit to Marvel for certain characters and storylines throughout the book. The only characters I have created are Elizabeth, her friends and some family members. Thank you.

this story is a real story i heard from a friend and i got consent to write his/her story about him/her being abuse by the people around him/her but i changed the names for privacy