Cyanide Stories

Meet Alaknanda Naidu, The short Rowdy girl who hates doing everything lady like. She looks kind, sweet and beautiful but once she opens her mouth she's opposite to what she looks like. A beautiful Cyanide Meet Tavish Kumar, The silent blended-into-walls introvert who also topper of the class. No one literally knows him, but they know he exists at the corner of the class always reading some book. A silent Cupcake What happens when these two opposites fall in love? Cupcake & Cyanide NG

this is a story about Chrisandthemike, Carflo,cyanide all like each other #CyaChrisFlo everyone

FEATURED ON WATTPAD YOUNG ADULT PROFILE! *** When ten-year-old Ruby Davies gets tricked by the Devil into giving up her soul in return for her mother's life, she wants nothing more to do with the cunning thief. At least, giving up her soul seemed like a fair and reasonable price at the time. Eight long years later, with a condemned life banned from all holy contacts and soul forever destined to perish in eternal fire and torment, Ruby still wants absolutely nothing to do with the lying soul thief. Until he comes once again with an irresistible offer only the biggest of fools would refuse... And if there's one thing we've learnt from history, it's that no one learns from history, and with her designated time running fast out of hand, Ruby is about to find out just how scary history could be if and when repeated. ** OMG, I think I'm gonna die, how does your book keep getting BETTER?! >> @AdultOfTheFuture** **Your writing is simply exceptional, I read this without thinking, "ugh! I've read this in a book before." >> @tinaiswhat_** *FEATURED ON WATTPAD NEW ADULT, "WEREWOLVES ARE THE NEW VAMPIRES, PARANORMAL/URBAN FANTASY" READING LIST* *Featured on Wattpad general fiction reading list* *Featured on Wattpad official Young Adult 'The Conjuring' Reading list* *Second place in The Spring Awards, Paranormal genre* *First place in the Ruby Awards, 2020, Paranormal genre* *First place in The Ecco Awards, Horror /Paranormal genre* *** All Rights Reserved ©lola12033 ***

I realized that I write a lot of short stories and it would be simpler to just use one book with all of the in it. Remembering Sunday- Based off of a song of the same name by All Time Low. If you want a link, just ask. The Angel's Eyes- This is the story of an unnamed small town boy and Perdita, the fallen angel.

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You know this gist of the story from the title, do I really need to explain it? Oh, to the new people clicking on this book, hi. I'm Cyanide, and this is the second chapter of my story.

I was reading Supernova (it destroyed me btw) and decided to do some more Renegades stuff so here ya go. Once again none of these are mine, I found most of them on tumblr. Hope you laugh at least slightly while reading, forcefully exhaling air through your nose works too. Spoiler warning for all 3 books and there might be a few swear words here and there

-- ❝Because in the end, she is pure, cherry cyanide in a tube, and he is only the boy who talked to her on a dusty sidewalk, who comforted her once on an autumn's evening, who couldn't tell her what he truly felt in time.❞ A not-quite-love story in a meandering sort of way.

Who's the considered the murderer and who's the murdered in a house where everyone is killing each other?

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Just stories from beginning,middle or end which will probably never get the full story

There are two kinds of stories: the ones that are mirrors and the ones that are windows. I look a lot at the mirror and ask what do I see, if I see something. But when I look through the window I feel so much emotions, it's so amazing the amount of colors that I can see even though it scares me sometimes I could get lost in there. You go through hell and now it makes you see things a different way. You know what can be hidden behind a smile. And then... I'm not a writter or a poet, but walking, looking, breathing, just living.. inspires me to write; To put in some lines what others can't see, what is hidden. Writing to understand; To put in some lines the colors of the forgotten ones. Writting to find out who I am. Every color is extraordinary, every color has it's mistery..

Melanie Martinez's Tag you're it continued

beware because i am gonna add smutt here now