Enteratyourownrisk Stories

LGBTQ+ - Philophobia: abnormal, persistent, and unwarranted fear of falling in love or emotional attachment.

This is not another Fan-Fiction. This is not another Teen Love Story. This is merely a book about a girl who is trying to fit into this "perfect world". Throughout this book you will see the struggle of an average African American girl, who is trying to fit in. This book may be from my point of view, and my experience, but its all about what you intake from it. Perhaps by the end of the book, said girl will find an important life lesson, that she should've listened to all along. Enter at your own risk.

I am no specialist on making book covers, so if you don't want to be disappointed... then probably this isn't the right place. So enter at your own risk. Edit: at this point I've kind of officially left Wattpad since I never come on here again. I'm still able to be contacted through Twitter or Instagram!! I'm still 100% up to do covers! I'm going to make individual accounts for covers since most of you will definitely not want to know about my daily life. But if you do want to know what I'm actually like you can ask for those already existing accounts.

the junk drawer of my profile (:

Reminder this is a Fan base chromasylum universe This ward is the first gate in the Chromasylum, and it's not just dark-it's a funeral for your former self. If you're looking for healing or clarity, turn back. The Black Ward is for those who've already broken... and decided to walk anyway The Black Ward | "From despair, something sharp still survives." The Black Ward is not a beginning-it's what's left after everything ends. Forged from grief, forged in silence, this is the first domain of the Chromasylum. A place where light isn't just absent-it's unwelcome. Here, memories rot in the walls and emotions bleed into the air like soot. The architecture feels wrong, like a song played backward or a thought you shouldn't have had. The Black Ward calls to the broken, the bitter, and the buried. It feeds on regret and turns it into jagged truth. Those who enter are forced to face every version of themselves they tried to forget. Not to overcome them-but to become something forged from their ashes. The key to this ward is obsidian and bone, carved by emotion, humming with pain too old to have a name. Some say the Black Ward is a test. Others know it's a tomb.

Shudder-some one shots Enter if you DARE DO NOT READ AT NIGHT At the end of the one shots if you didn't pee your pants then you will go down in history as one of the bravest