Fakenames قصص

LA ORGANIZACÍON 6 Veatrice Mante was trained to pose before she could spell her name. Her mother was a runway legend-gracing billboards, magazine covers, and fashion weeks across continents. People called her "The Silhouette," a woman who could command silence with a single glance. Veatrice grew up backstage, surrounded by lights, fabrics, and the scent of hairspray. At five, she learned posture. At seven, she learned how to walk in heels. By ten, she knew how to smile without showing nerves. Her mother was her coach, her mirror, her fiercest critic. "Elegance is discipline," she'd say, adjusting Veatrice's shoulders before a shoot. "You don't just wear beauty-you become it." Veatrice didn't resist. Not at first. She loved the thrill of transformation, the way a camera could freeze a moment and make it eternal. But as she grew older, she began to wonder: was she chasing her mother's shadow, or building her own light? At 16, she walked her first runway. At 18, she signed with a major agency. But behind the glamour, Veatrice was studying-business, branding, psychology. She wanted to understand the machine behind the image. She wanted to own it. By 25, she launched her own modeling academy. Not just for the beautiful-but for the brave. For girls who didn't fit the mold. For boys who were told they couldn't. For anyone who wanted to speak through movement, not just mimic it. Her mother attended the opening, dressed in black, eyes glistening. "You didn't follow my footsteps," she whispered. "You built your own runway." Veatrice smiled, adjusted her posture, and said: "I learned from the best." STATUS: PENDING

This is about my life and things that go on, I will not be using real names or anything, just made up names I will only update when dramatic things go on

Brielle falls for a bad boy that no one approves of not even her friends

This book takes place mostly in school. It's about me and my friends and how we became friends and the stuff we went through during our freshman year of highschool. The book is going to show our ups and downs who we got into it with, how our huge friend group broke apart, and how the 4 of us stayed together throughout everything.

LA ORGANIZACÍON 16 Loisa Jumal didn't grow up in warmth. She grew up in tension. Her family spoke in ultimatums. Love was conditional. Silence was punishment. Every dinner felt like a negotiation. Every compliment came with a price. She learned early how to read moods. How to shrink herself. How to survive without being seen. But Loisa didn't want to survive. She wanted to lead. At 16, she stopped trying to please them. She stopped explaining her choices, stopped absorbing their bitterness. She began studying business-not to escape, but to build something that couldn't be torn down by someone's bad day. She worked through college with no support. Paid her own tuition. Ate instant noodles while drafting her first business plan. She didn't ask for help. She didn't expect applause. At 23, she launched Jumal & Co.-a consulting firm built on clarity, fairness, and boundaries. Now, she walks into meetings with the kind of confidence she was never allowed to have at home. She speaks with precision. She leads with empathy. She builds teams that feel safe, because she knows what it's like not to be. Some say she's cold. She says she's careful. She still gets calls from her family. Sometimes she answers. Sometimes she doesn't. But she no longer bends. And every time she signs a new contract, she whispers to herself: "This is mine. And no one gets to poison it." STATUS: PENDING

I woke up one day and decided you know what I'm just gonna write about my life on Wattpad for everyone to see. This is a real life diary of a possibly nerdy? girl, me. My life might not be the mist interesting one, but who doesn't love a good story especially when you know that all the events in it are actually happening out there somewhere. Plus I get to make up fake names for everyone I know that match their personality. YIPPE! My name is Olivia and I'm turning 13 in eight days. I have grayish silver eyes and brown hair. Unlike most kids my age you can't really classify me into a group. I'm in high honors classes, play lacrosse, I'm a decent artist, and I have adhd. I'm extremely quiet when no around which is pretty much the only reason I'm not part of the popular crowd, which just so happens to be about 70% of the seventh grade. Still I get through with my variation of strange friends.

This is a fanfic for two people from my school that I ship. This is for you! By the way. For safety reasons, their names will be changed to Nick and Mitch. My name shall be changed to Molly My two friend's names shall be Niki and Nala[LION KING, YEEEAAHH] And two people will be Vine and Fox ONESHOT! NO SMUT I don't do Smut. I am sorry, I tried, and instantly deleted the whole story. It was requested of me, as I left school by a friend. She mouthed, 'Lemon' at me and I nodded. Fox, I promise, ill make a Phan lemon if you care? Goodday.

This will be my own version of the Actor AU, I love this AU so much so prepare to have your minds blown! Also, I've yet to actually complete my "promote" for this so be warned. Feel free to add onto my ideas! I'd love to hear them! :D

A group of four kids meet and spontaneously start a cult for kids with trauma. ⚠ Trigger Warnings: May include themes such as s3lf h@rm, body dysphoria, body dysmorphia, su!cide, and other mental health themes ⚠

so I know a bunch of people who are literally living their life like they're in miraculous so I was like, let's write a wattpad about this! enjoy :3

This is about a time when I could have chosen to stand by a watch, but I instead chose to help. This is my entry for the #WonderTheMovie contest. This is an emotional story for me. I almost cried while typing it. Keeping it at only 500 words was very hard, but it was a requirement. Please vote, comment, and share this story.

My life with my best friend that I like to call Miss Snoopy! Yet she rules anyway!!! Even though she scares me sometimes.

Hi, am the type of person that every body knows, but at the same time they don't. Let me tell you my story.

This is about the author's (Dianne) very unexpected dream that has a person she doesn't even really talk to or know too well...stay tuned and contiue reading to know what exactly happened

LA ORGANIZACÍON 4 At 22, Angellica Flores should've been celebrating. She had just graduated-top of her class, the first in her family to earn a college degree. Her parents cried during the ceremony. Her siblings clapped the loudest. Her name was called, and for a moment, everything felt like it was falling into place. But beneath her gown, she was already showing. She had kept the pregnancy quiet, not out of shame, but out of fear. The boy who promised forever had vanished the moment she told him. No calls. No messages. Just silence. So she walked across the stage alone, diploma in one hand, a child growing inside her. Her family didn't turn away. Her mother helped her set up prenatal appointments. Her father built a crib from scrap wood. Her siblings took turns reading baby books aloud, laughing at the awkward diagrams. When her son was born, Angellica held him close and whispered: "You're not a mistake. You're my beginning." She didn't chase the boy. She didn't ask why. Instead, she started small-selling handmade baby items online, using her business degree to track inventory and build a brand. Orders trickled in. Then flooded. She expanded. Hired staff. Opened a storefront. By 27, she was running a full-scale baby goods company, known for its warmth, quality, and story. Her son, now five, sometimes sat in her office coloring beside her desk. Her parents still visited every Sunday, bringing food and folding laundry like nothing had changed. Angellica would look at her boy, then at the business she built, and whisper: "We did it, anak. We're okay." And this time, she didn't just mean survival. She meant joy. STATUS: PENDING

This story is mainly going to be just thoughts about people or the aesthetic of the world. I made this at 7:49 at night, mainly for me, don't judge.

Just a fanfiction about my best friends.

Where Grayson goes to a coffee shop and find the cashier pretty cute. He would go there everyday and use a fake name on his order and she was left curious on what his real name was. But he wasn't going to say for a while. Maybe this daily fake name will turn into real love. Who knows? You will when you read the story.

Two girls Abby and Riley go to school together fall in love text and end up together it all went down hill when Abby suggested breaking up (true story)