Fakenames Histoires

Nurses are everywhere all over the Pokémon world. They run Pokémon Centers with wide smiles and heal people and Pokémon. They look alike with their rose colored hair, matching uniforms, and blue eyes. Each one of them are all referred to by one name: Joy. One young nurse still dreamed of living her own life someday though. Only in Unova, three young men served a man named Ghetsis- the true mastermind of Team Plasma. They are the masters of darkness, and travel through shadows. Each of them has identical stark white hair, silver eyes, and dons their signature dark clothing as well as a mask. These three men are the Shadow Triad. They served Ghetsis with the utmost loyalty. Two faces once veiled by nationally known identities that had overcome their own, now revealed to all the wrong people. What truths were hidden beneath these expert facades? Pokémon fanfiction Cover by @Sheare

Nene raised her head, her hair gently swinging, as she looked up at him. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly and tears in her ruby eyes, "What am I... doing wrong, Hanako?" she whispered, remorse flooding her voice. Hanako stood, silently watching her, his head tilted down towards her, and shook his head. She released a shaky sigh, her hands gripping tightly onto her skirt. Inhale Exhale Inhale also available on Archive of Our Own.

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 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

a girl is on the phone with her friend after getting dumped so her friend gives her this girls number and she starts texting her and learning a lot about her and ends up having a little crush( this is my story everything about this is completely real but I changed everyone's name including my own)

This is a CNC BDSM story! Both parties are switches.

LA ORGANIZACÍON 10 Aesha Drada was born from a fleeting encounter-but raised with enduring love. Her mother met her father in a bar in Manila. One night. No promises. But she remembered his name: Drada. American. Passing through. When Aesha was born, her mother gave her that name-not out of longing, but out of the truth. "You deserve to know where you came from," she said. "Even if he never stayed." Her father, as it turned out, was no ordinary man. He was a celebrated architect in the United States-praised in magazines, invited to speak at universities, known for his bold lines and impossible structures. Aesha grew up knowing this, but never reaching for it. He had built towers. Her mother had built her. She was raised in the province, surrounded by rice fields, rusted rooftops, and the steady rhythm of her grandparents' care. Her lolo built furniture from scrap wood. Her lola cooked with love and told stories that bent time. Her mother worked long shifts, never bitter, never ashamed. Aesha didn't grow up asking why. She grew up building. She sketched houses in the dirt. She traced shadows on the walls. She saw beauty in broken things-cracked tiles, leaning fences, roofs patched with tin. Her grandfather once said, "You don't just see homes, you see hope." At 23, she graduated with honors in architecture. Now, at 26, Aesha Drada runs her own firm-known for blending rural souls with modern grace. Her projects echo the warmth of her childhood: open spaces, natural light, homes that feel like memory. She still visits her hometown often. Her grandparents' house stands strong, renovated but untouched in spirit. One afternoon, a local boy asked, "Did your dad help you become an architect?" Aesha smiled, knelt beside him, and said: "No. My mother and grandparents did all that." And the boy nodded, like he understood. STATUS: PENDING

Based on True Events

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.

Kein: Did you read the description of this profile? No? WELL FUCKIN READ IT!- //slapped// Rein: KEIN! WHAT IF THEY'RE READING THIS WITHOUT WIFI?! Kein: Oh shit... *clears throat* This is Rein. I am here to tell you the real description. There is this one peculiar (read: weird) "family" that lives in a classified location in Japan, Akihabara. There are five people. Gilliana Trample (or Gill) the "Grandmother" (or as we sweetly call her, Grandma Ketchup) She loves K-pop and Anime. She's an Otaku. She loves anything Korean and Japanese related stuff. She also reads books (mostly fan fics on Wattpad.) Next is Xylene Trample, my "Mother". Dunno why. She also likes Anime. She's an Otaku. And lazy. Moving on. Next is me! Rein Trample. The... "Husband" of the "generation." Like Gill and Xylene, I also LOVE anime. And I am in the brink of turing into a K-pop fan. (Blame Gill and Kat) And I am the laziest one of them all. And I read in both Wattpad AND in real life. I am the definition of a Nerd and a Bookworm and a lazy-ass. Next up is Xane Naver, my "Wife". Dunno why tho. She is a Fotaku. (A person who lies that she/he likes anime. Go check out The Anime Man's YouTube video about this.) Actually no, not really. She watched some serieses but not a lot. And last but not least, Kein Naver-Trample, the "Child". Again, I dunno why. She is also a K-pop and anime fan. She is shorter than any of us (HAHAHA GET REKT KEIN!) and is an Otaku. For more information, go check this book-with-a-long-ass-title out! Anyways, this is our book of "struggles" All: STRUGGLES? YEAH RIGHT! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX This is original work created by the five of us. Yes. All of us are real. This is based on true people. But the stuff that's happening here is not. And these are not are real names, and we do not live in Akiba (Though I wish so TT^TT) We all have separate accounts too. (Except for Xylene) Go check it out in our profile. Made: February 01, 2017 Completed:

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

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

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

All my sad, depressing, negative thoughts. (BTW, none of the character names are real.)

Not from roblox :D

There is the one girl, who is only seen with a long leather coat/jacket. She has no siblings. She's used multiple fake names. Her mom and late father never knew she was transporting crates for their mafia team. She and her mother were both accused of murdering, poisoning, killing, or burying him alive. All we know about Jed Derrowski was that he died somehow. Without a funeral. It is much assumed that the other Derrowski members buried him after he was led into a torture chamber and died.