Fancy Stories

"ဆည်းဆာတွေက ညနေခင်းမှ လှပပေမဲ့... ကျွန်‌တော်ရဲ့ 'မောင်' ကတော့ အချိန်တိုင်းမှာ အမြဲတမ်း လှပနေတယ်ဗျာ။"

_ඔයා ආස මගෙ ලේ රහාටනම් ඒ ලේ මගෙ නම් ඇයි ඔයාට බැරි මාව ඔයාගෙ කරගන්න ඔයාට ඔන රහා මං හැමදාම ඔයාට දෙන්නම් මාව ඔයාගෙ කරගන්න_

There is very little I remember from my childhood; glimpses of huge, ballrooms lit by crystal chandeliers high above me, a brush of warm fingers straightening my small tie, piles and piles of papers sprawled across a mahogany desk as an elderly man screamed in rage. My brother's warm hands covering my ears. Attempting to protect me. The only warm memory I have is the sweet smell of mochi that i found comfort in, snuggled into my Obachan's side at night. "Remember, mago...the Japanese have one rule, the utmost, absolute law, we abide by," i hummed, sleepily absorbing her words. "never question your family, your legacy. Your honour." And so I hadn't. The questions rose to my mind's surface, then evaporated at the heat of the memory, seared into the neurons. Until she came. Every forbidden argument, every unanswered question....suddenly voiced out loud. A new memory to print over the old one. A pair of burning, fiery, different coloured eyes. Why was she here? "It's all a game," her words I inhaled like the oxygen needed to live. "and i'm going to figure out the rules." And more importantly....what is happening?

This will go in to detail of each of the Daisy's backgrounds.

Three girls all named Daisy.

the future of both two lover, who God have already plan let read how the story watch out.

MY FIRST WATTPAD STORY HOY IRISSA GUMISING KA !!! ano ba oras na tulog ka parin ANONG BALAK MO SA BUHAY!!? Pinag tapos ka namin ng pag aaral para umistambay lang at wag ka ng umasa na ipapamana ng daddy mo yung company sayo dahil never niyang gagawin yon dahil sa kapatid mo yon ipapamana - MAMA FUCK THIS LIFE!! (yelled) - IRISSA

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The beginning of the young traveler, Jose Vanilla. He will later on be known as someone much more impressive.

(THIS STORY STARTS AFTER THE SANCTUARY IS BUILT. ) Caelestis Haven was born beneath a sky that once sang his name. A prince of the empire of Ael'Tharyn and heir to a throne gilded in light, he was destined to rule-until it came crashing down, banished for loving one of another kind. Erased from history, his status was burned away from his life. In the ruins between kingdoms, he is found by something older than history: Esra, the long-silenced deity of stars and the infinite. She names him her prophet, bestows him with visions of distant sanctuaries, spiritual fire, and a world on the brink of collapse. From ash and faith, Caelestis builds the Sanctuary-a hidden refuge for the cursed, the hunted, and the heretical. As war brews and the gods stir in their graves, he becomes a spiritual leader, a reluctant icon, and the flickering flame in a world growing cold. But light always casts a shadow. When Revyn, a winged noble from a distant kingdom, arrives with open arms and a disarming smile, Caelestis welcomes him as an ally. Beautiful, clever, and endlessly curious, Revyn seems to admire the Sanctuary-and Caelestis-more than anything. But behind his gaze lies obsession. Behind his loyalty, espionage. And within him, something dark begins to wake. As prophecy unravels and divine powers fracture, Caelestis must face the truth: The greatest threat to the Sanctuary may not be from above-but from beside him. And the stars... they no longer sing. They warn.

17 year old Mia Anderson has every thing , I mean she has money, shes brilliant / smart , popular and she has alot if friends . One day she realized that her life isn't complete , then she realized she lacked someone to love her , I dont mean friends family or neighbors I mean, love compassionate love towards the other gender. Aden black one of the bad boys of West Shore high seems to get her attention ... what do u think will happen ?

Strawmen, or scarecrows, like to wear fancy ladies' clothing

this is lufalan pasalan & furilan pasalan story story where they where goes capping lufalan pasalan: oh my god we where so tired furilan pasalan: what are we going to do today lufalan pasalan: oh i know Lets go capping lufalan pasalan and furilan pasalan goes capping lufalan pasalan: alright we gonna need one more stuff furilan pasalan: we gonna need snacks stuff to play and even more lufalan pasalan: ok now they building a campfire and a camp to sleep here lufalan pasalan: great we are in the camp furilan pasalan: yeah lufalan pasalan: im hungry furilan pasalan: lets eat now lufalan pasalan & furilan pasalan eating but then suddenly something came out Jamiera cat: "cames" jamiera cat: what are you all doing lufalan pasalan: we're just eating in the camp jamiera cat: oh ok jamiera cat: well if you won't get jumpscared by gori black Lufalan pasalan: A GORI BLACK!!!!!!!! jamiera cat: hey im just joking jamiera cat: there is no gori black lufalan pasalan: oh ok cat: hi lufalan pasalan and furilan pasalan and Jamiera cat: hi cat: ooooo you got a pretty nice camp here furilan pasalan: well what do you think cat: cool cat: oh oh by the way do you wanna hear a joke lufalan pasalan and furilan pasalan and Jamiera cat: ooh ok cat: what do you call cat: 12 Dogs in the Bucket lufalan pasalan and furilan pasalan and Jamiera cat: what cat: FALLING DOWN IN THE MOUNTAIN!!!!!! lufalan pasalan and furilan pasalan and Jamiera cat and cat: *laughing the end and credits to sdefem for commenting on my battle cats animation video :)

A poetry novel that is a mix of a book and a poem book this book follows a young boy who has never spoke and was always hated but he wants revenge your gone read Max's poems and in the end you will be in shock WARNING ⚠️ "murder" "language" Depression RATED 15+

Holding my pen , Writing some random thing on paper , holding my head between my hands then close my eyes and think......... , words are my escapism , paper is my world , pens are my hideaway and reading is my passion . Join me by reading this book so that you can know the real me , and you should remember that " We Lose Ourselves In Books And We Find Ourselves There Too " The Writer . M

Maria is an artist and her life is normal until she decides to move to New York to become an artist and she meets Will, a flawless city boy. What will Maria's life become when she falls in love.

Corey, is a girl who has been traveling with her parents for her whole life due to their jobs as writers. She's off to a new place but this time her parents have promised her that this is the place is permanent. No more moving. No more adjusting to new places. This is her final home.

⇘. . . ೃ࿐ 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕪 𝕓𝕚𝕠𝕤 𝕓𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪; ⚘ೃ⊹,, '-𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖- ╰►𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕪 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕. ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

You may recognise some more than others. Starting off with only a fickle memory and threats wanting to pry away at his mind, trying to get him to remember what they are fighting for. Within the late hours of his remembrance, resting broken minded, shards of memories and ideas lost, his only memory being the smell of her hair and a tasteless hint of Scotch. Together with his group he will learn what it was, to be the one fighting for something again, to be the man he always wanted to, starting from scratch. Following his father's true footsteps into a world of unforgettable events that coated lives in hardship, pavements with bodies and a loose facade of trust and leadership. Can the brain manage these terms?

One Direction is on a much needed break from touring and are looking forward to a relaxing time with their families and girlfriends. But when new friends turn out to be old enemies, it wreaks havoc upon the group and their relationships.