Findingonesself Stories

Aria has always been the one who saves everyone else. When her best friend Lena fell apart, Aria held her together. When her boyfriend Evan lost his way, she became his compass. And when her own world started to crumble, she smiled through it - because that's what the strong ones do. But strength means nothing when the people you'd die for are the ones holding the knife. One ordinary night, Aria walks into Lena's house and finds the truth - raw, devastating, and unforgettable. The two people who defined her life are entwined in a betrayal that shatters everything she believed about love, friendship, and loyalty. As Aria's world collapses, she must face the hardest truth of all: she's spent her whole life choosing others. Now, she has to learn how to choose herself. Told with lyrical intensity and aching honesty, The Girl Who Chose Them is a story of heartbreak, rage, and rebirth - a journey through the wreckage of betrayal toward the quiet power of self-worth.

Just a little kitten's inner mewsings being pawed into prints... enjoy.

A Wattpad Featured Story! Others call her troublemaker, antagonist, bully, abuser, and even my mother. But I no longer can call her my mom. This is the story why. This is a non-fiction book. All events are 100% true from my life. The writing style is mixed. All chapters are short. A couple are written in easy to read prose, freestyle. The rest of the chapters by necessity are more narrative in style, written in first person. By writing this it is helping me to stop nightmares, and to finally feel free. I also wanted to write this to help others.

People think being a HBIC is easy but it's not as easy as it looks on the outside, there are several things that makes a girl a HBIC and there are rules that you must follow to remain on top being the hbic is never easy it takes time, you have to look hot every second of the day, it takes discipline and it takes a lot of energy and every step you take is watched so you have to think, you miss a step you've missed everything and when I say everything I mean everything.

Nothing goes the way things are planned. But one could only hope it would turn out okay to the very end, even if it feels so bleak in the absence of a special someone. --- Rebecca has finally made up her mind. She would go to London. She would find her Mom. What comes next? Nothing... yet. It's all but a mystery she wishes she could find an answer for. The sooner before the plane lands, the better. If not, perhaps would have to help her on this one again. And perhaps they would with a handful of them at her side. Follow Rebecca once again in the sequel to the Star Struck duology, as she sets on a mission to find her mother and the secrets to the disappearance of the mystic Rigel. With Vincent and his companion joining her, what could go wrong? STAR STRUCK: epilouge continues by @ao_hime ©2022

"Alexa no ,don't kill him "I heard a voice said to me in fear "I picked up the knife and stabbed the man in front of me in his chest " "You killed my family,you made me an orphan while I was just 5 years old,you deserve to die in my hands "I yelled at the dying man "I watched without emotion as the man layed lifeless in front of me " "A satisfying smile crept on my face " "I got up only to turn back and see the one person I never wanted to see this side of me " "What have you done "He said in trembling voice unable to believe what he saw "I didn't mean to "I replied him,this time realizing I did kill someone

When old McDonald's poem became viral and the fame got to his head, daisy decided to run away from the farm before she too got her organs gutted and cooked in a juicy hamburger steak coated with melted mozzarella cheese served with a side dish of mashed potatoes (yum). Now daisy, alone and independent, must live her life finding the truth about her being and why she's so different from the others. And maybe even find love in the most unexpected of places.

Have you ever stopped, taken a break, and just thought about life and the world we live in. Have you ever wondered if there was more to it than just what we see. Have you ever randomly questioned the fairy-tales you grew up hearing. A question that was never answered. It is a question most others would laugh at, find absurd and childish. One every child to ever live has asked. Others might think you are childish and immature to ask such a question. But, is it truly, a childish question. Is it truly childish to wonder and believe in such things. Or is it truly a worthy question with a magnificent answer. Have you ever wondered what the answer is. What is the answer to the question that has been asked by children for centuries. Are our so called fairy tales and legends real? Is Cinderella and her glass slipper all fake or is there more truth in it then we ever thought. More truth than we could have imagined. What about Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Captain Hook and Neverland, are those stories nothing but falsehoods, fakes, fallacies, and lies, or are they true. What about all the different stories, legends, myths, and folktales around the world, told to children as life lessons or bedtime stories. Lies, frauds, fakes, is that all they are, or, are they more than we ever realized, than we ever thought or imagined, are they more real that we want to admit. Are they more real than we have ever truly known.Before this our story begins why not take a moment, just one moment,to wonder if there truly is more to the world then what meets the eye. More than what science tells us. Is there more out there than just what we see, just what we hear or smell. Are all these supposed myths, legends, folktales, and fairytales, really nothing more than fictional stories made to teach lessons or scare children in the night. Nothing more than stories made to fill children's heads with thoughts of happily ever afters, and happy endings. Or are they more true than we have ever known or realized.

"In the enchanting world of 'The Art of Words: A Tale of Serendipity and Creativity,' Emily, a bibliophile with a heart full of dreams, and Ethan, a passionate artist seeking solace in his sketches, find their lives intertwined in the charming corners of a magical bookstore. Their serendipitous encounter sparks a deep connection, forging a bond that transcends the pages of books and the strokes of a pencil. As they explore the realms of literature and art together, they embark on a journey of self-discovery, love, and the beauty of creative expression. Fueled by their shared passions, they inspire each other to chase their dreams and confront the challenges of life and love. 'The Art of Words' is a heart warming tale that celebrates the power of artistic souls coming together, weaving a story of friendship, passion, and the transformative magic found within the pages of a book and the strokes of a brush."

Rosalina is out to make her life her own. She thinks she knows what she wants so she decides everything for herself. She needs a break from her seemingly overbearing mother's grasp so she leaves. With only a few clothes and a couple of granola bars, she sets out to her friend's house but makes a little detour on the way. She meets a guy who has a lot of special friends, but he's pretty special himself. She learns about this whole subculture of people she never knew existed and neither does the world... The title quote is only temporary because I literally have no better name and is from Wendy Craig.

No one could control them Heck, They could barely control themselves Aussie moonlight comes to notice her plain looking new school may not be so plain as it seems from the outside. Inside the gates of charter city and the walls of forseting high school are four God forsaken human like creatures Though they may scare other away she feels drawn for one soul purpose; that they are exactly what she had been looking for all her life, people like her. But besides instant popular and religious parents trying to keep them out of their town, the four are fighting a much bigger fight than high school.

When Life handed Bindya lemons, she said, no thank you, I am allergic to them. When the same lemons were passed on to Brad, he looked at them confusedly and before licking them in a kittenesque manner. Sometimes absolution, purpose and love is a journey that spans continents, generations and navigating the hipster scene before it became cool. Join Bindya and Brad on their extraordinary journey of seeking justice, answers, and above all, love. This story is rated for mature for discussion of sexuality, social justice, gender fluidity, spirituality and liberty.

"...Beauty shouldn't be defined by whether you wear the Deepest Deep Foundation (like me!) or the Translucent one. It's all about confidence in your own skin and in your beauty. It's corny, but it's true." -Jayne Mandat ***************************************************************************************** There are a lot of things Cassy has to learn so she can accept herself for who she really is, all she needs is some guidance and self confidence to learn that its not really hard to live a life as a dark girl. *************************************************************************************** Disclaimer: This is my second story on wattpad (I deleted my first one cause it was terrible).

"She slid down the wall, slamming her head back against it as she sat down with a thud. Tears fell as she let the uncontrollable surge of despondence decide her next few moments. Her life had become a dream. Or at least her brain kept perceiving it that way." A story that follows 19 year old college student Nikki Love as she finds herself on a path of drugs, lust, and exploration that leads her to battle with her grip on reality as she figures out what she is suffering from, and how to make it out with her own sanity. A coming of age story. Refreshingly honest.

It's the year 1890. Hannah Maxfield is a teenage daughter of an Appalachian Mountain Healing Woman who wishes to follow in her mother's footsteps of offering her isolated and impoverished community medical care through herbs and untraditional remedies. Edward Nelson is an arrogant new doctor, fresh out of the Philadelphia Medical School, who abides by his Aunt Margaret Thompson's request to come to the Eastern Kentucky settlement and apprentice under her husband, Dr. Henry Thompson. Mrs. Thompson, a former society lady of Philadelphia, herself, secretly hopes Dr. Nelson takes over the practice completely so her husband can retire and rescue her from a state of loneliness. An Appalchian Story pitches the old against the new, unconventional medicine against proven science and the innocent beauty of a country girl against the refined and educated charms of an aristocratic doctor.

The year is 2397. Everything's changed. Before, I didn't care, but now they want me to choose between Good or Evil. The problem is, I don't agree with either side.

Hello, my name is Amal im going to start my new book hopefully it will be to your guys liking. I just wanted to add im new to writing and everything so please be patient with me and please don't judge my book, my spelling mistakes thank you.Lots of love My Gmail info is amalina251695@gmail.com♡♥★

Adrien and Marinette share a dream, the events of them finding themselves was't going to be an easy journey. So he researches more into the dream's meaning

Amirah Barrah is a young women that hates her Mom and stepdad. When Amirah's father died, amirah completely changed for the worse. She stopped believing in islam and started to hang around the wrong people. What will happen to Amirah when her mom and step-dad decide enough is enough and move Amirah to live with her Aunt that owns a All Womens Islamic University. How will this change Amirahs life and make her change her ways and start to forgive?! Read and find out With love salaam

A song, a poem about my journey through a horizon of shape shifting forms towards the one called Hope. I wrote this on a plane - with the fading warmth of an amber sky throwing a faint light on my fingers, peachish grey clouds huddled up like deep converstation and Coldplay trying to help drown out the sound of a crying baby, a tag that reads " not all those who wander are lost" and me thinking "lucky them."