Fuckedup Stories

She has a company, a fortune, and a name everyone recognizes... everything except the two people who made any of it feel like home. One birthday. One stranger she was never supposed to see again. Then a will with conditions she never agreed to, a marriage that was only ever supposed to be temporary, and a truth someone has been hiding since the day her parents died. How long can two people pretend a contract is all it is?

If I'm writing this, its means I didn't give up. I guess that's nice. It's just short stories, poems and basically all my feelings.

Lemon, Cutting, Insomnia, etc. Dont look if sensitive. There will be rape and other things in here as well. ⚠ some spoilers will be here ⚠ Enjoy though -unknown

Only loving you to their convience.

I want to share something very close to my heart-a story I wrote in my early teenage years. Back then, I didn't know much about the world, but I knew how heavy silence could feel, how hope could rise like a candle in the dark, and how faith sometimes struggles against weakness. I wrote about a man named John, a simple countryside shepherd, fighting his own inner battles while holding on to the Bible and the name of God. The story is set in a hilly countryside where church bells echo at dusk, where shepherds return home with their flocks, and where the statue of Mother Mary with the baby Jesus seems to watch over the people with gentle mercy. In that quiet landscape, between the hills and the fields, John searches for something we all long for-the mysterious inner voice that can guide us through our struggles. This is not just fiction-it is a dreamlike reflection of my own teenage thoughts, my questions about faith, and my longing to understand the silence of God. I hope you read it not only as a story but as a small prayer, written long ago by a young soul who believed in hope more than anything else.

New school, New Lies, New Life Sophia is ready to leave her past behind and start a brand new chapter. Will this new chapter, success?

Alec finds out what happened to Max.

D is a 22 year-old, who has had it all planned out for her. She grew up and still is in a strict household, having wattpad as her only companion. She surely isn't as innocent as she is perceived to be. This is her journal, as she tries to figure out life. The battle between love, money, sex and life. Where will it take her? She is just as average as anyone else who is reading on wattpad at 3am in the morning, promising to go through just that one chapter. We don't have to have a Hardin Scott or Mr.Darcy to be heard. Presenting the mind and life of a 22 year old, she isn't a "saint", "straight A" or one of those "beautiful but doesn't know it girl". She has been through shit and sometimes been one. Well, didn't we all? Jump right in!

Random things by a random girl with random problems by this random society. #50-messedup 😭(best ranked)

"I think when I was born I think me and Jesus had beef. Why would my life be this fucked up". If you think you got it hard think again, because you could never walk a mile in someone else's shoes.

I'm evil for doing this. but anyways I seen that there was like only 2 books on imbrandonfarris so I decided to make a gay one.

Avery Wilson was your average 20-year-old, except for the emptiness that gnawed at her soul. Battered by life's cruel hand, she finds herself teetering on the edge of despair. Can she find a way to escape her torment, or will the darkness swallow her whole?

I have to take back what's mine. And I will.

basic trash oneshots of my ratchet school. don't copyright this shit or i'll find u WARNING: wig may be snatched so don't come and @ me for them ©rainbowaffles started:12-01-18 ended:

fuck

Lmao I wrote this as a request when the eclipse happened in 2017

its all about begging and being hurt. nothing else.

Everest Lovelace had always been described as different. His way of thinking, his choice of speech, his aura, his physical appearance, and his inability to age. Yes in that regard, Everest was quite different from the rest of the human race. He just had always felt pure. Even if the boy himself had proven that to be false. A Juvenile like him didn't deserve such a beautiful appearance and aura. But that's all he was right? A juvenile? It's 4:36 AM. L = Batman (seriously look it up) Justice doesn't have a bedtime, You Uneducated Popcorn seeds.

a brief poem about a recent experience i had with a lover who ignored my pleas for something other than to use me