Latenitereading Stories

teddy and morgan change as the seasons do. what never does is the gnawing in their hearts. 🌙 🌟 🪐 "star rivers?" "uh. . . yeah. star rivers. if they all met, they'd loop together like star rivers."

Late night prose.

A story about a boy who's just trying to survive. Maybe he'll even learn to live. In which he tries to do everything to make it out of that wretched house.

He's back at it again

For anyone that's out there searching for new reads.. These are my personal favorite stories on Wattpad! I find myself searching for longer and completed stories to read. Hopefully this can help someone in the same predicament. ***Warning: You may lose some sleep as I find these stories are addicting and have made me pull all nighters.. Note: I am not claiming any of these stories as mine.

You know those writing prompts on Pinterest? Yeah, that's what you'll find here. Creative dump I guess ? Stay tuned.

A collection of thoughts, short stories and descriptions written late at night.

"so that is your ex's shirt... Huh?" I still have my back to her doubt myself to control my smile. "no Mr. Mikaelson, I don't have any ex. To have a shirt in your wardrobe. You do not need a man in your life. All you need to do is go to the store, pay, and get it. And before you go on rambling, which women buy so many shirts. Then it's me because the shirts are cheaper than dresses and they are bloody comfortable in bed at night. And I am bloody miser to spend money on stupid things," this time I let my smile appear on my face. suddenly her anger is the most intruding thing, and the thought that I am wearing her shirt entertained me "Are you sure that is the only reason, or you have felt those feeling like cross-dress.." I knew without turning she will fume and sense something coming toward me. I dodge it. Zoya a chirpy weirdly perfect girl in New Orleans. A close friend of Finn or might be only one. fearless orphan friendly troublemaker too sarcastic for own good TECHY

a collection of late night thoughts, typically concerning the void that consumes many.

A collection of my thoughts and poetry about love, loss, hope and depression.

Only if you love rain...

Little tidbits of writing from a random burnt-out uni student

I find it funny that...

This book is under the category "fan fiction"; hence the term fiction; hence the fact that this story isn't real and Dalton Wixom is actually a nice guy, unlike the image of him portrayed in this story. WARNING: Some sexual scenes, mild language.

These are just my late night thoughts and feelings! As I share my feelings please don't hate, i am sharing them in hopes someone may relate! Thanks🫶

Studying abroad in Seoul, South Korea. A fresh start in a new place and the home of his ancestors, Kyle Black who has lived his whole life in America and never set foot on a foreign country living with his great aunt not knowing what the future has in store for him.

Poems of my chaotic life