Mechanism Stories

​Sky Wongravee is a man running from his past. A brilliant mechanic haunted by a tragic accident, he spends his nights in a garage, hiding behind tattoos and a reputation for violence. He is the ghost of the boy who once protected Nani Hirunkit-the kid who, years ago, left him behind without a goodbye. ​Now, Nani is back: a glamorous, sassy racing star with a target on his back and a fire for the track. Their reunion is explosive-ignited by a punch, a broken bike, and a grudge that refuses to die. ​As they are forced into a high-stakes partnership in the cutthroat racing world, the line between rivalry and obsession begins to blur. With every late-night repair and near-death race, the wall Sky built around his heart begins to crumble. But in a world of high speed and dangerous secrets, can they outrun their shared trauma, or will their history crash into their future?

In Ravenhill, silence is never empty - it is full of things no one knows how to say. Pearl Lowell has spent years learning how to exist in the aftermath of what shaped her too early. Once a child full of light, she has become a name spoken carefully, a story rewritten by people who were never there to understand it. Rhys Morgan has always believed in order, in control, in the certainty of things that can be measured and achieved. But some people do not fit into certainty. Some connections refuse to fade, even when everything else does. They were once part of the same world - close enough to believe it would stay that way. But growing up in Ravenhill means learning that distance can happen quietly, and that not everything lost is ever truly gone. When their paths cross again, nothing returns as it was. Only fragments remain - of memory, of misunderstanding, of everything left unsaid between them. And in a place where perception travels faster than truth, they are left with one question that neither of them is ready to answer: how do you understand someone you were never truly allowed to know? Some stories are not about what happened but about what was never said.

CYRDEL SONASSON, heir apparent to the Alkaran Throne, is a budding inventor against the wishes of his father, the King. But when a friend from the Inventor's District needs help, he has to drop everything and come to their aid, even going as far as bowing to his father's wishes. Along the way, he must figure out a way to combine two halves of his life and duty before he is forced to give up one for the other. THE SIXTH BOOK OF THE MEMOIRS OF MAYHEM NOVELLA SERIES ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• © 2022 (First Edition) [20,000 - 25,000 words] WARNING: Make sure you read 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 Main Series first before continuing on to this story. The books can be found in a reading list in my profile, @Exequinne. [All graphics are made by @Exequinne]

Alaida Lumarae has it all, beauty, fame,money, and the legacy of one of the most powerful families in the world. But when fragments of another life begin to bleed into her own, she sees vision of herself as a princess, A love she lost in fire and steel. In those memories, Kara Virel - her sworn royal guard. The one who died in her arms, with the little strength she had left telling her, promising her that they would find each other again.

A long time ago, there was a planet on the surface of which a real living Heart was beating. Each of its beat gave life to many wonderful creatures, and humans were no exception. Once, during a mountain collapse, they became afraid that something might happen to the Heart, and built a fence around it. And they started arguing about who is the worthiest defender of the Heart. The fence turned into a wall, and the city rose very quickly around it. Everything that people came up with was immediately brought to life by the love of the Heart. So, they created dolls to help themselves, which significantly accelerated the construction. In the time that was freed up, people took up the war. One day they closed the Heart completely, erecting a dome over it. Miracles stopped happening, and the dolls stopped coming to life. People blamed magical creatures for this and began hunting them. And in order not to stop the construction, they began to chip off pieces of the Heart and insert them into their mechanisms. The city continued to grow. Centuries have passed. The city has propped up the sky with towers. Only fragments of the Heart remained, saturating the black smoke with its breath. Factories that produce nightmarish monsters fed on it. With their help, people continue to wage war with each other for the title of the worthiest defender of the Heart. While it is dying. This is where our story begins... This is a translation in process. So I am open for suggestions and comments on what to improve in the flow of the text.

Wouldnt you like to know weather boy? - whatever. Ill tell you. But you must remain quiet.. For the mechanism might be listening. Years of this monstrous thing has been wandering as we know it , the planet Earth, now simply a big place of wonders, bodies, scraps and muffled screams of the victims. It has been like that since an unknown apocalypse has spread around the Earth.... Who had done it and why? Why does the government keep it a secret? Why is SUCH a things as few pieces of metal and gears are feared by humanity? WHO created that thing? Here in the base is basically everything safe excpet some mediocre sickness.. But if you wanna know some real sickness...Just go outside... with our main character... Jirka.

Hi guys! My real name is Brayden. Today was a very rough day. My uncle's dog killed one of my dogs.. I write stories to cope with bad emotions since it's very rare for me to cry now. I've been hurt too much and I'm losing emotion. Anyways, I thought I'd make a story about me and my imaginary friends... I hope that's not weird... I don't have many friends so... Anyways, please enjoy!

The protagonist wakes up from a deep slumber to find the world destroyed. He begins to struggle for survival, encountering all sorts of bizarre creatures along the way. Amidst the onslaught of mutated beasts, satellite weapons, and biochemical attacks, he fights to stay alive. In this surreal post-apocalyptic world, the joys and sorrows of ordinary people also unfold

Tired of being below the belt? Getting low reads even through your various efforts to socialize around wattpad? Sick of the feeling you aren’t feeling any progress? Annoyed when shallow fanfics-or-what-so-ever get just too much instead of unnoticed book somewhere? Well this is not the book you need, at least for searching improvement. I’m here to list the burdens of being a below average author. (Hate don’t hate, darn me not.)

Years after the Lamb's death secured his freedom, Narinder, the One Who Waits, remains shackled not by chains but by grief. The God of Death cannot forget the loyal follower he ordered to die. Driven by an unshakeable void that no amount of worship can fill, he unearths Lambert's remains and performs an ancient, forbidden ritual.

Three young men were expelled from their hometown. They were scapegoats: victims that society buried while they were still alive. Often such people are either murdered or they are killed over time due to the neglect of society. This case was different. Those that buried these three men didn't realise that those men were seeds..

this book will have images, videos and ways to help you cope with self harm and prevent it from happening. please be safe!!! love you!! ~Auggie

Waking up as a robot is not fun. Trust me.