Misrable Stories

📌 DISCLAIMER This story is FICTIONAL. All names, characters, places, and etc are imagined by me ofc. As a beginner I would like to hear your thoughts for my story and maybe I could improve that. He built a garden to tell everyone they belonged. He never thought he would be the one who needed to hear it most. A cruel lie came between them. She ran back with the truth but arrived only moments too late. What will remain when all hope is gone and all that is left is memory? Let Hale's Kung Wala Ka carry the weight of every word left unsaid. He kept the gate open and the lanterns lit waiting for the one person worth staying for. A forged letter broke all he held dear. She came back with the truth but found only silence waiting. Not all love gets to be enough. Not all stories get a second chance. Let Hale's Kung Wala Ka carry every piece of what was lost. He carved the words you belong here for every lost soul. He never guessed he would be the one left behind. She raced back with the truth but arrived too late to save the hope that built this garden. This is the story of a love that never got to stay. Let Hale's Kung Wala Ka carry the last of it. Copyright © 26 AuthoCsep

Weird entities have been appearing all around Ryan Dale's hometown, but he thinks it's just his imagination after he just had the worst day of his life. He'd just bought a room at the cheapest motel he could find and planned to start over. As he was walking to the store to get food, he was suddenly dragged into the alleyway by an impossibly tall figure. Luckily, he was saved by a group of people, but was later kidnapped by them for investigation purposes. He then realized that they were attracted to him for some odd reason and were determined to kill him. He obviously CAN'T go out there since there were some scary ass figures in black, so now he has to stick with these people trying to research and get rid of these things.

WilBea Fan's this is all for you guys💜🫶 dahil Wilbear din ako💜🫶 ‎My name is Lavida. Call me Vrrie. ‎I pay the bills. I have two brothers. I carry a family that sometimes feels like it's breaking me. ‎ ‎Chaos lives in our house. ‎Two brothers. A foster father who tried. A mother whose words about me felt like knives. And Lola - the only soft place left. ‎"Unwanted." That's the word that started a war between me and my mother. A war I'm still fighting. ‎ ‎I was taught early tha t love has conditions. That I had to earn my place. ‎Until he came. He didn't ask where I came from. He didn't care if we fit. He just stayed. And for the first time, I felt important. ‎ ‎This is not a story with a happy ending yet. ‎This is a story about survival. About being the eldest when you're still a kid yourself. About finding one person who makes the chaos bearable. ‎ ‎If you've ever been told you were a mistake, read this.

كوني فتاة مطيعة هل هذا يعني ان اتنازل عن حق اتخاذ القرار؟ و ما العاقبة؟ كيف سأختار؟ °•°•↑°•°•⁦⁦⁦๑˙❥˙๑♡⁦๑˙❥˙๑⁦♡°•°•°↑•°•°

What a fine, miserable life I've got that I yearn for a life to live that is completely different from this one...

I am tired of my head and I love to read and write so maybe shearing my thoughts that weight me down everyday at odd hours is what will help. Don't expect masterpiece, just some real unhinged thoughts of woman who got to adulthood. I didn't expect I'll make it this far, yet I'm here and I have no idea what I am doing.

WARNING: THE BEGINNING ISNT SIN, BUT LATER ON IS SIN... OK. Alright. I've had enough. I did it. Don't say shit about it. 18+, if you're not, get ready for the biggest ride of your life! Also, maybeeeee your parents literally killing you.

"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩." "I hate you more than anything else!" he said coldly, his eyes burning with disdain. But instead of anger, her lips curved into a mischievous smile. "At least you feel something for me. And something is always better than nothing, my Love." Her voice was soft, almost dreamy, as though hatred itself was a form of intimacy for her. With that, she turned her back to him, still smiling faintly, and drifted into sleep. He stared at her in disbelief, his chest rising and falling with unspoken emotions. ✿ ✯ ✿ He was everything, she wasn't. Full of life, innocent, kind-hearted, and charming enough to win anyone's heart. A true prince charming, with dreams too pure for the world, he was about to enter. And she? Cold. Arrogant. Ruthless. The kind of girl, who'd burn down the world for what she wanted. But fate had other plans. When Adhrit Mishra, a simple boy from a middle-class family, crosses paths with Anaisha Mehrotra, an arrogant heiress of unimaginable power, he never imagined, that one encounter would change his destiny forever. What started as arrogance, soon turns into obsession - the kind, that blurs the line between love and possession, desire and destruction. Now trapped in Anaisha's twisted world of passion, power, and control, Adhrit must face a terrifying truth - love isn't always tender, and some cages are built with affection, instead of iron. Will he survive her madness? Or will he end up loving the very reason for his misery? ✿ ✯ ✿ Thankyou for giving this story a chance!

One day they'll know you by your dreams and not your fears.

This city's gonna break my heart This city's gonna love me and leave me alone The aftermath of a relationship. - I love this song and pictured something in my brain that I needed to get out 'cause it haunted me for a long time. I write about Camila a lot and it lowkey bothers me.

"I'm deathly afraid of discovering who I was, am and will be. What if I'm not everything I expected?"

*This book contains made-up, and realistic events. Names have been changed for personal reasons* 2 teenage girls, 1 friendship. These girls try to put a stop to the nasty bitches that rule their school. both girls will face heartbreak, bullying, and heartache. Charley the hottie of the school, Ariel and Alice the freaks of the school, have a clique of their own to go to war with the populars. They will have 3 years at what feels like hell. Get ready, set, Attack the populars, kill the evil bitches they are.

❝I want to live my own life❞ . . 𝔦'𝔪 𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱 . . 𝔦 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤 . . 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓾 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶? . . Revenge is all I need!! Started: 9th January 2022 Ending: . . Status: Ongoing . Ranks I don't mind if y'all comment 😅

With shivering hands, I opened the door which leads to the castle. The whole castle was quiet and dark. The only noise I heard was a loud thudding of my feeble heart. I walked through the castle towards the only ray of light, moreover the only ray of hope for me to survive. As I take each step, I felt like walking over a hundred daggers. But after what it feels like forever, I finally reached the knob of the door. Without being hesitant, I opened to reveal My Hope, My Destiny, My Only Light in the Darkness, My Man.

It took me a while to accept that my school isn't an ordinary one. Normal schools accept you because of an impeccable academic record. I got accepted because I set somebody on fire with my mind.

Four boys went driving to chill their heads, while driving, the driver fell asleep which almost killed them, after waking up in a strange place, they found themselves in a different world.

How to try to reconnect, get over, and find another best friend.

Aileen was a sweet, innocent, young girl with a hopeful future in a loving family. However at the tender age of twelve she was captured by slavers and sold to a brutal warlord. Now at seventeen, she was hardened and jaded by beatings and more unspeakables. Willard was a fine young man, whose family was in turmoil. He's father was dead and his elder brother was a disgrace. Their farm was failing and if he couldn't save his mother and sisters with a plow he'd do it with a sword, even if that meant signing on with a dishonorable warlord. Aileen was as resigned to her fate as Willard, but maybe after they meet they may be able to change their awful fate.

Death is inlove

I tried to rewrite those stories that I once wrote and didn't finish it, because I end up knowing that I can't. I can't because I know that not every story in this world needs it ending too soon and not every story has a happy endings like in fairy tales. There are different kinds of stories that I make, but the fact in those stories is that it only has one goal to aim and one thing to deal with. And it's about dealing about life. I don't know if my life is such a thrill or that is just what I want ever since. I think it's just too mysterious that even myself doesn't know what's the point of why I'm here in this world. I've always wanted to know what is my purpose in this, and that's if I have one. There are too many stories in this world to believe in, but there is only one story that is telling the truth. And there are just to many fVcking things in this world that is sh!ting around, that includes the people influencing surrounding us.