Niceread Stories

Lol, idk what this is.. it's about a summer camp? Yep. Hopefully doesn't look shit. Warning; this novel most likely includes... .Swearing (Most-likely)🤬 .Homosexuals 👁🫦👁 .Very gay 🏳️‍🌈 .Homophobic comments 🫤 .Prob my bad editing and writing skills 😙👍 .Kissing/Smooching/making out/whatever you call it 💋 .Might be 13+.. mostly fluff, no smut. 🦽🚫 .Violence🤺 .Blood/injury 🩸🥲 I think that's all, (hopefully) anyways read if you want, or not haha.. just don't hate it's my first story so it's BOUND to suck 🫠. There are a lot of emojis in this story so if you don't like them I suggest you don't read it? Yeah. 😓 (Old and discontinued) -M

Forced isolation for too long 6 years...

I wanted to write this story so that I could put everything I felt down in the hope that it will help me move on. Short story on love, loss and rejection. Letters two people sent each other through these three phases. Pieces of it are real most are made up but the feeling is totally genuine. I dedicate the book to him. Because of him I am happier and stronger and so much more beautiful.

A story about a boy who used to be in a gang secretly gets out and how his best gang friend and some school friends help him hide from being found

Mr.Baxley walked up the road from his house as he watched the moon just barely peek its head over the hazion. The steps he took hit the dirt road with a heavy thud as he hurried along the open path. All around Mr.Baxley were big oak trees and large houses with huge front porches. But there was one in particular Mr. Baxley was looking for. One belonging to an old friend of his. Mr.Baxley turned the corner in the road and looked ahead and saw the house and smiled.

He was supposed to be a temporary distraction. I was supposed to be the girl he forgot. But somehow, between late-night talks, soft smiles, and all the things we swore we didn't believe in, we became each other's favorite mistake. He taught me that love isn't always fireworks - sometimes it's quiet, healing, and terrifyingly real. But what happens when the past we both ran from starts to catch up... and loving him means risking everything I've built to protect myself? A story about timing, healing, and the kind of love that finds you when you stop looking.