No-love Stories

Before you read this just know, this is NOT a love poem. A poem about being aro-ace

just an archive so I don't have everything in my notes app lmao

Helena Romano isn't just a mafia boss. She's the storm they never saw coming.

In this story a typical high schooler goes about there day until a unexpected twist happens now they must than survive

Not quite sure how to describe the book. It includes skateboarding-like things (it's where I got the idea). There's pretty much no romance though (I know, if something is titled 'Her', it should have some romance). I think it might be good, but I'm not quite sure yet. The name won't actually make sense until a while into the book though (and I have yet to write that part yet, but I do know how it'll go in my head).

Our protagonist boards a plane to a vacation of their dreams, but their fantasy is interrupted by the plane being compromised by a dangerous threat

Would telling each others true feelings from five years ago could make things right? Will they'll be having a chance? Or is it too late now? (PS: I just made this one because Im tired of thinking 'bout my unrequited love..Its about him,and Ill just add some drama on it) ✌

There between kids virgins are called balloons. But what if one girl doesn't want to be a ballon anymore? Will anybody 'help' her? WARNING: might contain sexual scenes

Everyone says that depression is bad and can ruin your life but for me, it is what keeps me alive. I have no joy. I have no happiness. I have no excitement. Those words were lost years ago when my father killed my mother and left without a trace while drunk which crushed me and now I live with my friend with no family. Constantly bullied. Bad grades. I have nothing in life. I should just end it all. I beat all the scars from depression but now I wanna make the scars for others. Murder. A word that makes me sick but my body is tempted to do it...

He left me. He took my childhood. And he left his child. The only question I had, Was where was he.... •Has nothing to do with my previous story, A Boondocks Baby•

My name is Nikki. Nikki Phillips to be exact. My life is full of new adventures but my past is usually filled of bad ones mostly my childhood

in a world where mana, or magic some people called it. With a tower in each country, these tower max height was never found, nor how many floors they possessed. there exists 'Players', climbing the tower endlessly, each floor beginning harder then the last, with increasing rewards for clearance of a floor. [Hello players, we honourable greet you for becoming the first floor finisher globally.] [Achievement reward: Regression.] when l heard the word 'regression', I thought it would be all sunshines and fun. now looking back, I should had never been the first one to clear it. ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ There may be grammar mistakes!!!

"A walk in the woods helped me release tension and relax, the fact that I was dragging a body behind me should've been irrelevant," Warning: This book contains sensitive subjects, upsetting scenes, violence and swearing, read at your own risk.

This story is about a girl who has just shifted into another house and found something terrible. (Short story)

Humans have started making clones, referred to as "Agents", with their own DNA in a desperate attempt for power. After Travis Graves's daughter gets shot, Agent 91 is sent on a final "training session" in order to hunt down and kill the one behind the trigger. *Inspired by the Hitman games* Warning: Violence/ blood

You want a description? Typical people. Typical humans. Typical LIVING BEINGS. To scared or unsure or confused or repelled to read a story unless there is a description. You make me sick. If I had a stomach that is. Or a brain. Or mind. Or soul. Or personality. Or memories. Or feelings. Fine, if you insist on a description! This is messed up. You are messed up for clicking on this. I am messed up. The ruler of messed up. There is that enough? No? (-_-) Fine. I'll give you more. There is nothing here. There never was and there never will be. There is no fourth wall either, as you can tell from this 'description.' I am still debating whether I exist. No body or mind or soul or voice or feelings or memories or likes or dislikes. So let me tell you a story. Or a couple. Or a few. A story about T H E E N D. So click if you dare.

It's not always about how long.. Or how far you've come. It's who your heart wants.. But sometimes, sometimes it's not just our heart. It's our demons

What a naive, hopeless, infatuated young man will do and what will happen to him through the years (!) that he was in love with her. A true story.

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