Onlychild Stories

Why does love has to hurt? Why is it meant to break you in innumerable ways possible? Why can't my life go the way i want it to work? Why do i love so hard, that I have to break harder? I have really had enough now!! "Zindgi mai bhaut badi galti kardi..pyaar karke Now, I'll make sure, never to fall in this EVIL LOVE ever gain!!!" Love is really evil!! It..it shattered my whole personal life! Now, I cannot take the risk of falling miserably again, not because of such a silly thing! - self made CEO of Navi innovations, Vaishnavi

Dear Reader, Summer made me discover my one true roommate: A freezer. This book is about surviving the heat with books, boredom, random adventures, and frequent visits to the coldest member of the family. Surprisingly... It was an excellent listener. Enjoy. Read also: 1. How An Only Child Loses Sanity 2. Professional Overthinker Since 2012 3. I Ran Out Of Hobbies At Fourteen Coming soon: 1. I Have A Love-Hate Relationship With Mondays

Dear Reader, Welcome inside my brain. It's full of random thoughts, imaginary conversations, overthinking, unnecessary psychology facts, and jokes nobody asked for. I can't promise you'll become saner after reading this. In fact... You might leave talking to your wall. :3 Enjoy. Read also: 1. I Ran Out Of Hobbies At Fourteen 2. Professional Overthinker Since 2012 3. How I Became Roommates With A Freezer Coming soon: 1. I Have A Love-Hate Relationship With Mondays

Dear Reader, If you've opened this book because you're bored... Congratulations. It's just random stuff I find oddly boring and want to make them fun :3 You're about to read the collection of unfortunate hobbies, questionable decisions, and true stories of someone who got so bored she accidentally studied psychology, made her own Uno deck, and started arguing with a tennis ball. Don't ask about the uneven Uno cards, I tried my best. Enjoy. Read also: 1. How An Only Child Loses Sanity 2. Professional Overthinker Since 2012 3. How I Became Roommates With A Freezer Coming soon: 1. I Have A Love-Hate Relationship With Mondays

A young girl called Annie gets kidnapped and her life is never the same again.

Lola is a girl who nobody notices yet everyone notices her She happens to become friends with her high school seniors and they've been really close She has always had a crush on one of them and his name is Anderson also known as Teto What happens when what she thought was love wasn't real Read the journey of Lola as she seeks love - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This book might be crappy but please give it a chance There will be cursing and some mature scenes I won't write smut unless you guys want me to And remember - vote - comment - share

Abigail stays home alone one day while her mother is at the market and hears a knock when she opens the door thinking it's her mother... it's not what she expected.

The kingdom of a Lord Avalon. May have been a glorious one. But this was before i was born. The one person that disgust me, i hated with ever piece of my being, and lusted for only one thing... that which was his very own death. by my hands alone. But i never had the strength to do on my own... Till one fateful night, my world changed. The lies of my life started to unfold. Things, places, and even the very people that surround me. Are nothing but lies. Something happened to my mother.... Something happened to me... I looked out my window with tears, Thinking there was nothing left. That i had nothing else to fight for. Lord Avalon had control over everything in my world.... Until the gods, final showed me a way out. Showed me world, i never knew The fire is now at full blaze... The passion, and lust i have craved for so long. Will be coming straight for the one that has done me wrong. ** Looking out of a new kingdoms window. The dark storms are coming, i can hear the massive thunder. blasting everything in its path. ** All i have to say.... IS HELL HAS NOTHING, ON ME. WHEN THE BLOOD COMES THRU MY EYES!!! I FIGHT FOR MY BLOOD!! I FIGHT FOR WHO I AM!! LOOK INTO MY EYES.... AS YOU SCREAM YOUR LAST SCREAM.. TALE ME.. CAN YOU SEE THE BLOOD WITH IN MY RED EYES ?!?!

A day meant to be special for Lola turns into a nightmare because of her anger issues

Prisca Clinton is the only child of the Clinton's read this book to see how her life as the only child goes

He confessed to his childhood friend right before she travelled far away but didn't get any reply. Decided to try his luck out in HS and got a girlfriend

Mature theme warning!!! This story is about a girl who feels really lonely. When she gets mad she can lash out. She has problems with making friends and allowing people to get to know her. *********************************************************** As for the sweater.. I'd have to fix that another time and hope people don't notice it. I walked out of the bathroom and slowly to math as the demons in my head screamed at me. 'Great job, screw up. Was that your plan? To bleed and hope he felt bad for you!? You're such a stupid attention seeker. You're no freaking different than anyone else.' "I hate you." I said quietly. To my thoughts. To my head. To myself in general.

Moving to a new town, making new friends is always going to be a challenge. Lonely Austen hates his creepy new house. Feeling emotionally abandoned by his parents, Austen is willing to make friends with anyone, including the strange monster-creature that lives in his wall. As their friendship grows, the monster-creature, Freddy Fanshawe, helps him to see the world through a different lens. This story will come in parts. I will regularly. Teenagers/Young Adult audience. Creepy content. Parents need to check content is suitable.

Late night musings inspired by slam poetry that opened old wounds deep in my soul. This was written for my brother whom I never knew because he was aborted. There is truly a profound loss that always affects you when you're an only child who missed out on the chance to have a sibling. I call it Only Child Syndrome.

Yes, I do believe in love but it scares me to death.

I am living in my head. Nothing to see, nothing to do. I am not brain dead. I am comatose. In my bed, all alone. Five years now since I froze. Stuck in my mental zone. What is my name? Definitely not Jane Doe I wake up with no idea who I am, where I came from, and where my loved ones are. What I do know is that I have been in a coma for years, and that last year was actually bearable because of one person. I feel alone when he is not with me, stuck in some sort of limbo where time moves without me living it. Ty, the guy that has volunteered to see me that last year of my coma, got me to feel like I was not in that limbo. He made me feel comfortable and relaxed in my head. However, He speaks like he is in some type of pain, and I just want to ask what it is. Other than that, he played the guitar, brought it into my room multiple times, and hummed with the chords. No lyrics. Oddly enough, he doesn't talk about himself as much as I would hope. I am stuck in my head all the time with no way to speak to others. I want to try to escape that and live in others people's shoes, but I don't know that until they speak about themselves. Cover by Kim @CrystalSnape

This story doesn't really have a synopsis yet, because I literally just saw this picture and wanted to write a story based off of it, and I wanted to experiment with first person present tense some.

What if about five months before the Baudelaire's there was another child who's parents died and she also had a enormous Fortune. What if instead of marrying Violet he Marries her and gets away with it why don't we hear a series of unfortunate events from her point of view in my story Esme is olaf's sister.

I knew I was the only one who could help but would I have to guts to do it? He was just standing there. In my spot. Right where I longed to be. How could I stop someone from suicide when it was something I'd been debating over ever since the day my life got turned upside down. How did he even know it was here? Why is everything that I stumble into so complicated? So here I am just a teenage girl,trying to save a boy ,who is so unaware that he's saving me.

Aku datang ke Edinburgh bukan untuk jatuh cinta, tapi untuk bertahan dan lulus. Menenggelamkan diri dalam skripsi, kerja paruh waktu, dan kopi panas yang menghangatkan dingin di luar dan dalam hatiku. Aku membawa mimpi, trauma, dan prinsip dalam koper yang jarang kubuka. Kupikir, selama sibuk, aku takkan punya waktu merasakan hal lain. Tapi hidup suka mengejutkan. Distraksi pertamaku di perpustakaan adalah Theo Elias Beckett, cowok santai dengan hoodie usang dan buku sketsa penuh coretan. Dia sering duduk terlalu dekat meski tahu aku tidak nyaman disentuh. Dia tak berusaha membuatku tertawa, tapi selalu berhasil, terutama saat aku ingin menangis. Kami berbeda: aku dengan iman dan luka, dia dengan kebebasan dan pertanyaan tentang Tuhan yang tak terucapkan. Kami sering bertengkar soal sentuhan, batasan, dan masa lalu. Tapi kami juga tumbuh bersama, diam-diam. Dari kafe tempat aku kerja, sampai debat tengah malam soal agama dan filosofi, sampai saat dia bilang dia jadi Muslim bukan karena aku, tapi karena dia menemukan arah hidupnya. Aku tak tahu harus berkata apa. Ini bukan kisah cinta sempurna. Ini cerita dua orang yang tersesat tapi bertemu di persimpangan yang sama; tentang keluarga rumit, perbedaan budaya, sahabat dramatis, dan seseorang yang hadir untuk duduk di sampingmu, bukan menyelamatkan. Tentang Edinburgh dan Jakarta, sambal terasi, dosen pembimbing menakutkan, video call sinyal buruk, hadiah ulang tahun yang gagal, dan boneka harimau yang selalu kugenggam. Tentang perasaan yang tumbuh perlahan, dengan jeda dan salah paham, tapi juga keberanian besar. Karena cinta kadang bukan jawaban, tapi pertanyaan: "Jika aku belajar berjalan ke arahmu... maukah kamu menunggu?" Aku Naia Renara. Ini perjalanan pulangku, bukan ke rumah, tapi ke hati sendiri, bersama seseorang yang memilih berjalan di sisiku karena akhirnya memilih Tuhan yang sama, dengan caranya sendiri, tanpa paksaan. Apakah ini kisah bahagia? Aku tak tahu. Tapi ini kisah yang jujur.