Parental Stories

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨'𝐚𝐝 𝔫. 𝖬α𝗇𝖽α𝗅σ𝗋íα𝗇; 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚: "𝑆𝑜𝑛/𝐷𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒" 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒙𝒚. (𝖿α𝗍𝗁є𝗋/𝖽α𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍є𝗋 𝗋є𝗅α𝗍í𝗈η𝗁í𝗉) (All rights go to George Lucas and Disney except for my OCs)

I was six years old when the Empire took me. They didn't ask for my name. They gave me one. Asset Six. Every year, the number changed. Asset Seven. Asset Eight. Asset Nine. Asset Ten. Asset Eleven. Asset Twelve. That is who I am now. Asset Twelve. A number. A project. Something they kept behind locked doors and bright lights, waiting for the moment they decided I was useful. Not a person. Definitely not a kid. And maybe that would have been my whole life, numbers and orders and cold rooms and people who never looked me in the eye, if the mission had not gone wrong. It was not even my fault. (Which is impressive, honestly. They usually blame me before anything even happens) One moment I was where they put me. The next, I was not. Someone else got to me first. Someone who did not care about numbers or orders or what the Empire wanted. Someone who saw me as cargo, not a weapon. I was kidnapped. Then sold. Then sold again. Niktos this time. They did not bother learning my number. They did not care enough. And just when I thought that was it, that this was the part where my story ended quietly in some back room on some forgotten planet until the lights went out for good... A Mandalorian walked in.

Just a cute story of Alphys being a mother to her creation. Mettaton. And maybe a certain fish will be motherly as well. This book cover drawing is not my work!!! Undertale DOES NOT belong to me!! Please don't be afraid to leave comments I love responding and I don't have a life so.....yeah!

Aquila Syafia Asghar

"Don't ever call this number again, you are dead to us!" I heard my mother say as I stepped inside the cold atmosphere that was my house . I sighed and put my backpack down on the floor to let my mom know I had arrived . She turned around and gave me a sickly sweet smile, and I knew just what was coming . "Vanessa hey how was school babe" she asked with a fake smile like before " it was good" I started to say, " principal Marc was wondering about the -" "oh that's great honey ! But I've been meaning to ask about the rent money , can u get it to me sooner " she said cutting me off. I grunted and handed her the money from my backpack. She jumped up in happiness "oh your such a doll! This is really important to me, the manager asked me out for coffee later and I want to send off a good vibe" she said as she pulled me in for a hug . I pulled away and scoffed "oh so you mean he doesn't know your 16 year old daughter is paying the rent with two jobs because you can't find any work to do?

"What do you mean by that?" "I guess you will need to find out~" _____________________________________ From strangers to enemies, from enemies to friends, from friends to crushes, from crushes to lovers~ _____________________________________ Addison, a young girl from USA will move with her family to South Korea, where she'll meet a strange, but some kind of impressive girl...

Do your kids spend all the time on their Android? Do they stick to the mobile phone communicating with their friends via SMS than talking verbally? So, it that a problem? No, it's certainly not but chatting all the time on SMS is not a good sign for you and your teens. Have you ever tried to know what your kid is doing on phones? If not, either you put too much trust on your kid or not worrying about your kid.

"Love is the most beautiful pain,". It was true. Love hurt; the kind of pain that could easily make you gauge out your heart with a knife, or perhaps a very blunt pencil. But deeper than that, you can look at someone - someone you love, and know that they will never love you as much as you love them, yet you still give your all; that's all you can do. Sit there and inevitably get yourself hurt. It's a beautiful, self inflicted pain that you have to deal with; A mental conflict that can't be helped.

Imagine being a rebellious ballerina, about to discover she's not fully human and about to go through quite a magical transformation Olivia is 13 and from Aspatria, Cumbria and when her cousin visits from Athens, her life is turned into chaos and she doesn't need a distraction from a dance recital, school is the distraction to everything. 1 day Echo who is 15; is out swimming and loses the bangle on her wrist that keeps her fully human, within seconds Echo has lost her legs grown a tail and starts to unleash very out of control dark magic and this change will happen every time she gets even a drip of liquid onto her skin. Ballerina Olivia takes longer to know what she really is but it all comes to light when she wakes up 1 morning and gets a tingling in her back and before long some beautiful wings start to grow and even though her life has changed she still wants to be a ballerina and when she's an adult she'll be at Juilliard and prove to her family she never needed academics to fall back on. This is just the start of the chaos as both have to handle school without being considered as freaks, not like the diva ballerina considers needing education when there's dance but she must keep up with her popularity and even though her life has changed she still wants to be a ballerina and when she's an adult she'll be at Juilliard and prove to her family she never needed academics to fall back on.

A tale of a boy with a stone cold body, but a warm heart. Come take a journey with Harry and some of the crazy characters he encounters on his journey to be a real boy.

i bleed, on paper most days.

Tittle says it all Only Damon and the mikaelson brothers minus Finn

it can be hard for us as adults to understand our own depression let alone our babies, im hoping this book can be used by others to help their little ones understand why mummy is sad all the time.. if depression is confusing for us imagine how confusing it must be for them seeing us so sad without knowing what is wrong.