Repression Stories

Elara Cross had a life of rules, control, and fear-until Mara came into it. A protector. A temptation. A secret. One night changes everything, and the truth becomes a dangerous burden. ALIBI is a dark, emotional story of desire, sacrifice, and the choices we make when freedom comes at a cost. #1 in repression - 18/02/2026 #1 in shock - 11/02/2026 #1 in alibi - 18/02/2026

Selene, one of London’s most famous women, has lived her entire life under Vampire rule. She dances at Bleedings, where human prisoners are bled to death by specially trained Vampires, and the blood barely moves her at all. She obeys and admires her owner, the rich and powerful Hector Stanley, who cares for her more than he should. But in only a matter of weeks she must give herself to him, offering her body completely and utterly without question, to do with as he will. But one night a prisoner speaks to Selene, whispering words she doesn’t understand. The search for meaning will change everything, and soon it becomes clear that Selene isn’t the only one looking for the Blood Rebel.

Tis where I write my emotional shit! also you see the cover...it ain't mine, but I made it look better The genre is humor because my life is a joke haha

What are you waiting for? Take a bite of my heart tonight. The Pitt © 2026.

(please overlook my shitty scribbling I'm just bad at drawing. Also I'm very bad at scheduling so if its a long time between posts sorry) It all started when the SCP foundation found evidence of Playtime co's experiments on orphan children, Epsilon 11 was sent the factory was raided and all knowing about the bigger bodies initiative were disposed of and all living toys were contained . For the tiny smiling critters and the tiny nightmare critters this felt like a cruel joke played by God himself they thought they were finally being saved only to be thrown in another damn prison trying its best to pretend its not a prison (I do not own Poppy playtime or any SCP portiade in this)

For as long as Emery could recall werewolves had controlled the world. They were wicked beasts, repressing humans in every way possible. Their contact with humans had been limited, until the so-called 'Moon Goddess' began to pair these wolves with humans, creating a bond that no wolf could ignore. From then on, the wolves craved power, their animalistic urges wanting to control the weaker race amongst them, to ensure all wolves mated to a human would be able to find their mate. For over a decade the beasts had dominated the human race, all aspect of a human's life was regulated, an attempt by the beasts to track their supposed mates and take them for themselves. What the wolves did not prepare for was for some of their human mates to hide from them, to resist them, and that some humans hated wolves to their very core. ••• Tears ran down Emery's cheeks, the anguish in her chest consuming her. "I will never love you!" She screamed at the beast in front of her. His eyes blackened, his muscles flexed and his jaw tightened, never had she been as scared of another being as she was in that moment. He crossed the room towards her, Emery coiled in fear, pressing her body into the bricked corner of her cell. His rough hands clasped her chin, forcing her to stare into the black holes of his eyes. "I don't know what I have to say to make you realise this, human, but you are mine and you will love me. Mark my words my little mate." ***

Poetry and drabbles, existential questions and some stuff about LGBT struggles. Enjoy.

Harry potter: The Boy Who Lied. With such a title and pointedly not allowed the right to refute and not like there was any gain to being his ally either. He couldn't dare ask that of the grownups. When his stupid temper consistently gave them reason to be disappointed and stressed at him. Which was what allowed this mess. A perfect suburban street, perfectly identical, perfectly clinical and apathetic. To the gaunt, sickly force purveying the mind of the Boy Who Lived... Solemnly he swears to keep vigil in a blood red lens.

God Percy AU Fearing his own powers, Percy willingly returns them to the sea. Its just his luck that an unfortunate accident occurs that turns the tides for good or worse. (It all goes wrong before everything is alright.) . . . A Percy Jackson fanfiction.

If a man lost connection with his heart, does he still count as a human ?

The epic love story of two people melting into one. #18+ Mature content #Past lives #agressive #true #repression #shy #history I'm just telling you a story which is not mine but ours, we lived together once upon a time and you and I were lovers and we decided to multiply our love and we did. No one in the history of humanity has ever defined love in its entirety neither can they can. It is smaller than the tip of a needle and vast enough to embody and absorb the unending universe into it. Poets have indeed try to define it but fail failed with satisfaction every time. However, it is inevitable, one day will come when your heart is ready and fire is burning, it will unravel and travel without stopping to unite its lover. This is not a story of two people loving each other, it is the souls. Prologue ***2000 years ago** Tatia, the daughter of the most famous fishermen in the town is betrothed to an uncouth, athletic six and a half feet tall Man who lives in the valleys of the Southern part of the globe, 4000 miles north from Tatia's home. It is seven days from today, everyone in the village is ready to witness Tatia and Shiraz's amalgamation. Their marriage is sacred in the town; as bestowed by the Lord of the Venus, It is said only when the divine feminine finds her masculine they can intertwine and take part in a union ceremony. Such unions are not rare but hard to find; the average life of a human here is 1000 years. They find love as soon as they realize they are complete and then yearning to unite begins.

A sketch story about a young woman called Jeanette located in a small town. She seems to be waiting for something, though what is unknown. Take this story as you will. There isn't any wrong answer, really.

This is a compilation of vent pieces of writing. I post this in hopes to relate to anyone reading this, giving them a sense of peace that they aren't alone.

*COMPLETED* "Liesel, what's the matter?" Max's concern was that of a mother's, so flat, but so serious. "Max, there is no one to thank left." Liesel changed her view to peer at the dusty floor. She missed Max's countenance gaping mouth and large eyes afflicted by her words. Not only had Max stolen the sky, he stole Liesel's heart too. Now, in Post-WWII Germany, the Allies have brought relief. Life is just beginning to come out of hiding, ready to blossom and flourish as it once did before. No one no longer cowers in fear. But something stirs in Russia: Communism. How will a Jew and innocent German girl make it safely in this ever-changing world that is right out their door? NOTE: This is after The Book Thief story (sequel if you will), so there are some spoilers if you haven't seen/read anything about it. However, if you don't care about the movie/book/spoilers, then it still makes for an eye opening, post-WWII fan fiction. Personally, I feel this is my best piece of writing I've ever shared on Wattpad. I hope everyone enjoys! NOTE: I DO NOT own any of the characters or the cover picture!

A voice from beyond opens an old wound for a idealistic doctor trying to help a young inmate who is bent on killing himself. A story full of hope and redemption rising from horror and tragedy.

Clara Grey's past is a shadow she can't quite escape, until a mysterious letter arrives, shattering the walls she's built around her memories. Hidden secrets. Old friendships. A summer long buried. And a haunting that won't let her forget. When Clara receives an anonymous letter that simply reads, "I know what you did," her world tilts. The cryptic message forces her to confront memories she's spent years trying to forget. As she digs deeper into the mystery, strange objects appear : a red box containing photos, a handmade bracelet, and a newspaper clipping about a missing boy. Each clue drags Clara back to Camp Eloise, a summer camp from her past where everything changed. But the deeper Clara digs, the more elusive the truth becomes. The more she uncovers, the more she feels the weight of something she can't quite remember, but she knows it's important. Something tragic happened at Camp Eloise, something that cost the lives of those who tried to escape their past. In a race against time, Clara must face the darkest parts of her memory. The truth, however, may be more horrifying than she could ever imagine.

Content: 1)The Voice In My Head 2)Assailant 3)I Told You So

This poetry and prose collection is for all those who have ever felt repressed, restricted to be themselves by any form of entity or, even, by their own selves. This is for all those who once, twice, or have ever felt broken and the courage it took to admit it and move forward. I hope this collection relates to you in your darkest moments and lead you out to rays of hope. Here's a sneak peek: "I just wanna tear you out, dispose of you. Never see you again. You tear-jerker." ---Untitled 1 "The piano playing and the singing at long last enters a halt, during the prayer I am not thankful. I ask: when? When will I be set free?" ---When? Some of the material may be sensitive to some readers; so, reader discretion is highly advised. I hope you enjoy them and if you do, please vote and share with others! I'll hopefully be uploading new material once a week. Thank you and happy reading!

I laid on the floor, staring up upon the blurry ceiling, glimpsing the dark shadows surround me. I could taste the blood on my cracked lips, feeling my pierced skin which made contact with the cold, ragged steel. I tried to speak aloud, only to hear myself screaming within my mind, and chocking further upon the lumpy blood within my throat. I was dying. Slowly and painfully. And all I could do was watch with horror as the life slipped outside of my skin and into the thin air, spreading into oblivion. [Repression] is my latest project, which is attempting to tell a story in extremely small segments, ranging from a paragraphs to maybe a few per chapter. Although short, each segment attempts to capture crucial moments in my character's life leading up to his ultimate demise, as depicted above. Pay close attention, because as most of my work goes, there are plentiful of hidden messages that expose so much more of his story. Lots will also be open to interpretation. I hope you enjoy, please feel free to vote, comment, or message me personally if you would like an explanation on any part!