Shove Stories

The nightmares kept coming. I had no clue what they meant. Life was hard enough, competition was bad enough. And I was just a teenage girl trying to live my life. It's so hard to be perfect. I'm trying not to let it go to my head. But could there be something more to what everything seemed?

Sabrina Callway thought her life had no more meaning. But one day, she meets someone who flips her world upside-down and backwards. As she struggles with her bipolar disorder and her new love for this amazing guy, she finds a new meaning to her life. The question is if she is willing to open up to him even though he is more than willing to let her into his life, which is full of fame, money, and many friends. NOTE: this story may not be very clean in the beginning so I would advice that you don't read this unless you are 13+. I really hope you enjoy this One Direction Fan-Fiction :)

Hallo, Directioners! Would you like a one-shot with one of the boys? A romantic one? A friendship one? One ending in a cliff-hanger? Come on in here! Xanthe in da house, and she is OPEN!

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What if you were born with an ability to kill? What if every thing you did could kill someone? What if you had to fight your emotions everyday to ensure the safety of everyone around you?

Melissa had been maltreated and used by her father when she was 15. One year later after she fled the abominable hell she lived in, she was adopted by a rich family and had been forced to be Miss perfect as any sign of being uncomfortable could turn her into something indescribable. Her life turned around when gangster Travis Colton comes into her life and shatters every form of perfection she had set months to accomplish. But what happens when they still have powerful chemistry and a growing affection towards each other?

it's about women empowerment.. it's a story about a girl name pari..

Once again Callie gets dragged to a movie premiere in hollywood by her overly obsessed with Dylan Johnson best friend Marissa. Callie, reluctent but loyal helps Marissa sneak into his changing room. But when she hides in the room across the hall she finds herself locked in a room with Blaze Wright. The number one player in hollywood... did I mention she hates him? How will she handle it? Find out...

-currently on hold-

A fanfiction (except it's an accurate retelling) of what happened to someone I know from school. Do not copy, rephrase, take inspiration from, or distribute this story in any way (gatekeep it).

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This is exactly what it sounds like. Basically a diary that can be freely read by anyone on Wattpad who wants to read it. Everything written here is true and it is all from my point of view. It is me, writing what I think, when I think it. Respond, give your opinion, or suggest a new topic, maybe you'll inspire my next entry?

I looked down, ashamed. Why? All those annoying, mean stares. Just ignore it. Get used to it, you hear it everyday. said the voice in my head. Thats who you are and you can't change it. I try to listen to the voice in my head but it's too hard. Annabelle (people call her Belle) was born bald. She stopped going to school in 8th grade because of humiliation. When she came back in 10th grade she is different. She is Anna not Belle she has a secret weapon. A wig. Anna, a new popular chick with beautiful golden brown "hair". Luckily for her, no one noticed she was Belle. Will her plan work for long? When she asks a guy who works on the year book, Luke, to take her name out of the year book. So people won't see her name. Will Luke find out who she really is? And will Belle or Anna or whatever remember him from 8th grade? But what happened when the whole school found out her real her? Was it Luke who told? Anna, or Belle or whatever she's called moves to another school in 11th grade but Luke happens to go to that school in 12th grade. Luke tries to be friends with her. And one thing he is trying to accomplish is bringing out the real and true Annabelle he once loved and still does. _________________________________________ Caution! Needs editing!

a dream I had that I put together in a poem like form