Slowbuilt Stories

basically a story about two confused teenagers with their own problems. idk if i will continue this, maybe it will have only one chapter, maybe twenty, we will see! sorry in advance for any disadvantages!

[C.O.M.P.L.E.T.E.D] Under the starry sky, in an open field, breaking the tranquility of the night, Xiao Zhan hears a soft murmur of 'Zhan-Ge'. Turning his head to the familiar melodious voice he is being greeted with a smile blinding then hot summer's sun, and that's when Xiao Zhan realizes that he has screwed up as his heart starts to thump crazily in his chest. How can he not be screwed realizing he has fell in love with his step-Didi, Wang Yibo, who suffers from cognitive disorder. What will Xiao Zhan do? Will he choose to listen to his heart? ---------- Hey, my lovely readers!!! Guess who is back with a new story! I don't know how but this idea suddenly crashed in my head and I was like ' I need to write this!' So here I am! I hope you will give a read before judging the overall story. This story completely belongs to me! So don't try to steal it! Have a nice read.

stock-still /ˈstɒkˈstɪl/: To be frozen, rooted, static, paralyse or inert. The date is 2090, things are different. The world entered to a futuristic era, and now not only humans live in the planet. Something happened that made the life as people in the past knew, be long forgotten.

This is how a normal romantic novel starts: There's our girl, Genevieve Hazleton, fair haired and an ambitious writer. And on the other hand, we have our prince charming, Jamie Heines, with dark hair and whiskey colored eyes. But this isn't a normal romantic novel, where they end up happily ever after. This is a story where our prince marked himself with calligraphies and art. His expected pink lips replaced by cold ones, pierced with a metal ring. This is a story where our female protagonist wanted everything but a fairytale life. This is a story about souls destined... to not be together. A story of skin and trains of thought, Inked and Ashen.

Evan hasn't heard from Jonathan in a week and it was starting to make him worry. His best friend was nowhere to be seen. That is until he gets a gut wrenching message "Help me..." Evan immediately goes to look for his friend, fearing the worst. He never expected what he'd actually find behind the welcoming door of Jonathan's quaint North Carolina home. Warning : Mentions of rape, and abuse. Thoughts of self worth and suicide. If you have a weak heart, read with caution.

Recopilación de pequeñas historias Akafuri, principalmente basadas en la historia de Lionheart, pero no completamente fiel o canon con respecto a la misma. Se ACEPTAN PETICIONES, leed por favor el primer capítulo. Gracias ~

34 years old Carlos Ashton had built and owned this hotel for years, enduring problems that he could deal with all. Until one bothering girl jumped into the hotel and to his life. He had always neglected love and now, it's not that easy not to care anymore. He had always been a strict professional man, and yet now he ended up making out in the staff room. Naomi, How could I possibly be in love with you?! -- So hiyaa :> this story belongs to a whole different genre compared to what i have written before! Everyday life! Enjoy and don't forget to vote and share if you like it! And feel free to give constructive comments too, or donate ideas, at I will write in freestyle chap by chap 😄😂😄 -- Again, MATURE content included so watch at your own risk 👑🔥🌹

"𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞." ⬙ The "Opera Épiclèse"- what a somber place. Who felt wronged, who believed themselves to be right. Who could still stand proud in face of the Oratrice, and whose shoulders fell in guilt, subconscious weighing them down. "Identity" didn't matter, for the moment the Iudex's cane hit the ground, silence reigned in the court. The "Court of Fontaine" - what a dreadful locale. No matter the elegance in the steps of that who bears the mahogany-coloured blouse. No matter the theatrics coming from the mouth of those committing the greatest offense ━ defamation. For a crime was a crime, and a petty one shan't even dare to leave an impression in the Iudex's mind. A day's occurrence held no value, had no worth of its own. Once the rain falls and the tide falls back, all is to be washed away and there will be nothing left to beget.