Supposed Stories

this is a joke so don't get mad😀irl i'm a deamus shipper but i thought it was funny to make this. anyways go into the adventure of seamus because why not😃i saw tom riddle x harry potter fanfiction before so at least this is kinda better😀

Emery Vale is the last Seer-a mortal girl whose blood can break the curse keeping vampires trapped beneath the earth. Hunted all her life, she's finally captured by Rhydian Voss, a ruthless vampire prince determined to use her to destroy the human world. But Emery is more powerful than he expected. And Rhydian is more dangerous than she's ready for. He was supposed to use her. She was supposed to run. Instead, they become addicted-to power, to pain, to each other. He'll burn the world to keep her. She might let him.

this poem is only 8 lines but is filled with enough power for a whole page

For the new Wattpad short story, we have Supposed! This story will be LGBTQ+ because of myself being lesbian. So kick-back, relax, and enjoy the story I made at 2 in the morning!

I thought birthdays were supposed to be fun? So did Sabrina, a girl celebrating her "fun" sixteenth birthday. Mysteriously, one of her guests never arrives. They go on with the slumber party, assuming everything is peachy. Until they get a frantic call from the missing girl's mother. Everything turns into chaos. Everybody panics. Who could be involved in this kidnapping? Or is it a murder? Someone does not appear to be who they are. When someone politely excuses themself to the bathroom, she never returns. Who will be next? Will it be you? Told from the point of view of an innocent party guest, this story is bone-chillingly terrifying. Not a book to be read before bed, this story will send shivers down your spine. The souls of every character will capture your heart until it's broken when they disappear.

When Annabelle wakes up on a cool Saturday morning, she plans on having the time of her life. She goes to her first ever concert, One Direction, mind you. She has backstage passes, and meet and greet passes (the perks of being an only child). Niall Horan instantly feels a pull towards her, but will she feel the same way? And, with everything they go through, will they last? Or will their relationship fall apart before summer's end?

Annabeth Chancellor is a twelve year old Intelligence Program Student looking out to change the world. She's the classic example of how people look at Intelligence Program Students. Stuck-up, sarcastic and anti-social, but she's a girl-on-a-mission to prove how terribly wrong this stereotype is.

this is actually a story lmao

The sky was simple and was admired as such. But the sky is much more complex than what the elements of day and night believe and what the people below think. Ok, not in a great place in my head right now so to distract myself my brain decided to create this? Idek what this is. All I know is that the 'characters' in this story represent things and the plot (there's a plot?!?!) represents something too.

uhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm.....idk what this is even supposed to be so...yeah, I'm just gonna go with the flow on this one.

As the title says lmao January 29, 2021

My father brought out his long glinting sword and plunged it into my mothers stomach. It seemed the second time was more painful than the first. It was like the reassurance that nothing was okay. That my mother really does die, that my father really is the bastard I know him to be. There's no escaping my future anymore. Growing up is the only way out. I pushed Mrs. Havisham away from me and fought out of Damon's iron grip. I stalked towardsmy father and his evil, hysterical grin. He opened his arms as if to hug me. I raised my sword and plunged it deep into his stomach. His face turned from a grin to shock and he looked down at his stomach to find the sword I was still holding implanted in his flesh. He looked back up at me and I pulled the sword out sharply, mercilessly. His face turned into a sick grimace which made waves of horror pass through my body. He fell to the ground just in front of my mother. A single tear ran down my cheek. I looked down at my mother and father, both dead, at my hand. Both bleeding because of a stupid peice of silver. Fighting. Fighting for freedom, for her life and for her friends. Fighting is all Jessica can do anymore because if she doesn't fight, her life with slowly crumble around her. Jessica was an ordinary girl until she came to Dean House but then again I suppose irony is sweet. She found she was a witch and a powerful one at that. She finds she has to bring down her father no matter what it costs, an arm, a leg, a life, even when it's her own mothers she can never stop. Fighting is the only things he knows now and a fighter she is.

THEY ARE AFTER MY HEAD. This story has one sentence per chapter.