Underconstruction Stories

"Have you gone mad! What exactly is the plan here? What? waltz through the Kingdom gates and shout "hey, remember us, uh, we kidnapped your daughters. But....but it gets worse! See, someone kidnapped them from us, the kidnappers! Now we don't know where they are, and we need your help". How does that sound for a reintroduction?", I finished running my hands through my now disheveled hair.

I'm still stuck in Cordial with no hope of getting out. I do have powers, but I'm not strong enough to get back home. Besides, a war has started. I am the last conveyor. I am being tracked by the enemy. I need to help. (not edited. Thanks for reading:)

My random thoughts...

Hi This a James Madison x reader that needs serious editing that I'll get to someday. Just not now-

In which they turn from strangers to lovers

The girls at Miss Molly's dance studio are so exited! Miss Molly will chose two girls to represent their dance school at the national academy of dance. But when ex best friends carefree gypsy Sesillia and popular shopaholic Kami are chosen,and must compete against each other, battles are created. And what will happen when a little friendly rivalry goes too far? And when they uncover shocking things about each other? Will they put their differences and-past- aside to help each other?

Sigh. I did the daycare. Now the animatronic wolf everyone loves... sigh... this is not a reader x Roxane. Anyway-

After only a few minutes of lying down, from downstairs I hear my radio turn on. It begins playing "The Christmas Song." "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire." "Jack frost nipping at your nose." I jerk up, looking towards my door. The radio is run by batteries so now electricity isn't the culprit here. It's something else. Someone. Else. "Yuletide carols being sung by a choir." Slowly, I get up, opening my bedroom door. Someone can't be in my house...Everything is locked. Maybe somebody broke in earlier when I got home from shopping but that's almost impossible, I re-locked it as soon as I entered the house. "And folks dressed up like Eskimos..." "Everybody knows." Once reaching the bottom of the staircase, I look into the large doorway of the living room next to my kitchen. A man...So I think, is in there, poking at the lights on my tree, holding my radio. I look it up and down. This is no man. No, no this is no man at all." Gene, a twenty-six year old woman usually spends Christmas alone with her Hallmark movies. This Christmas will be different. Her best friend of twenty years despises anything to even do with the holidays but can't help but let Gene into his humble abode after what she encounters one Winter night. ⚠️ WARNING⚠️ THIS STORY IS STILL UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION!!! Thank you for your patience! ALSO ART BY ME 🫶🏻🫶🏻

So how can you judge me? ------- [ Best Rating: #115 in CHICKLIT ] original story idea that's is in develpoment ~ w i p not completely sure about the *genre* ~☝

A story about a fateful day where several anime universes collide in the cringiest of ways

under construction!!

(NO DESCIRPTIONS YET)

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Spilled milk is something to cry over. Just like flowers and boys and genocide. Take a meander through me and my heart. Just remember darling, I'll miss you always...

In editing and review

Some are dark, some are light, some are nothing, but some are special. ⚠️Warning⚠️: If you don't like dark gory shit please skip this book. And there might be some triggering words here, if you can't handle it I suggest you leave. Started: 11/18/19

[COMPLETED] [UNDER CONSTRUCTION] highest ranks: chanlix - 1, 01/21/21 taeten - 46, 12/07/20 johnmark - 5, 09/24/20 jeongho - 1, 05/04/20 hyunsung - 14, 02/28/20 seungbin - 11, 02/10/20 started on: 20.01.2020 [19.11.19] ended on: 18.01.2021 edited on: -

It feels like I've lived my life up until now in a monochrome. And I didn't mind. Until I realized that maybe there's more to the world than blacks and grays and fathers that don't know how to be parents and kids who don't understand who you are. So I'm starting new, and I'm looking for colors. And I get the feeling that maybe, just maybe, I can share the colors I find with someone else so that their world can be just as vivid and bright as mine is sure to be. (Super duper under construction. Some new chapters are published! The originals are still up if anyone wants to read them - they're after the rewritten chapters)

Random one shots