Witty Stories

Some bonds are chosen. Others are carved into your soul. Vivienne Minthe thought escaping Manna City meant reclaiming the quiet life she once knew but fate isn't done with her yet. After rescuing Blake Thorne, the dangerously alluring vampire she once knew as a boy, Vivienne is thrust back into a world of oaths, ancient powers, and enemies lurking in every shadow. Their bond is mysterious, forbidden, and stronger than she understands-pulls her closer to Blake even as her heart urges her to run. Home is no refuge. Her family abandons her, demons stalk the city, and Vivienne's childhood fears begin to awaken in terrifying, uncontrollable ways. As she struggles to uncover the truth behind her past, Vivienne must confront a rising darkness-and the seductive, unpredictable vampire tied to her by destiny. When an old female friend, Allison Devon, returns carrying secrets and scars, Vivienne becomes trapped between loyalty, love, and survival. The monsters of Manna City were only the beginning... and the new horrors stalking her want more than her blood-they want her soul. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Anastasia Wright

Have you ever had one of those terrible yet annoyingly pivotal moments? You know, that monumental fragment of time that flips everything you have ever known. That plot twist second that completely takes you by surprise. The one just before the storm hits and everything goes to hell. Yes? Because you see, that moment happens to be my whole damn life. It wasn't always like this though. I used to have a pretty mundane existence, happy to just get good grades and be around my friends. God I wish I could get that simplicity back, I'd never complain it was boring again. But I know I'm not going to ever get back my old life because well... I died. (Kinda) But I woke up. And I was thrilled, beyond grateful I wasn't dead. But then I realized that there was one minor detail that had changed about my reality. I was given the chance to live but it turns out I woke up as the villainess in an otome game my friend used to be obsessed with - Kingdom of freaking Hearts (I added the freaking in there for effect, it's just Kingdom of Hearts) Where, for the record, the villainess only has two possible endings 1) execution and 2) getting exiled. So Fate was like, "Don't worry, I'll save you. Here's a chance to live" and then was like "psyche, screw you. You're still going to die but I'll let you suffer a little first." So now, if only to annoy Fate by proving it wrong, I am determined to survive. I can and I will if I play by these simple rules: 1) Befriend Heroin 2) Avoid Aryn Edwards at All Costs as well as other capture targets And 3) Be the top student at the academy and become an invaluable asset to my Kingdom so I become indispensable, thus unkillable. I'm determined, stubborn, persistent and I will live passed 16. Fate made a big mistake setting me up to die. Since it threw this plot twist at me, I figure I'll return the favor. I'll be the biggest plot twist Fate never saw coming...

Title: Backhug & Blush: The Chronicles Description: She entered the Bigg Boss house as a wildcard, strangers all around... but one glance from him changed everything. From playful arguments to secret back hugs, teasing glances to soft forehead kisses, their story unfolds amidst jealousy, house drama, and weekend ka vaar surprises. When friendships spark, hearts collide, and the game gets intense, who will win the ultimate prize - the trophy... or each other? Dive into the cutie chaos, love, and laughter of #Nimaal - because in this house, love doesn't just happen. It's manifested. 💖

Ellie Hayes and Nicholas Vance are perfect-on paper, anyway. Their parents, convinced that merging their lives is a match made in boardroom heaven, have arranged their marriage which is good for their company (The VH Group) as well. No fiery passion, no tearful farewells, and definitely no emotional rollercoasters-just a simple, mutually beneficial agreement. A heartwarming, lighthearted story about finding love when you least expect it-and without all the unnecessary drama. Disclaimer: Please note that the author's native language is not English. Additionally, the customs, traditions, and circumstances portrayed in this story are entirely fictional and do not represent the practices of any specific real-world culture or community.

idk what this is but one day my friend and I randomly decided to take our OCs from different fantasy stories and put them all together in a modern/future/cyberpunk aesthetic world instead. More comedic and satire than the typical serious stuff we usually do. I just decided to put it up here in case anyone enjoyed it Some characters from my book "Ascendant" are recycled for this (Muiredach, Uriah, and Runa) my friend created and wrote for Adeline, Raegan, and Klaus All other characters were created and written by myself Rated M for mature because of language. There's not a lot of sex or anything aside from talking and joking. I think ages 15 to 25 would likely enjoy it the most. It's kind of goofy and fun. LORE AND CONTEXT: A very satire-like cyberpunk style world in 2100s. Superheroes are kind of a known thing though extremely rare and not like how Marvel has one down every street. There are ambiguous "powers and magical forces" people have spoken about more so than in our world but other than that, it's basically our world but the hypothetical and comedic future. New London is a neglected city off the coast of Canada (Canada is known as North Montana now after the US took it). It's huge and very cyberpunk in style... but it's hard to describe so find our Pinterest board about the story by following the external link in the story parts... Very Gotham City like. It was where many people from the UK migrated to after the third world war but the city's politics and system are awful and the crime rate is super high

Leila Briggs. Troubled. Troubled past, Troubled life. Meet Leila Briggs, a 16-year-old girl thrown from home to home, orphanage to orphanage, jail cell to jail cell. Freak, Juvenile delinquent, loner - those are just a few names people use to describe her. After an accident at her orphanage, Leila is forced to run until she is brought to the Stonewall Academy. A place for juvenile delinquents to be disciplined and still receive a good education. She is thrown into a life of secrets. She finally finds a group of friends at the cost of being roommates with a guy who hates her guts. Follow Lelia as she figures out who she is, what is and isn't reality, and tries to survive.

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You're staring again," he murmured without looking up. "I'm not," I said, even though we both knew I was. He turned his head slightly, those blue eyes flicking toward me - calm, calculating, and just a little amused. "Then stop memorizing my face." "Maybe I'm just trying to figure you out." "Good luck," he said quietly. "I haven't even figured myself out yet." Naomi didn't mean to notice him - the quiet boy who spoke like every word cost him something, whose hands looked like they'd learned to hold both violence and tenderness in the same breath. But Samuel Kings had a gravity to him, the kind that pulled you in before you even realized you were falling. His twin, Samantha, was the opposite - sharp, poised, and frighteningly still. She didn't speak unless necessary, and when she did, it was like a scalpel - clean, precise, and leaving a mark. "Emotions are a weakness," she told Naomi once . "Then why do you look sad every time he smiles?" Naomi asked. Samantha's gaze lingered for a moment too long before she turned away. "Because I know how it ends." The Kings twins arrived like a storm no one saw coming. They were beautiful, strange, and impossible to ignore. And for Naomi - the scholarship girl just trying to survive another session - they changed everything. One moment she was laughing with her best friend under the sun, and the next she was standing in the rain, realizing her heart had started keeping time with his. You make everything complicated," she whispered. "You make everything matter," he replied. But beneath the quiet smiles and the charged glances, there were secrets - The kings weren't running from trouble; trouble followed them like a shadow. "You can't save me, Naomi." "Then I'll stay with you until you save yourself." "You shouldn't." "I already did." Because some people don't just change your story; they rewrite it entirely. He was ink, she was light. Together they left star shaped like constellations

A man has died. Once, to survive, Ren and his closest friend Kazuma used a forbidden art. It saved their lives, but turned their bodies as children while their memories stayed the same. Years have passed living without seeing their families. With the man's death, They want to enter a kingdom-wide tournament. There, they have to face to face with families, friends, and truths they are forbidden from revealing. How did the man die? How will others recognize them? What if they do? What will happen when the past and present collide? For updates or feedback, feel free to reach out: Mail: msaik86886@gmail.com, Instagram: @animetomo_7

Cordelia Ashby had it all - a London mansion, a Bentley, and a wardrobe full of designer handbags. But when her husband dies, she discovers he has left behind nothing but mountains of debt. The bank swoops in, stripping away her home, her possessions, and even her sense of identity. With nowhere else to turn, Cordelia is forced to relocate to Hydrangea Cottage - a crumbling, overgrown property in the tiny Kent hamlet of Squirrel's Nest. Glamour gives way to cobwebs, mice, and leaky ceilings as Cordelia stumbles through her new reality, horrified at every turn. And then there's Brodie - the rugged, no-nonsense local horseman who seems to embody everything Cordelia is not. Their worlds clash spectacularly, but his disapproving stare may be exactly what she needs to face her own reflection. A witty, heartwarming tale of downfall and renewal, Where Hydrangea's Grow is about losing everything - and finding yourself where you least expect.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲. In a city that eats the innocent alive, 𝐋𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 learned to become the predator. She doesn't have a job - she has disguises. By day, she's just a tired single mother with a daughter to raise and a past that won't stay buried. By night, she's the whisper in Manhattan's penthouses - a conwoman who seduces, steals, and leaves her sins gift-wrapped in diamonds. New York taught her how to survive: weaponise silence, smile like sin, and make danger fall in love with her. Some people run from their past. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠." Because healing was never the plan. Revenge always was.

For those who wanted "WHEN WORDS FAILED THEIR HEARTS DREW EACH OTHER CLOSER EVEN THEIR SILENCE" kind of love GEN 1 PHASE ONE "Main hi kyun ishq zahir karun, Tu bhi kabhi bol de na Zaalima. Main hi kyun ishq zahir karun, Tu bhi kabhi bol de na Zaalima"

The story continues as the mysterious warden of Zig-Zig is eventually informed about Herschel's escape. Against every principle of his precious Dalmicir school, Lyeasrakardsul submits and asks the Knomes for help before finally receiving the dreaded p-wyrd. Herschel is arrested as a chicken thief and brought to the town Stagna where he has been prejudged as a p-e-r-v-e-r-t by popular opinion, and where he will have some of the most significant encounters in his life.

It is a simple, funny and witty love story of Geet and Shivansh. Geet is an English literature student. She is a witty girl with lots of emotional baggage on her back. She is chubby, with hazelnut skin and curls that were always the centre of attention. Shivansh Singh Raj, 28, is a successful cybersecurity analyst at a big firm.

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

Hii! Welcome to my collection of private yet overshared underprocessed thoughts as a chronic illness, autoimmune girl (you name it)- also known as *drumrollss My Life. These are the real-life brain drafts I never planned to post but will post anyway buttt hmm might delete back if you dont read fast 🫢 Life lessons wrapped in impulsive decisions, heartbreaks disguised as jokes, and healing that sometimes looks like binge-watching anime at 3AM. I don't claim to be wise. No. Far wayyy more to goooo. But I just survived a lot and I might wrote things down before my brain forgot my own name #hopefullynot 🥹 So if you're here expecting a guidebook - sorryyyy this isn't purfect life manual. But if you're here for chaotic honesty, random thoughts, and accidental wisdom that might help you avoid my mistakes (or laugh at them) Congrats! 🥳 You've found the messiest safe space on Wattpad. Let's unpack this life together - with typos, sarcasm, and maybe one or two wholesome plot twists. Are you guys ready for my #1? 👀 p/s: Bonus tips because I will post randomly my piece of memories and... souls so this is the guidance emoji in case you lost somewhere in my brain 😂 🧸 = Childhood 💅🏻 = Teenage 📚 = University 💎 = Adulthood Sincerely, Keknish (Keknis with manjah vibes 🤪)

"You want me to apologise?" "I want you to admit you're an ass" -A Jeon Jungkook fanfiction- ~Enemies to lovers-Soulmates AU~

Good morning, I'm Kalliope Aoidós (yes, spelled like this: Καλλιόπη Ἀοιδός... pretty impressive, right?), Technical Account Manager at a company in... well, I'm sure you don't really need my CV for this. Let's try again. Hey, I'm Kalliope Aoidós, and I've got a little problem. Okay, more like an incurable, family-heritage problem. Technically, it's genetic-something my family has been conveniently passing down for centuries. One of my great-great-great-great-grandparents thought it was totally appropriate to insult his muse, calling her a "good-for-nothing" and a "sellout." How charming, right? Too bad that muse was THE Muse after whom I'm named. Apparently, she's not exactly the warm and fuzzy type. So why on earth do I have the honor of carrying the name of the one who cursed my entire family tree? Oh, that was my grandmother's brilliant idea. In a way, they "sacrificed" me to her by giving me her name, hoping it would change her mind about the curse. Spoiler alert: It didn't. So here I am, just like hundreds of my ancestors, stuck in the same lovely swamp. I'm a Book Jumper or, as my grandmother (who has a flair for dramatic epithets) likes to call me, a βιβλιοποδητής, which basically means "walker of books." And these are my stories. Or, more accurately, my delightful misadventures. Copyright 2025 AnemoneMarino. All Rights Reserved. Note: All the pictures I've used in this story are not mine; they belong to their respective owners. The cover and banners are made by me.

As you put him off on his attitude, he suddenly realizes- you are not like other girls. That brief conversation in the library sparks something within him, a fire he has never known before. Each word you speaks seems to linger in the air, wrapping itself around his heart. Butterflies stir restlessly in his stomach. His cheeks grow hot with every second, and if not for the rich melanin shielding his face, his blush would have betrayed him instantly. He knows this feeling well. It is not embarrassment, nor is it confusion. It can only be one thing: Love. ❤️ Yes-love. For this small, sharp-eyed girl with glasses, the one he had bumped into by chance. From that moment, he longs to draw closer to her, to change his ways, to prove that he is not the arrogant, careless boy she thinks he is. But Serena 😤, cautious and stubborn, continues to avoid him, holding on to the image of a rude, misogynistic stranger rather than seeing the man who now looks at her with new eyes. Still, her rejection does not break him. Instead, it fuels him. Each cold glance, each dismissive word, only strengthens his resolve. He will not give up. He will find a way to win her heart. And so the question lingers in the quiet corners of the library: Will Library Boy succeed in capturing Serena's heart, or will she remain unyielding, determined to resist his advances? 🤓 Don't forget to vote, comment and share

You work at a bakery, living an ordinary life...that is until your path crosses with a cool, and dare I say, hot detective.... Cover by @silverknight22 from IG.