Wity Stories

Seven hundred years after the great collapse, humans have wings.... Able, is crowned king. A mysterious man falls from the sky. And a servent falls in love. Having lost his memories, the man and Abresh seek to restore the past which was lost, as a vendetta of fates and societal standings tangle around them. Will the sharp luster of gold be tainted with blood? Will the past ever be found? Vengeance will be had!!!.... P.S: Sorry in advance for spelling and grammatical errors. Also slashes(/) represent flash backs, or (//) which are visions. This is a short story, and as such it will progress rather fast. There is mention of alcohol, murder, and sexual themes (nothing to graphic, mostly just suggestive.) The title art is not mine: @Vincent Cecil. On pintrest (found). And the character Abresh is non binary, so i use they/them pronouns, i hope it is not to confusing. please feel free to comment and tell me (politely) what you think! Thank you for reading! Enjoy!!!!

The coach at MSU has always been a very family oriented guy, and this seasons team is most definitely becoming part of the family as his daughter Amberly makes friendships that will last a life time. Throw in some romance and you have yourself a good time. This story has lots of pranks, witty comebacks, and jokes, I hope you enjoy! ****Not frequent updates but there won't be any major plot twists or crazy cliffhangers, a happy ending is guaranteed because sad endings are just the worst and no one wants that!***

Josie gets hit with a crazy decision. Does she choose the man who might be the love her life or does she choose to let him go to keep her twin bother sane? A normal school year that's suppose to be focused on cheer and basketball takes a turn when Josie spends most of her time sneaking around behind closed doors when she gets hit with a man sent from the heavens.

His name is Oliver Adain who is a homicide detective. Or is he? Will that's what he's been told. He doesn't know anything about who he is; not after the accident. He has flashbacks to different days. Sometimes he's shooting people; other times he's helping people. So who really is Oliver? He uses these flashbacks to piece together who he really is. He's got these skills that he can't remember where they came from. He has this friend that keeps him alive for the most part. There's this guy that his friend is tracking but that guy is also hunting Oliver down or Deadeye as he calls him. The guy that's hunting him has set him up for a crime he didn't commit. Oliver is left with two choices, he can walk away and never look back or he can stay and fight. Will he stay and fight or walk away? If he stays someone will dead but if he walks away he will never know who he truly is? Will he find the truth about him before time runs out? Will he make the right choice in the end or regret the choice?

I started lifting the bags up and fitting them in random spots on my arms, when I realized I didn't have anymore room. I was about to yell out to somebody at my table to pick up the rest of the food, when a tall man stood in front of me. "Qui, io ti vengo in aiuto (Here, I will help you.)" The man said with a deep voice that led a trail of goosebumps to appear on my arms. "Grazie (Thank you)" I said whist not looking into the man eyes, but at his chest. I was afraid if I saw his face that I would fall into a puddle of attraction. He silently followed me as I dropped the bags onto the tables and everyone jumped like wild animals to get their food. I was about to sit down when I felt the man grasp my wrist. I turned slowly to look up at the man. He had ice blue eyes and a well-defined jaw. I couldn't help but stare stupidly at his beauty as he handed me over a paper. He left abruptly, leaving me frozen. "What's that you got there, Scarlett?" I heard Jasmine say to the side of me.  I turned toward her, finally moving. "I don't know, that guy gave me it." I choked out. "Well hand it over, and I will open it." She said with food in her mouth. She snatched the paper from my hand and unfolded it. She looked up at me with a shocked expression, and then looked back down repeatedly. She did this a few more times until she just settled on my face. "What is it?" I said nervously. "Look for yourself." She said finally awakened from her daze. I slowly reached out for the paper and brought it toward me. I breathed in deeply and opened it. I gasped loudly as I looked down at the picture. It was a portrait of me. I was so beautiful. I jumped out of my seat, and ran toward the exit. "Where are you going?" I heard Jasmine yell behind me. "To find Mr. Artist!" I yelled out determined. There is cursing and sexual content! You have been warned!