Worstbookever Stories

GACHA #5 timepass

A beautiful collection of all the truly beautiful things in the beautiful MHA fandom. Beauty. I will update this regularly, like, daily regularly so if you want a daily meme fix for MHA you have come to the right book! This is mostly stuff that has made me snort with laughter at one point, whether waking up at 6am for school or Going to bed at 3am that night; or maybe even in a public place where I'm simply wheezing on the road. Either way I hope you enjoy! I don't own anything art/gifs/ memes in this book unless I say I do!! I also try to credit the artists; especially if their names/signatures are not on their posts; however if I have forgotten a credit or don't know the artist please tell me :D

Hinata imagines what she must look like. Standing in front of her father with what she assumes is the nastiest face she could make, her hands balled into fists by her sides, glaring at the old man. She smiles. She must look as good as she feels. NOTE: Started: 8 / 15 / 15 Finished: 2 / 22 / 16 I was thirteen years of age when I wrote this, and thirteen when I finished. Please, for my sake and for your own don't expect a good plot, good writing, or good characterization. The description is NOT in the book at all. I wrote whatever came to mind without thinking twice, and have no plans to rewrite it cause like... it's barely a story. I wrote things around my jokes. Beyond The Stars was born because I had a few jokes I wanted to share, and I thought writing was the best way to tell them. I'm so serious. Just have fun, I guess.

Hannah was just a normal high school girl...... completely ordinary.. right?

ib: @arcticstars This is just a cringy short story that is basically a wattpad mashup. Enjoy! P.S: This does not mean to offend or mock anyone or any ethnic group. It's purely to make fun of typical Wattpad cliches. Also, the lack of grammar is not accidental.

I feel like no one is going to take their precious time reading a shitty book written by a human wreck. If you do, know that it's on your own accord and I'm sorry in advance.

Everyone believes they are living, until they start dying. At what point do you change? Alita was my rock in a raging river. If I held on tightly enough, I would never drown. Then my fingers started slipping and my rock started to break. My sister left. And I started dying. DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH PLOP TARTS OR POP TARTS AT ALL AS OF YET, NOR WILL IT EVER, MOST LIKELY. AND NO ONE HAS DIED YET SO THAT'S MISLEADING AS WELL. I ASSURE YOU, THE TITLE WILL MAKE SENSE EVENTUALLY. Please Critique!!! -QuadriNarShark

✨The title may or may not be sarcastic.... guess you'll have to read to find out! 😉✨