Wrongplacewrongtime Stories

"Dude, I can't believe she actually fell for it." That was the last thing I heard as I ran out of the party covered in the most disgusting things imagined, with tears clouding my vision. ________________ Ivy Ramos was your average girl (some might even call her the "cliché good girl") She got good enough grades that she allowed to participate in sports. She followed the rules, even though she knew some of them were ridiculous. She even stayed away from boys became everyone around her told her that they would lead her off the course of success. That of course was until she decided to make her own decisions and trust one. Perhaps the wrong one... This is the story of how one terrible night change the course of her life

New school New faces New mess Alira Carson transfers to Crimson Hill thinking she can lay low. But this school runs in a way she would never imagine. She doesn't know the rules. She doesn't know who to trust. And she definitely wasn't ready for him. At Crimson Hill, peace is a myth and the drama is just getting started.

Something is very, very wrong. Betrayal doesn't have to be intentional. And being at the wrong place at the right time is so much dangerous than being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Count your memories, there might not be many.

Eighteen year old Amber Knight should never have been at that party on Melnerra Avenue...But she was...Amber Knight never should have took that first hit of Heroin...But pressured to fit in with the crowd she did...Amber Knight now owes one dealer over $1,000 and witnesses another dealer murder a "client"...What must she do now?

He stumbled upon a deadly curse. With croaking taunts, he fears the worst. It will not stop 'til death prevails. It's a clown and a girl in this harrowing tale. 500 words or less Grudge contest entry.

NEXT BUS PLEASE by Moonlitlines It was just another late night. A missed ride, a wrong turn, and the quiet hum of the city under flickering streetlights. But something was off. Something was watching. He has a face that doesn't fit quite right-like it was borrowed. Like it's slipping. And no matter how fast she runs, how deep she hides, he's always one step behind. When the bus pulls up, it should be her way out. Instead, the sign flashes cold and cruel: Next Bus Please. Trapped between the city and something not quite human, she'll have to figure out what it really wants-before it wears her face next.

What drives a man to kill his kin? Hatred nurtured. BASED ON William Shakespeare's HAMLET [LOGLINE: All is wild in the west. Especially in a small town called Elinore. The Deans have ruled this territory for centuries. Former rough-riding cooks of Teddy Roosevelt to a now sustaining Texas-wide, family-owned-and-operated restaurant kingdom. BUT TRAGEDY HAS STRUCK. Leaving the younger golden child of a brother dead. The older raven-haired bastard sibling eager to take the thorn. And a daughter scorned and troubled, questioning everything -- from herself to her very own vengeance.] The following tale of woe contains sensitive content involving loss, grief, and murder, including implications of self-harm and abuse -- which may by upsetting for some readers.

Leo and Milo thought they were just taking a simple, low-stakes job for quick cash-move a few "sealed containers," don't ask questions, get paid. Easy. But nothing about this job is simple. What starts in a damp basement with a dead pigeon and a suspicious online listing quickly spirals into a chaotic chain of events involving vibrating mystery tubs, undercover specialists, a glowing salt "dog," and a man in a linen suit who seems to be playing an entirely different game than everyone else. Dragged deeper into an underground world of freelancers, tactical mercenaries, corrupt officials, and systems designed to erase people without a trace, the two teens realize they aren't just messengers anymore. They're part of the message. Now stuck between rival factions, a collapsing cover-up, and a job that keeps getting bigger the more they try to escape it, Leo and Milo have to survive long enough to figure out one thing: What exactly were they hired to deliver... and why is everyone willing to kill for it? Because in this city, every "last job" comes with consequences.

Thantophobia: phobia of losing someone you love. She's almost loved him forever. But he's never loved her enough. It's hard to love a broken girl.

This is going to be a book about a billionaire mafia boss and a girl who was at the wrong place at the wrong time.... "Omg he did not!" I yell as Sofia spills all the tea to me. She turns around and when she does she starts walking backwards. "He totally did and omg it was the best sex I have ever had in my life." Right as she says that she is by the stairs and I scream. "Watch out for..." it's too late. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So I wrote this book as a school project and it's my first book. I lost ideas on it so if you have any let me know. My teacher told me to publish that it's good so we will see 😂

Alisa died at 2:03 AM in bed, with a bottle of sleeping pills next to her. After committing suicide, Alisa thought it was finally over. The freedom she wanted from being a slave to her emotions. That is until she woke up in the hospital, confused on how she survived, and with her family crying around her. But after being sent to rehab for a few weeks, she started to notice things differently. Things that the human eye can't see. As she lives throughout her days in rehab, she finally noticed the boy who now haunts her instead of the demons. A ghost who also wants to be set free.

"I'm going to fucking kill you." "Please, do." An Assasin, Dexter was supposed to kill his target, nothing new right? Angelo was different, but why? What's so speacial about this freak? (This was written by two people. Jazmine and pepper.)

The lights start flickering at 6:03 a.m. Claudia Hopper knows something is wrong- but after what she did that night, she's not sure she's the hero anymore.

Chaeyoung Park was never meant to know Kim Taehyung's secrets. One wrong turn. One glance too long. One car crash meant to silence her forever. She survives-but only because forgetting becomes her greatest weapon. Waking up in a hospital bed with her enemy standing over her, Chaeyoung makes a split-second decision: she pretends to have lost her memory. It's the only way to stay alive. But Taehyung doesn't panic. He doesn't threaten. Instead, he claims her-with a single, devastating lie. You're my wife. Trapped in a dangerous game of deception, Chaeyoung must act soft, confused, and trusting while hiding the truth in her mind. Every touch is a test. Every word could be her last. And the most terrifying part? The more Taehyung watches her, protects her, and holds her like she belongs to him... the harder it becomes to tell whether he's hiding the truth from her-or from himself. Because forgetting him might save her life. But remembering might cost her everything.

"Until next time, my friend." Those words were always on Avery's mind ever since New Year's eve. He couldn't get rid of them, no matter how much he tried. Will Avery manage to cope with the death of his friend? Or will he fall into depression? This story is a ghost au of sfawtde/dawtde This is my first fanfiction and english isn't my first language so im sorry for any errors and mistakes.