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Broken Wings

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Time 3h 28m

Love2Write4eves

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"Remember the ocean baby, always remember it" 

And it was like, I don't know. It was like a light went out and left me in complete darkness. I knew exactly what she meant at that moment. And it rendered me speechless, it made my heart hammer in my chest, so much that it hurt. But I just nodded. I just nodded despite knowing that at this moment, My mother was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it

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Rain, formally known as Siren, Wilder left the city of Bombay Beach in California at 5 years old after bad blood between her mom and dad exploded her world. Being raised in the city by her single mom, she always wondered about her father but never voiced it. It was only up until a few weeks before summer ended that she considered him to her mom, but instead of a sweet reunion, an accident occurs, ending her mother's life. Since Rain is 17 and still considered underage, she takes a plane back to Cali to live with her father. A father who lives to protect and fight with his biker gang, "Hells Angels". There's she meets brothers Azrael and Lucas Hendricks, bikers who're covered in tats and have a story to hide.All Rights Reserved

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>•~Falling Upwards~•< by Contrastgaze

Preview: Falling, I am falling, Whether I fall, Up, or down, I am incapable of telling. *~* Imagine waking up in a world, stripped of all good. A place where you are incapable of seeing true life; true people? Where the only life around you, are the dead bodies of others? Where the only thing left of your old world, is the bite of the desert, and the sun hot enough to boil you alive? For "C", this is her reality. After awakening to a ruined world, with barely a scrap of her old life, she is left lost. Only her beaten body, a stab to her abdomen, and swerving memories and emotions remain. She owns not a speck of anything; not even a name. Death seems to be her only escape out, so she may as well accept it. However, after she is found and rescued by one of the few, decent survivors, life suddenly appears to be the right decision. She juggles with the struggle to figure out her past life, both who she was, and what had happened to her, all the while trying to stay alive from threats coming to her at all sides, and feelings for someone she would like to push aside. More dangers lurk, though. Betrayal comes from everyone, even those she will least expect. After all, the new life in their ruined world requires to be there for ones' self, and no one else. If "C" cannot figure this out, she might as well succumb to the fate destined for her. -- • Written by a real life bestie!! • Takes place a few days after the end of the sidestory, "Cursed World" and before "Daffodils and Hyacinths", a part of the "Forgotten Truths" series. Although you do not have to read any of these to understand this story. • Contains low themes of gore ⁃ New chapters will come out every (*time*)

Fast Future Furious Past by LShaney

Nearly twenty-two years ago Skylar's mom left the smoggy skies of LA to start a new life. Now after her mother's death, twenty-year-old Skylar returns to the very city that her mother left. Finding protection from a father that never knew she existed. Excerpt- "Sky sweetheart your mother admitted she was wrong keeping this from you for so long. But she did try to make things right." Skylar nodded her head and finally looked up from the photo. "He's coming isn't he?" she asked her voice sounding strained even to her own ears. Alicia nodded, "He said that even though they had not spoken in years that he had spoken to your grandparents and they insisted he come even though they weren't." "You think they told him?" Skylar asked her eyes widening. "That could be a possibility but I can't say for sure." "Oh god," Skylar said burying her face in her hands, "This is going to be weird; I mean how many people can say they met their dad for the first time at their mom's funeral?" **Takes place between Fast Five and Fast and Furious 6**

Damaged by Bloodbathpsycho

Skye was just an ordinary human. One with an unfortunate life. Her mother was killed in an armed robbery when she was barely a year old. Her father turned to alcohol and smoking to hide his pain. As the years went he began to abuse her and was eventually murdered as well by a burgler. She was sent to Wammy's House. As the only girl there, it was hard for her but she made a few friends and was very close with another boy. She stood out easily because of her white hair and small figure but it was mostly her eyes. She wasn't born with her white hair, it turned white from the torture and stress her father put her through. Her eyes were different. She was born with large, blood red eyes. Of course no one knew that she hadn't been born with white hair, not even the boy she was basically dating, except a boy little older than her named Lawliet. He was like a brother to her. Lawliet was given a caretaker named Watari and Skye, one named Yamato. She lived her life as normal as she could and climbed the ranks as a detective; even surpassing L, though she didn't know who he actually was. As it's well knows, shinigami liked to gamble to entertain themselves. The king himself gambled his own life and power on her and a few years before she went into Wammy's. The king bet his that she wouldn't risk her life to save a stranger and used his death note to put her in a situation that she could save a child's life by risking her own or continue walking and not give them a second glance. She saved the child and gained his death note, the shinigami eyes, healing and self-healing, the power to bring back to dead, and knowing whenever someone has been killed using a death note. She had not to try draw attention to herself, since others couldn't see the shinigami she talked to. As the shinigami queen it was hard to be normal. She traveled for cases and decided to dye her hair inky purple when she was in America. She returned to Japan to go to school and observe the Kira case.

Finding Purpose (+18) ✔️ by ZaynismRules

***this book contains suicidal thoughts and tendencies, may not be appropriate for younger audiences*** In which she looks for the purpose of life. Lily Carter's parents died in a car crash leaving her and Laura, girl was depressed long before her parents passed away and with all the problems turning up now, Lily felt more miserable - if that's even possible. With her journey to look for life's purpose and grab the small pinch of HOPE - which is ironically her second name -, will she finally snap at the pressure and finally end it all? or will a small light lit her darkened world of grief and loneliness? * "So you know. The little goth girl who gets bullied is indeed a mess. There's this mess in her head that eats her alive everyday isn't it? What to do now Kaden? Tell the whole neighborhood and recieve an award for taking out a crazy in this world?" I spit like vomit. His eyes warmed up as I finished, "Lily. It isn't like that" "What is it then? People stopped caring... they gave up, why aren't you?" I fought my tears. "Because I feel the need to care. Did Leigh hurt you? Did she hit you?" he finally noticed the unusual redness of my cheek. I don't like the way he told me he needed to care for me. I felt like an obligation, a responsibility that he is carrying and carrying leads to getting tired and when people gets tired, they give up. I don't want them to give up on me. But they will, so it's good not to make them care for me in the first place. "I never needed anyone. I stopped needing anyone before, why start now?" I uttered the words again. Why? There is nothing to fight for. No mama. No papa. No sister to love me. No one. So why would I waste my life and the time of others to fix what is already broken - and someone who doesn't want to be fixed? If I may add. Maybe I gave up. No, scratch that. I gave up a long time ago - when my parents died, my hope and purpose went away with them.

The Weight of Shadows by r4848193

Adam's life has never been his own. Raised under the shadow of a cold, domineering father, he was forced into a life of violence at a young age. Trained to be ruthless and taught that power is the only currency that matters, Adam's existence has always been about survival. Beneath the hardened exterior, though, lies the weight of deep emotional scars-ones that even time hasn't been able to heal. Just as Adam begins to unravel under the pressure of his past, an unexpected event sends his life spiralling out of control. Everything he thought he knew is shattered, and the fragile balance he maintained between survival and self-destruction crumbles. Struggling with the aftermath, Adam's world turns upside down, forcing him to confront the ghosts of his past and the dark path he's been set on. Driven by the overwhelming need to reclaim his sense of self, Adam decides to target the one thing that has always held him back, his father's empire. But revenge comes at a cost, and as Adam teeters on the edge of despair, he must decide whether destroying his father's legacy will free him or finally push him over the brink. (Guys this is my first story and first time writing on wattpad and uhh I did my best. I started this story in English class and am developing on it rn since I rlly like it lol so uhh don't judge. Have fun and thank you) This story will contain the following: - Abuse - Suicide - Violence - Killing (And uhh i might forget the rest so I'm really sorryy)

Zeus by Lani_love11

Gangs. A girl. War. Fights. Love. Hate. Death. All words to describe the city of Athens. The most dangerous city in the country. But only those who have been there know that. Athens is not a place for tourism. Not many people who visit, make it out alive. Vicki, 16, has finally found a home willing to adopt her after 6 years of jumping from home to home, family to family, foster to foster. Some were good. Some bad. Some could, would, and did the unthinkable. But now she didnt have to deal with that. But she had no idea of the secrets that the friendly "welcome to Athens" sign hides. Or did she? She wasn't ever supposed to end up in the system. Or end up on her meds. She remembered nothing of her life before 10 years old. She had always knew something was missing, but this? This was more than she could ever handle remembering. **** "Wow, I thought it was just you guys and Artemis." "There's a whole world of gangs. There are gangs in every country, some even I don't know as a leader." "Is it tough being a leader?" "Some times. Especially when I have to deal with loss. But I also give some opportunities to people who need it. I've even given a homeless man a small job and it set him up for life." "That's cool. Are the Zusians tyrants. I mean were they?" something about the name doesn't shake me. It's stuck in my head for some reason. "They more are now. There's speculation that a kid got out safe and will one day take back the leadership, but after seeing the wreckage first hand, I don't think anybody left it alive," he says it. But he doesn't sound like he even believes himself. "Did the kid get out? Is it even slightly possible?" "Between you and me. I helped her escape. I know she got out. But I don't think she lived long after we lost contact. Why do you ask?" "Something about the name... It is vaguely familiar but I don't know why. Maybe it's just my meds." "You might have just heard it before." *** Cover by @_scintillas

Surviving Depression by Faithful_Wings

Here I sit in this dark room. Alone. Wrists covered in warm, dark blood. Waiting to be saved from this hell hole of a life... ------------------------------------------------------ Meet Willow. A girl suffering from depression and abuse from her father. Her life had changed drastically when her mother died. She was ten years old when it happened. About a year later, her father began getting drunk constantly and doing drugs. He also began abusing her. Willow still has hope for the day that her father will finally stop his addictions and beg for her forgiveness. She still has hope that her father will treat her like a human being once more. But like every human being, she still has doubts. Doubts that she will never get her father back. Doubts that she'll never have the courage to stand up to her father or contact the police. But when she meets a boy named Jeremy, will all of that change? Will he be able to help her? Will Jeremy and Willow start to develop feelings for each other? Will Willow be able to handle those feelings? Willow knows that there must be some hope for her life to change, but she also knows not to keep her hopes up. Nothing good has ever come out of that.

Waveborn by CherylReifsnyder

Cass has no memories of her parents, only impossible dreams of waves and orcas and, sometimes, her mother's voice. When she and her adopted aunt return to the Pacific Northwest island--where her parents died twelve years before--Cass hopes the place will trigger long-buried memories. Instead, she discovers that the impossible is real, and that history is about to repeat itself. Unless she can stop it. ***Teaser*** The water hit with such a shock of cold that Cass thought she was going to pedal up and out of it again like some cartoon character. Instead, she flailed and splashed and smashed one arm against a piling as salt water poured into her raincoat & filled her shoes. "How do you like it?" Jason yelled. She spun until she could make out his form, black against gray sky. "What?" she sputtered. She dragged one arm from the water long enough to shove wet hair from her face. Jason became clearer: black hair dark above his yellow raincoat, arms crossed over his chest. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I asked how you like it, going for a swim in this water." She was open-mouthed with disbelief. It was a bad idea; a surge lifted her and slapped salt water into her mouth. Bile burned her throat as she coughed and all the while she was still flailing at the water, fighting the drag of shoes and clothes to keep afloat. She should kick them off-that's what you were supposed to do if you fell into the ocean with your clothes on-but she was only a dozen feet from the dock. Besides, it was her only coat. Jason watched her the way she'd watch a barracuda. "I know you're following me." "Following you?" What. The. Hell. She gave a mighty kick and tossed her coat onto the dock. Jason just stood there. "I nearly drowned last week, you know that? Now you show up as if nothing happened." "Last week," Cass said slowly, "I was in Argentina." Whatever he'd seen, it wasn't her.

Scarred Beauty [Completed] by Love_Em_Peeps

Normal isn't a term Olivia Hernandez is familiar with. Her mother is dead to an abnormal disease, leaving her wallowing in scattered memories. Her father is abusive and never sober, leaving her treading through glass shards of beer bottles. There's too many unclear secrets her family has, and so she can only act as if that's "normal". Her eyes are bright, and yet, her skin is littered in scars. Olivia meets Alex James, the son of her mother's best friend. And where do they meet? A graveyard. How oddly compelling. When the two find each other at her mother's grave, Olivia can't help but feel close to him, even with his harsh and yet somewhat caring atmosphere. Not only are his pretty bluebell eyes alarmingly alluring, but the memories he brings back to her are even more appealing. They had a hidden past, tied together by Olivia's deceased mother and toxic father. They had a hazy future, tied together by Alex's bastard of a father and Olivia's childhood nemesis. This was their reality. A reality for a boy with the prettiest bluebell eyes and a girl who would forever be a scarred beauty. ~~~ "You told me that you loved me," I said quietly as we walked across the golden fields, out of the nightmare of a territory. I peered at him to see his eyes half-closed, as if he was fighting and struggling to keep them open. "You told me to trust you." His blue eyes glanced at me for a moment before falling back to the ground. The sun began rising behind us as we continued on our path, shining rays of gold and orange light on us. I sniffled and smiled lightly, but it was without humor. "But I don't know if I can keep this up anymore..." [ DISCLAIMER: This concept was developed during my middle school years. The plot may be seriously underdeveloped, so unless you aren't looking to read a picture-perfect book, you're not where you should be. ]

The New American Dream by midnight--vamp

"I see the world and it seems like I see it so differently than most other people. It makes me really angry most of the time. Especially since no one ever listens to me or what I've got to say. I try to express myself in so many different ways and no one sees it. When I sing a song people will only care about how the music sounds or how much I swore. If I paint, people will see the picture but not the meaning. It seems so obvious to me but everyone just seems to... close their eyes. Or at least shut off their brain. As if I see things they don't. But when they don't listen, how can I communicate that to them? It's so frustrating." Allie is a high school student and has big plans to make the world a better place. But her own head is pitting against her, throwing rocks in her path on a daily basis. Everything seems to be great for a while but what happens when her world suddenly comes crashing down around her? Can she ever recover? A coming-of-age story that deals with mental ilnesses, grief, first loves and family, briefly taps into the subject of religion and will likely enrapture you. Trigger warning: mental illnesses, self harm, death, dealing with grief, mentions of guns and gun control, mentions of cults, mentions of homophobia, dissociation. Names of bands, band members and song titles have been changed but at this point I want to credit mainly Palaye Royale, the band 'Homesick Soldiers' that is mentioned throughout is heavily based off them, but I'm sure if you're familiar with them you would have been able to tell that :)

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>•~Falling Upwards~•<

Preview: Falling, I am falling, Whether I fall, Up, or down, I am incapable of telling. ~ Imagine waking up in a world, stripped of all good. A place where you are incapable of seeing true life; true people? Where the only life around you, are the dead bodies of others? Where the only thing left of your old world, is the bite of the desert, and the sun hot enough to boil you alive? For "C", this is her reality. After awakening to a ruined world, with barely a scrap of her old life, she is left lost. Only her beaten body, a stab to her abdomen, and swerving memories and emotions remain. She owns not a speck of anything; not even a name. Death seems to be her only escape out, so she may as well accept it. However, after she is found and rescued by one of the few, decent survivors, life suddenly appears to be the right decision. She juggles with the struggle to figure out her past life, both who she was, and what had happened to her, all the while trying to stay alive from threats coming to her at all sides, and feelings for someone she would like to push aside. More dangers lurk, though. Betrayal comes from everyone, even those she will least expect. After all, the new life in their ruined world requires to be there for ones' self, and no one else. If "C" cannot figure this out, she might as well succumb to the fate destined for her. -- • Written by a real life bestie!! • Takes place a few days after the end of the sidestory, "Cursed World" and before "Daffodils and Hyacinths", a part of the "Forgotten Truths" series. Although you do not have to read any of these to understand this story. • Contains low themes of gore ⁃ New chapters will come out every (time)