Mary Pan
- Reads 21
- Votes 0
- Parts 3
Mary Pan esta procurando sua bolsa favorita que ficou na casa de umas amigas . Mas isto foi muito tempo depois daquele ano em Paris quando elas estavam tendo uma noite e Mary recebeu um snap do seu boy . Saiu pela janela voando sem explicar nada para ninguém .
Todas achavam que Mary teria voltado pra Terra do Sempre mas as eternas de lá também nāo sabiam dela.
Dentro da Prada verde musgo um escudo oxidado chiava de hora em hora.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
The Woman Who Blasphemed
The drip, drip brought back the memory of those screams. She could smell the crimson from that day, or was it crimson, salt, left behind by the blood and tears of some other prisoner. Were they abused? She wondered. How were her children. She thought of them a dozen times a day, she asked the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost to keep them safe. Jamil she had long ago realized would be spared his father's beatings. That day only brought it to her conscious. She had always known. But she saw it that day. Her beautiful daughter Maryam, that was who she was more worried about. Drip, drip. Splat. Splat. The water smelled bad. Sour, of shit. It tasted even worse. She had been forced to drink it, they had starved her, and deprived her of water for a few days. Was it days? She didn't know. There was no night and day in this place. Just the collective quiet and screams for food, for water, for mercy. Confessions of sins that the prisoners had not committed, anything to get out. Most harrowing were the screams. The whips, the flays, the screams. She winced every time she heard one. She shivered the first time she had heard one. She shuddered as she thought of that. The hair on her back rose, she pulled her arms around herself. It was unearthly. Not an animal's scream, not her screams when her husband beat her, not even when he had hit her with a bat. Not the screams of the dog that those kids had cornered, and were poking with sticks, some throwing stones at it, as if it were the devil himself. No, none of those screams. This came from a deeper place. This was a scream from before civilization. From before language. This was a scream, guttural. Loud, screeching, very much in pain.Complete
THE BIG GAME(PREGNANT FOR THE PLAYER)
She fierce she's beautiful she's probably the kind of girl that'll impress you the moment you see her she's everyman's dream woman she's rich quite stylish you can never see her in the same outfit. Taking the second pregnancy stick I slowly dipped it into the bottle and again it was positive. ooh my! exclaimed Emma as she immediately sat on the floor trying to remember how this all happened, she's interrupted by Evian. Go away Evian. she yelled practically rolling her eyes at him I'm not leaving till you open up and tell me why you've being constantly shutting me out. he yelled still knocking at the door. soon Emma opens up and pulling him to sit on the bed she takes a seat and tells him everything. you're pregnant for the the player? he asked rather shocked. "yeah I know I messed up'. 'what if he doesn't wants the child, will I ever be a good mother?. trust me you will. now let's go find the baby it's father.Complete![Falling for Her Player [BXB]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/370626297-256-k565247.jpg)
Falling for Her Player [BXB]
⚠️ ON HIATUS ⚠️ { "No, I mean I /like/ you." I pause sharply. "I'm gay, Greyson." I watch as he takes a long drag from his freshly-lit cigarette in a contemplating silence. "You know, just because I don't have a girlfriend right now doesn't mean I'll let you hit. I'm not gay." } But despite his firm comment from the past, Greyson's lustful body was now saying a completely different story as he needily wrapped his muscular arms around my neck. I threw everything I had ever known out the window when I became intertwined with my best friend in a heated, animalistic embrace. *** TLDR; What happens when a jock sleeps with his best friend and then pretends it never happened? (Genres: romance, erotica, angst, drama, friends-to-lovers, friends-with-benefits, queer) #1 in eboy (10/24/24) #4 in friendswithbenefits (11/16/24) #1 in toxicrelationship (7/1/25) #1 in boyslove (7/9/25) #3 in lgbtfiction (7/25/25)
Narnia's Shadow // Peter Pevensie
She was a girl from inside the wardrobe. He was a boy from outside the wardrobe. ~~~~ "You're joking?" I scoff. "These are the Prophecy?" I pointed at the three children standing beside them. It was like an inside joke that wasn't even laughable. "Yes, sweetheart! You cannot deny the coincidence that is happening all around us." Mrs. Beaver explained. Her motherly tone brought me some reassurance. I nodded reluctantly, glancing at the three children standing awkwardly. "So much for a Prophecy." ~~~~ "Is Aslan really your father?" Lucy asked me. I smirked in amusement as she sat down beside me at the river. "Is that what everyone keeps telling you?" Lucy nodded innocently. It was adorable how her cheeks redden in embarrassment. "No," I answered, "he isn't my father by blood but I like to think of him as one." I turn to the flowing river, watching as the tiny fishes jump every now and then out of the water. "He raised me, saved me from dying. I never knew my parents. Don't know if they're looking for me or continuing on with their lives like nothing is missing." I shrugged hoping to fool anyone who thought otherwise. If I put my guard up maybe no one will notice. ~~~~ "A King is never a King without his Queen by his side." A voice said from behind me. I smiled at his attempt of trying to woe me. "Oh?" I didn't need to take a look to know that he was already next to me. His warmth radiated to me like a magnet. "So, why is everyone calling me 'King' when my Queen is out here?" Peter said. I whipped my head over at him, baffled at his confidence. He smirked making me swoon for him even more. Especially, the way the setting sun shinned against his dirty blande hair and his blue eyes glowed even brighter. ~~~~ The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe {P. Pevensie} {The Shadow Series} {Part of Across The Multiverse Series} {Book 1} All of the credit of the books belongs to C.W. Lewis and the movies belong to Disney. I only own Natasha Rebecca Barnes and her plot.Complete
Johanna (GirlxGirl)
"Fuccckkk" she moaned. This made me wet. I felt the rush of hot wetness between my legs and she continued to moan as I pleased her. She had cum quickly. She arched her back letting the juices release from her body. I let her catch her breath. I climbed back on top of her and kissed her letting her enjoy her own flavor. It was at that moment my room door flew open because I had forgotten to lock it." Jada isn't the average teenage girl. She's shy, quite, and also she's insecure. A new friend named Johanna comes along, and it all changes when feelings start to get involved. Get ready for a drama filled story.Complete
Pan Never Fails
"It's a good thing you guys don't ask any questions." I look down at the young boy who spoke, who's hands are tied tightly together. Twelve, thirteen at the most, I'm guessing. He walks into the forest with two adults, one male, and one female. I smirk down at them from my tree as I slowly climb onto a nearby branch of another tree. I leap across the branches, from tree to tree, as I make my way towards where I know the boys will be waiting. ******************************* Liz Murphy is not a normal girl, with her sparkling brown eyes, and her long pitch black hair. Abandoned by her parents at twelve years old, she's learned to live on her own. She had grown up in the Enchanted Forest until she found a magic bean at fourteen. She went to the most magical place she could think of. Neverland. Although it's not all that special, she has grown to love it. Her short encounters with the boys were straight to the point. She stays on her small side of the island, they stay on theirs. She listened for the first year, but got used to breaking the rules after she got used to the island. She hasn't gotten to get to know Pan, mostly because he probably hates her guts (or so she thinks). Now of course the time they grow close will be on behalf of the Truest Believer. Because this girl won't miss a chance for action. *************** Go to @doctorwholovertardis for another character's point of view. Pan Never Fails: Wolf.Complete
7 Minutes In Heaven
The bottle landed on me, butterflies shot up and down my stomach. I was going to be in a cloest for a full 7 minutes with the one and only; Jake Hefferson. The school's quaterback and heart throb. We were like the worst mix, I was a straight A student and he was just the jock of the school. The only reason I was at this party was because it was my best friend; Molly's boy friends party. It took her for ever trying to convience me too come, and now I really do regret it. Jake was hot an all but he had the worst personality ever, he had a new girl wrapped around his arm everyday, and they don't seem to realise he only wants to get in their pants. 'Great' He muttered. Way to make a girl feel like utter crap Jake, well that's what he was used to doing anyway. I sighed at the thought of sharing air with this boy with an IQ of a tortoise. He got up and walked towards the closet, I followed in and shut the door, his eyes then locked onto mine.Complete
I am Isabel (published)✔️
Meet Isabel. She gets along with most people, not super popular but she's not a wallflower either. Isabel doesn't need anyone else in her life not to protect her and certainly not Derek and his crew. She lives with her brother and father . They share a secret that could land them in jail. She can fight almost anyone and win, this girl kicks a$$. Yet Isabel has a past that features in her nightmares, making her afraid to sleep alone. --- "Hey?" I heard but didn't reply. "Hey!" I still didn't reply. A hand grabbed my arm and I twisted out of it on instinct. There was a glimmer of surprise in his eyes as I faced the last of the Five in the now almost empty hallway. Derek. Almost as tall as Mac. Black hair like the twins with ice cold blueish grey eyes. Same fighters build, six pack and all but not as soft as Mac or as feminine as the twins beauty. He was more rugged. I did understand the appeal of these boys but there were a lot of good looking guys on the swim team too and I did go with Jarred when he had fights. "You know we wouldn't let anyone hurt you right? Even if Jarred isn't around, we'll be here to protect you." I blinked. I blinked again. Nope, he was still standing there with the same serious expression. Derek, the unofficial leader of the Five, the boy every guy would want to be friends with and every girl would love to sleep with, was offering me his protection. I did the only thing that made sense in that situation. I burst out laughing. I was laughing so hard that I doubled over and when I glanced up at him I just cracked up again. He stood through it all without any emotion on his face, there was barely a glimmer of anger in his eyes. If anything I might have seen some surprise. I patted him on the arm and winked. "You. Are. Funny! I don't need you idiots to look out for me. But thanks for the thought." With that I quickly made my way to class.Complete
The drip, drip brought back the memory of those screams. She could smell the crimson from that day, or was it crimson, salt, left behind by the blood and tears of some other prisoner. Were they abused? She wondered. How were her children. She thought of them a dozen times a day, she asked the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost to keep them safe. Jamil she had long ago realized would be spared his father's beatings. That day only brought it to her conscious. She had always known. But she saw it that day. Her beautiful daughter Maryam, that was who she was more worried about. Drip, drip. Splat. Splat. The water smelled bad. Sour, of shit. It tasted even worse. She had been forced to drink it, they had starved her, and deprived her of water for a few days. Was it days? She didn't know. There was no night and day in this place. Just the collective quiet and screams for food, for water, for mercy. Confessions of sins that the prisoners had not committed, anything to get out. Most harrowing were the screams. The whips, the flays, the screams. She winced every time she heard one. She shivered the first time she had heard one. She shuddered as she thought of that. The hair on her back rose, she pulled her arms around herself. It was unearthly. Not an animal's scream, not her screams when her husband beat her, not even when he had hit her with a bat. Not the screams of the dog that those kids had cornered, and were poking with sticks, some throwing stones at it, as if it were the devil himself. No, none of those screams. This came from a deeper place. This was a scream from before civilization. From before language. This was a scream, guttural. Loud, screeching, very much in pain.
More detailsContent Guidelines