Story cover for Discarded by harryswagy
Discarded
  • WpView
    Reads 48
  • WpVote
    Votes 9
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
  • WpHistory
    Time 9m
  • WpView
    Reads 48
  • WpVote
    Votes 9
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
  • WpHistory
    Time 9m
Ongoing, First published Apr 06, 2014
A few centuries after the modern things started, people began to change. Some countries from different continents give priority to laws that they have shared.

Those aged under 10 years will be taken when doing things that are not done for other children. Have more knowledge, strength, or even disease. They should stay there. Isolated. Do not know each other.

Those who have long been taken and placed there start thinking their way out and set up a school to train the newcomers if they had already reached 16 or 17 years when the small wars began to occur in the corner of the city. The border between the 'Burg' and other cities.


A story about the fighters, student, friendship, love, and betrayal
Copyright © harryswagy on Wattpad All Rights Reserved
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Discarded to your library and receive updates
or
Content Guidelines
You may also like
Lilah by AshlynPope
47 parts Complete Mature
She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
A Bad Boy's Worst Nightmare (Book 1) cover
A Heart Split For Two cover
The One That Got Away | Rewriting cover
Complicated cover
Storm Of Pain cover
US cover
No New Friends (Completed) cover
We Fell Like Waterfalls ✔️ cover
Lilah cover
Grovel, They Said. cover

A Bad Boy's Worst Nightmare (Book 1)

26 parts Complete

She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.