Addicted

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LECTURAS 15,162
Votos 106
Partes 17
Hora 1h 35m

" It was five years ago when I first saw him; he was sitting on a park bench in the middle of the afternoon. The perfect image of imperfection." My name is Stephen King; and I'm addicted.Todos los derechos reservados

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The Bench We Never Sat On de WomanOfWhispers

Every morning, he buys coffee from his favorite shop. He always chooses the window seat because from there, he can see her - the girl with soft eyes and tangled hair, always scribbling something in her journal at the bench just outside. She never looked up much. She was always writing. Always alone. But she had this quiet presence that made him feel... calm. Like the world paused a bit when she was there. He started going earlier just to see her. He timed his coffee runs to match when she'd be there.

Reckless Behavior ➣ Norminah de _fvcksociety

this is not my story! all rights go to the original author on 5hfanfiction.com. all i did was convert it!

~ An Outcast To Society ~ de KhairaKhai5

COVER ART NOT MINE!! "A young boy in second year used to be quite famous, life was great for him! Until.. a certain incident happened that caused him to be 𝘼𝙣 𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙤 𝙎𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮." (THIS IS ABT MY OCS!!)

No More Daddy's Little Whore de ValaDation

Years ago, as strangers we sat on a bench in the park. We agreed on the beauty of the weather and I proudly, but lacking true confidence, told you of my aspirations to be a writer. You smiled whistfully and began to talk, fated to tell me the journey of your life prior to that moment. So many times throughout your reminiscings, in a sad voice you said, "but no one believed me." Through my tears and adminration for all you endured I vowed to give credence to your testimony. You smiled and nodded, your eyes pleading for successs, but also offering absolution because I had listened. Then you walked away. Forgive me for neglecting my role. I feared I wouldn't do you justice but, finally, here it is. I hope that you find it. I pray that it brings you the warmth of truth now that it's been exposed to the light.

Maybe you weren't the one for me, but deep down I wanted you to be. g!p Camila oops

Your life was going to change when you met a sweet boy while being stuck on a roller coaster. You had no clue that he was going to be the first and only one and he completely changed your life. *ALL PHOTOS USED ARE NOT MINE. CREDIT TO WHOEVER MAKES THE EDITS AND SUCH*

credits to spending-words on tumblr :) - must be following me 'cause of privacy thing on wattpad was on when I published :( sorry for any inconvenience.

****ALL CREDIT TO THE PHOTOGRAPHER OF MY BOOK COVER**** The voices in my head tell me it's okay. They say I'm allowed to hurt myself. I'm allowed to create paintings on my skin with razor blades. These monsters in my head are my friends, not my enemies like people seem to think. I don't have a mental problem like my father seems to think. I'm not a freak like my brother thinks. And most importantly, I'm not dead. Why am I not dead? I deserve to die. I'm not worthy of the breath that fills my lungs. I should be dead. But I'm not. And there is only one reason why.

What The Fucking Fuck // Reddie (kind of) [completed] de midnightnugget

There's this situation I was in that made me angry So I changed all the characters in my life to the IT characters... reddie - Started: 2/18/18 Completed: 4/7/20 This story is fucking shit and I'm sorry if I lead you on because it's Reddie, but its really not. This whole book is a fucking mess.

Say Pretty Please [Camren] de DaydreaminDesperado

Three little words. Simple as that. *Converted* Fanfiction.net By: 12SilentAssassin23

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The Bench We Never Sat On

Every morning, he buys coffee from his favorite shop. He always chooses the window seat because from there, he can see her - the girl with soft eyes and tangled hair, always scribbling something in her journal at the bench just outside. She never looked up much. She was always writing. Always alone. But she had this quiet presence that made him feel... calm. Like the world paused a bit when she was there. He started going earlier just to see her. He timed his coffee runs to match when she'd be there.

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