The Switch

Leituras 11
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Capítulos 2
Tempo 8m

Leituras 11
Votos 0
Capítulos 2
Tempo 8m

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My mother always told me 'Never open your mouth to curse yourself.' And 'A curse without a cause won't stand.'; but I wonder what did I do to deserve this? Who opened their mouth to cause this fate upon me...?Todos os Direitos Reservados

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You were 14 when you first learned the only way for your brain to stop spinning, trying to find a new way to obtain peace was with a very simple little thing. Weed, this wasn't what was deadly, no it was what started the cycle. First it was weed, then it was alcohol, then it was late night parties, until one day it fell into the palm of your hand. A simple little pill, how could it cause so much damage? Things were fine until one pill turned into two then two turned into three and then you ended up on the patio of a stranger's porch foaming out the mouth. 4 days in the hospital and 2 weeks in rehab was enough to scare you for a while, but not enough to make you forget about the relief that came with it. Warnings: Talk of drugs/Drug use. Possible smut in the future. SH. A lot of plot. EXTREME Canon divergence. Before Maddies time. Set in 2021 Wally Clark x reader No use of y/n

Hunted by the living. Haunted by the dead. When Aria Lawson earns a prestigious scholarship, she dreams of a fresh start. Instead, she becomes the target of a ruthless man connected to the darkest tragedy of her past. Stripped of safety, hunted at every turn, and haunted literally by a ghost, Aria is forced into a dangerous game where trust is rare and survival is everything. With Ethan Callahan at her side and a ghost with dangerous secrets in her ear, she must survive a deadly game where trust can kill...and love might save her.

HI it's me! C'mon you know who this is! At least I hope you do because truth be told who I am anymore is a lot more of a complicated matter than I'd like it to be. It's all 'cause of him too, or maybe I'm just blaming the new guy for my newfound insecurities about her- about me I meant to say. Who am I kidding it doesn't matter what I say to you! You only exist in my head anyway! Maybe I really am going off the deep end.

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

What will you do if the world throw a game but you never given a chance to prepared? What will you do if the person you thought that would never turn their back against you suddenly turned their back and never looked back? What will you do if your past chases you no matter how you choosed to hid? What will you do if you felt alone and left behind with no one by your side but yourself? Are you ready?

My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan : Volume 2, de harui30

2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Waiting Room [𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘], de Stan-StrayKids

"I promise" Didn't his mom always tell him to never promise something he cannot hold? . . . . Inspired by the first half of the poem "When tomorrow starts without me" by David M Romano TRIGGER WARNINGS: - suicide - selfharm - depression

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

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You were 14 when you first learned the only way for your brain to stop spinning, trying to find a new way to obtain peace was with a very simple little thing. Weed, this wasn't what was deadly, no it was what started the cycle. First it was weed, then it was alcohol, then it was late night parties, until one day it fell into the palm of your hand. A simple little pill, how could it cause so much damage? Things were fine until one pill turned into two then two turned into three and then you ended up on the patio of a stranger's porch foaming out the mouth. 4 days in the hospital and 2 weeks in rehab was enough to scare you for a while, but not enough to make you forget about the relief that came with it. Warnings: Talk of drugs/Drug use. Possible smut in the future. SH. A lot of plot. EXTREME Canon divergence. Before Maddies time. Set in 2021 Wally Clark x reader No use of y/n

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