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Dark abyss (Mroczna otchłań)

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Wszystko miało swój początek w 1994 roku w Mediolanie, na pozór miłym i towarzyskim mieście. Jednak pozory mylą, a człowiek zawodzi.
Beatrice to Włoszka mieszkająca w małym miasteczku- Camelford. Ma pracę, ambicje i całe życie przed sobą.  Co łączy ją z tragiczną historią lat 90-tych XX wieku?

WITAJCIE W ŚWIECIE MOICH OPOWIEŚCI ;) WŁAŚNIE ROZPOCZYNAM PRZYGODĘ Z WATTPADEM, TAKŻE PROSZĘ WSZYSTKICH O WYROZUMIAŁOŚĆ. JEDNAK PISZĘ OD DZIECKA I OD MAŁEGO TO UWIELBIAM I WKŁADAM W TO CAŁE SERDUSZKO.

DARK ABYSS PUBLIKOWANE BĘDZIE W SOBOTY, JEDNAK DZISIAJ JEST WYJĄTEK, CZYLI CZWARTEK. JEST TO SERIA SKŁADAJĄCA SIĘ Z WIELU ROZDZIAŁÓW, DLATEGO WYCZEKUJCIE NA KOLEJNE CO SOBOTĘ. 
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You think you know? by AhmedRabie5

" Hello... 911?... this is Thomas calling from Harvard law school... dr. sara is dead... and i think i killed her... please dont be late.. bye. " these were actually my last words while i walked out of her office.. slammed the door... and walked outside jogging with my long black hair dancing in the wind breathe while the snow is the only clothes i have on and i still feel warm.. with a great smile on my face... and as i started hearing the sirens of the police.. i started dancing on the beat walking towards them... with nothing to say but " im under arrest aint i? ". Not to mention that the next moment i was handcuffed and on the ground laughing as loud as i could while the police were checking on dr. sara and calling the ambulance to come pick up the dead body with hope she is still alive... poor officers... freezing in the cold... with no single idea what is going on... i forgot to tell u dr. sara was wearing my clothes... if u were wondering why i was naked... im not a fan of people seeing what lays beyond my six packs... unless the officer is into becoming my next bf... which also wont work out... cause sadly i aint into men... sorry officer... back to some serious shit... well... shouldnt we first know why this is all happening?.. cause i dont even know... but i remember how this all started... so.. let me give u a clue.

THE WEEKEND by Mary-Gbubs

That moment you find yourself in a mess and you keep wondering how you are going to survive that particular mess. *** Meet Beatrice Robert, the daughter of a multimillionaire, Mr. Robert Blue. She was known all over Turkey as the most beautiful lady. She was also a business lady who didn't depend on her father's name nor money to feed herself. She is an independent beautiful young woman. She was also in a relationship with this rich man called Tokyo Denise, though he was rich. But not as rich as Beatrice's assistant. But she loved him like that. And they were cool until something happened. Beatrice was on her way home when these men in masks stopped her vehicle and bundled her into theirs. The whole of Mr. Drip's household became restless, so was Tokyo. Who kidnapped her? Why would they? Who is behind this kidnap? How does this all have to do with the title THE WEEKEND?

Monster Beneath The Surface (Solangelo AU) by Doctor_Orders1932

Everyone in town knows about the sea monster. Every night, he goes into town to find his prey. He lures them in with his voice, only to bring them back to the ocean, to eat them. Few survive this, and the people who do, they lose their mind, like they were cursed. You can only gather from them that he was beautiful, his voice was like an angel's, and that when he took you into the ocean, he became a monster. He only hunted young men, women, teens, and the occasional twelve-year old. It was terrifying, because the people had no way to stop him. Every night, someone would go missing, or come back insane. They knew he lived in the ocean, and when people tried to bomb the area where they thought the monster lived, they would either be cursed, or just eaten by the sea monster himself. And the people who came back insane, they would always wander over the fact that the monster had not even a scratch on him. Teens, young men and women would fear for their lives, and lock themselves in their houses at night. But only one person refused to hide, either in bravery or utter stupidity. That person was Will Solace. So basically, this story is based on the cover art of the book. I just thought it was such a great idea and wanted to put it to story. I saw another person do this and they used the same cover art, and I hope you guys like my version! I, personally very much like it and hope you guys do to! (I don't own any of the characters or art work that appears in this fanfic. All of the characters belong to Rick Riordan.)

Mohabbat mein mera Intakhab by NuhairaTabrez

This anecdote is about the ones living among us yet, people different from us. The ones who see and live their lives in a different way. What life we desire to live, the things we are fond of and the satisfaction that we are running after is the least of their worries. This is the narrative of the heroes that perhaps many people had seen but didn't recognise. These heroes are like you or me only. But unlike you or me their life has no dependence. That is why they don't make or have no beloveds. We would have the least knowledge of where or when or on which level they protected us from the great dangers of the world. They are the Top Secret Agents working for the government to go on important missions. One of these masked heroes is Noor Ayaz a young gorgeous but the most deadly undercover assassin agent, having the least interest in love and feeling, or only till she has to go on one strange mission in which, she has to protect a Disagreeable CEO. Will this change her interests? Let us join her in her adventurous visit to the Alam Mansion and the unique members while being undercover and finding the one who cannot possibly be found. Who are they? What do they want?

Fate in his hands by mai951371

Still mourning from the untimely death of her mother, and a week before leaving the Nassau county with her best-friend, and with that, everything else she had ever known, Sol find herself wrongfully charged and incarcerated for the murder of a member of her family. Already depressed at the idea of her once-promising future now marred by the bleak confine of a prison cell, she now also has to the deal with the fact that she has just caught the eyes of a man, whose power and reputation for brutality alone precede him. ....... "Little flower" , He said, his fingers gently tilting my head up to look at him. "Yes", I breathlessly exhaled "If you ever speak to me like that again, I will rip your fucking throat out.", He continued with a terrifying smile. ...... - And because his ancestors were never picky about their business endeavours, partly due to their direct ties to royalty, and due to their connections to upper-class members of the justice system in Europe and eventually in North America and Asia, the man's family had been direct benefactors of both world wars due to their involvement in the weapon industry, and as suppliers of the adrenaline-pumping drug both the Germans and the French/Americans were injecting in their soldiers before sending them to battle. It's safe to say the man's power knew no bound or restrain. Power that carried through with every single one of the man's actions. Indeed, The man never yelled and never raised his voice, he never had to. The man was curt in his speech. His deep, raspy, baritone voice almost always resonated through with the same monotonous tone. Unless it was to handle his bi-daily entertainments, which were often eccentric in genre and deriving from eclectic sources. It was only then, you'd see the man's eyes twinkle with amusement, frequently at the expense of others. - ______ WARNING [Contains mature, potentially triggering content]

Saved by sabzeverdeen17

She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.

VALERIE by xxmils

He speaks as if he knows everything, he trips over his own tongue like the intelligent person he is. The lingering taste of vodka and whiskey taint his sinful chapped lips. When he walks he stumbles, he smells like nicotine and he's cold. Ice resides in his veins and heart but not even the hell like flames of hatred and anger burning within his mind can freeze over. She's sweet like honeysuckle. She's warm and physically beautiful with her long brown hair and different colored gaze. When she smiles, the entire world stops to look and stare at her. Yet underlying her forced smile and physical perfection, dwells the monster that is her mental illness that she cannot control. Being beautiful doesn't hide it either, only mass doses of prescription pills do. In which an 18-year-old who believes he hasn't much to live for leaves his small sleepy town in hopes of finding his mother who abandoned him years ago. All the while a 17-year-old girl with severe Manic Depression tags along in hopes of being distracted from her illness and to also find peace of mind and happiness elsewhere. ** Inspired by music, specifically The 1975, Lana Del Rey, and others. ** Rough draft in desperate need of editing, plot holes, grammatical issues, etc. * not cliche but cliche it has it moments, but also so many plot twists so idk yeah. Mature Content. Read at your own will. Copyrighted ©

She Kills (2016) by Sennafumi

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Dangerous Letters by iriswinter

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His Little Play Thing by HanMarie66

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You think you know?

" Hello... 911?... this is Thomas calling from Harvard law school... dr. sara is dead... and i think i killed her... please dont be late.. bye. " these were actually my last words while i walked out of her office.. slammed the door... and walked outside jogging with my long black hair dancing in the wind breathe while the snow is the only clothes i have on and i still feel warm.. with a great smile on my face... and as i started hearing the sirens of the police.. i started dancing on the beat walking towards them... with nothing to say but " im under arrest aint i? ". Not to mention that the next moment i was handcuffed and on the ground laughing as loud as i could while the police were checking on dr. sara and calling the ambulance to come pick up the dead body with hope she is still alive... poor officers... freezing in the cold... with no single idea what is going on... i forgot to tell u dr. sara was wearing my clothes... if u were wondering why i was naked... im not a fan of people seeing what lays beyond my six packs... unless the officer is into becoming my next bf... which also wont work out... cause sadly i aint into men... sorry officer... back to some serious shit... well... shouldnt we first know why this is all happening?.. cause i dont even know... but i remember how this all started... so.. let me give u a clue.