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Tuesdays and Apples

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LECTURES 51
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Parties 7
Durée 49m

LECTURES 51
Votes 0
Parties 7
Durée 49m

TristanKingOfficial

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She's a no-nonsense type of girl, that doesn't let anything get past her. That's why she's perfect for the job. But even the best role, can sometimes have the most unplanned ending. 

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"Sara! Help!" Leo screams from upstairs. My eyes widen from his tone of voice, and I'm dropping my butter knife in the sink to go find out the problem. I quickly open Leo's door, my expression falling when I see him standing in front of his mirror with his head stuck in his shirt sleeve. 

"You have got to be kidding me."Tous Droits Réservés

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Changed me, écrit par SincerelyShomal

Time was standing annoyingly still and I think I may have forgotten how to properly breathe. "Panda you have to come sit down pacing is not going to-" pushing my hand out I stopped him from saying anything. I stopped him from confirming the knowledge that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I pulled at my hair ripping a couple of strands out in the process. I hated the white walls and fluorescent lights that adorned this place. The squeaky sound that could be heard whenever anyone walked and right now I was causing a lot of squeaking. The strong smell of disinfectant burning my nose but none of it matter right now not any of it. "Where is he?" I heard the voice and my blood immediately started to boil. "You did this" was the last thing I said before I flew and was on top of his mom hitting her wildly. So much for not liking confrontation.

I Swear I'm Not Crazy , écrit par GracieCakez

"FIGHTING AGAIN!?" My mom yelled at me as she furiously cut up carrots. "Yes but, it was for a good cause." I explained, trying to reason with her. She slammed the knife on the counter and turned towards me placing her hands on her hips, "NIA! When is breaking a girls nose a good cause?!" She snapped. "When some bitc-" I paused, catching myself before I got slapped, "When some chick wants to talk about my mom!" I snapped. "Im a grown ass woman, I don't care what some little girl has to say about me. I can't with you anymore, I don't know what to do with you!" She sighs, rubbing her temples. "You're moving in with your father." Nia Carter got into a fight, again. Her mom is furious. What happens when she has to go and live with her Father, Greg, and his home-wrecking wife in New York?

My Name Is Jasper, écrit par JasperDeMan

A book about life and people, about the past and the present, about insights and stories, all seen through the eyes of a 30 year old kid trying to figure out adulthood. And a lot about toilets for some reason... Anyway. Each chapter is accompanied by a song. The song is tied to the chapter in a specific way. Although the connection is something blaringly obvious, I don't specifically call it out. up to you to figure it out :) My first Wattpad story, hope you like it - if you do, leave me a vote. Thanks for checking this out! I do not own the rights for, nor claim the ownership of the music/footage in the attached YouTube videos - please support the artists.

The Outcast, écrit par ihareemnisar

"Will you just shut up" !!!!! I shouted loudly turning towards her ,she was literally getting on my nerves now "Don't you dare shout at me...You brought me into this mess", She shouted equally loudly at me The pitch of her voice was shattering my eardrums and I was on the verge of literally killing her now.She was so tiny yet hell annoying The bulb to the patience area in my mind suddenly got switched off and I abruptly pushed her into the alley wall bringing our faces real close to both our comfort levels "Listen to me you little brat and listen good...My fuckin patience is hanging on a thin thread so if you want your annoying little self to stay alive and might I add in one piece I suggest you shut your filthy shithole" I whispered in her ear lowly making her shiver knowing already that no doubt the shiver came purely from the fear she felt from me and not anything sexual..Good....She should fear me I wasn't the one to be trusted I wasn't the one to be loved I am not a person you should take lightly I am the one you don't want to mess with I am the one you don't want to piss off if you don't want your existence to be utterly painful I am Dominick Slade And I am The Outcast......

We Dream at Midnight (Ember 2), écrit par immoralLaurel

I find her on the roof again. She's perched on the edge, legs dangling above the city. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand. I'd use my lips if she asked. I settle carefully beside her, scared to fall, and brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I catch my pinky finger in hers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. When she leans in and sets her lips just under my jaw, it rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I say. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ trauma & healing ❤︎ flawed characters (and development) WattpadONLY Copyright floralLaurel 2021 Copyright immoralLaurel 2025

Waiting for the Sunrise, écrit par Foreverbright8

"The lights flashed in my eyes. They were too bright, my eyes went black. Then there was a deafening crash. "Rebecca!" My dad cried, then nothing. I woke up soaked in sweat. My whole body ached from memory of the nightmare. I checked the time on my phone. 4:27am Wow, it was late for me. Almost 6 hours. I groaned, rolling over and turning on the lamp. I slid on shorts over my underwear and pulled sneakers over my feet. I sighed, remembering it was cold. But I didn't care and kept going, slamming the door shut behind me. My mom likely wasn't home to be woken by it. " Perfect Rebecca Birch became somebody else after the accident. She was long lost in the eyes of those around her. Except for Will, he knew Becca was still in there somewhere.

Someone Willing to Stay, écrit par read_to_escape13

"Damn it, Mason, you can't fix me. I'm not some used car that needs an oil change." I'm standing at the edge of my driveway. If I take one step towards that house, then I go back to my life. The life I've had since Mason left. Since he abandoned me. If I turn around. If I take one second to look into his eyes. I don't think I'll be able to resist throwing myself in his arms. "I'm shattered, Mason. Like a dusty vase that's been ignored for too long." "You know the best thing about broken vases, Mel? You just need three things to make them whole." I decide to go along with his speech. "Faith, trust, and pixie dust?" I muse. "Tape, glue, and someone willing to fix it. And I'm right here, Mel."

Found, écrit par jay1967

A girl is alone and abandoned after her supposed parents throw her out of the house at 16, choosing to be homeless to avoid being put in the system. Now she's 20, on the fourth year anniversary of being thrown out she bumps into a group of friends at a bar. What happens next? _____ • One chapter per week. • Please read tags. _____ Trigger Warnings • Smut • Self harm • Attempted SA • Substance abuse • ED mentions/Purging

Colours Of The Dark (Completed), écrit par Can_ary

Darkness isn't just when you can't find the torch. It isn't only when there's no electricity and the moon's nowhere to be found. Darkness is a feeling. You can stand under the rainbow and still feel it crawling up your skin,covering every hint of light. 16 years old Barbara parker had that feeling. Living with a wicked step mother and step sisters can be manageable when you have a good father. But that was not the case for Barbara. Sometimes she suspected her dad was not her father but a step father. It was that bad. One day,she attends a trade fair and gets this amazing gift from a nice stranger. A bracelet. A special one that changes colour kind of like a chameleon. She continues living her normal life or so she thinks Find out what happens in this twisted tale of magic,mystery and everything not nice. Completed. First draft

" Bang." (Zack Foster x Reader), écrit par d0llygur1

UNFINISHED ______ Y/N was released from the asylum 1 year ago, she was there since she was 13, she's now 20. It was hard at first to live in an ordinary lifestyle but she got used to it. But now that the most wanted serial killer "Issac Foster" breaks into her house, what will happen to the ordinary life she now had? Will Zack be a threat to her, a friend, or something more... ________ "I have my reasons for keeping you alive... I had my reasons yesterday, today those reasons don't apply." "Well listen up Mr. Red Eyes, this is my house so I don't need to answer any of your questions, and once again, please be careful holding your scythe so carelessly, you already broke a window." I go to the cabinet and take out the only box of cereal left and a bowl. I'm running out of food, I'll have to go grocery shopping tomorrow. Now, all I need is some milk. I face the refrigerator and take out the milk. As I walk around the kitchen preparing my cereal I can feel the boy's eyes following me around the room. "I don't get you, you're so weird." "Oh so I'm the weird one, your the one who broke into my house. Twice." I pull the drawer open and take out a spoon. Shit. I dropped it. I bend down to grab it, the problem is that I forgot I'm wearing a robe. A short robe. "Hey kitty, I'm seeing way more skin than I need to." My face begins to heat up. I turn my head to the side at the right angle so he won't see the blushing mess I am right now. Good thing I put on shorts. "You shouldn't be worried about me seeing some skin, afterall, I'm not a pervert, I'm a serial killer. And for some reason you don't seem as concerned about that than you should." ___________________________ (This story takes place before Zack met Rachel) *Characters aren't mine, credits to J.C.Staff/Makoto Sanada, hope you enjoy the story, once again credits to the original creators*

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Changed me

Time was standing annoyingly still and I think I may have forgotten how to properly breathe. "Panda you have to come sit down pacing is not going to-" pushing my hand out I stopped him from saying anything. I stopped him from confirming the knowledge that there is nothing I can do to make this better. I pulled at my hair ripping a couple of strands out in the process. I hated the white walls and fluorescent lights that adorned this place. The squeaky sound that could be heard whenever anyone walked and right now I was causing a lot of squeaking. The strong smell of disinfectant burning my nose but none of it matter right now not any of it. "Where is he?" I heard the voice and my blood immediately started to boil. "You did this" was the last thing I said before I flew and was on top of his mom hitting her wildly. So much for not liking confrontation.