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Inside the Asylum (Book 1)

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Durée 2h 30m

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This is my story. 
  
  It's the story of how my life, which started out well, was turned upside down when I was 16 years old. 
  
  You see:
  
  They brought me here to Voltaire Asylum. The place where all the crazy people live. The people who don't fit into 'Normal' society. The people who are thought to be harmful. 
  
  People like me. 
  
  This is the story about how I survived inside the asylum. 
  
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Between Ties, écrit par kimmyxad

"Don't go inside! Stay!" She said, holding her hand up to show me her palm and then I leaned over the balcony, resting my forearms on the railing to hold me up. I rolled my eyes as I exhaled deeply. Apparently I was a dog now. But fuck, It's her! What are the fucking chances. It feels like I'm in one of those Wattpad novels that Beth always reads. She quickly rushed inside and opened her blinds so that I could see right into her apartment. I watched her rush over to her stereo to lower the volume and then she came rushing back out, out of breath. "Did you get my note?" She asked and then I nodded, trying to force back a smile remembering her cute handwriting, in fact her little note was in the pocket of my sweatpants at this very moment, And so was her 100 dollar bill that she had given me, "I did!" I said as I watched her try to brush her hair out of her face "look, the money that you gave me. I don't want it. I appreciate it but it's too much! I need to give it back!" I said and then she shook her head trying to reject what I was saying. "No, it's yours I gave it to you!" She seemed upset and a little sad that I wanted to give her money back. "Hey, come on. This is a sign from whatever forces are at work here, what are the chances that you would be living right across from me!? This is fucking crazy, I can't accept the money and the universe is giving me a chance to return it." I said shrugging as she waved me off and then smiled sweetly as she breathed in for a moment just looking at me with softness. THIS BOOK IS A BLEND OF TEENAGE DRAMA REALISM AND FANTASY - ROMANCE. WARNING *THIS BOOK TOUCHES ON THE TOPIC OF RAPE, THERE ARE NO RAPE SCENES BUT IT IS BRIEFLY DISCUSSED *SEXUAL CONTENT *LANGUAGE *YOUR FEELINGS ARE AT RISK *MAVERICK (yes Maverick should have a warning label written all over him) *UNEDITED Oh and also Maverick's a witch.

Keeping Up With the Sammy, écrit par SamanthaMichelle0

Hello! My name is Sam and, surprise, I write! Instead of throwing another common Wattpad teen romance your way, I decided to use this commonly used website as a journal for everyone to judge me! So if you want to read about my weird crazy life or just wanna dive into something a bit relaxing to take away the stresses of your day, I welcome you here to my little corner. Snuggle up and enjoy 💜 And as always, Stay Lovely ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 09/24 Hey, it's me Sam again, but four years later from what you just read this thing is essentially a blog, let's be honest, but hey, maybe if you're into that we can have a laugh together. And if you're about to swipe out this because this isn't very Wattpad aesthetic, I understand, I hope you have a great day, and again, Stay Lovely

My Guardian Demon, écrit par Eevee_gfi

My name is Kokichi. Kokichi Ouma. Student from the Mizanaki High School. I'm 16 but I'm by far the shortest boy in my class. And the weakest too. I guess that explains why I'm always their favorite victim... Kaito Momota and Gonta Gokuhara... I hate them. Every day, they ask me to bring them money. Every day, they ask for even more. Every day, they destroy my bag and hurt me if I dare not have what they asked. They've been racketeering me for so much time I don't even have any of my pocket money left to give them. I have to steal from my parents and to lie to them in order to get what they want and not to get any more bruises than I already have. At home, it's hard to hide my bruises and my injuries, especially to my mom. But I somehow manage with my purple locks. As for healing my injuries, I know how to deal with it. I may have become as good in this than Mikan Tsumiki, the Ultimate Nurse. Then I rewrite my homeworks if they have been destroyed once again by Momota. ... I wish I had a guardian angel... Someone who would protect me from Momota... who would protect me behind the scenes... When I said that prayer out loud, I had no idea... that someone heard me. And that that someone would make my wish come true the worst way possible... Changing my life into a living hell... A nightmare even worse... At that moment, I asked for a guardian angel... But what I received was none other than a demon... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning !! This story contains dark themes such as harassing, stalking, kidnapping, paranoïd (a bunch of nice things in other words XD).

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Insanity, écrit par poopinghinsil

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"My name is Jace Overton, and I have schizophrenia." Mr. Stevenson stood from his desk, his eyes widening and surprise slapping him in the face as if he'd just discovered vibranium. "Wow, so you're a schizophrenic?" My mom told me there were three kinds of people in the world: people that didn't care, people that cared enough, and people that cared too much. He was definitely the third type of person. "No, I have schizophrenia. I am not a schizophrenic." "Is there a difference?" I stared at him blankly, "I wouldn't have corrected you if there wasn't." ----- Jace is weird. Jace has a blunted affect, a knack for memorizing, and a strong attraction to a Pakistani girl named Elizabeth. He also has a distant father, an overbearing psychiatrist and two best friends that get him into situations (some of which end with his nose [and heart] being broken). He has a sister that's ten years his senior, daily medication, serious hatred for the color white and a mere four years to accomplish the following things: 1) Make his parents fall in love with each other again. 2) Make Elizabeth fall in love with him. 3) Get people to understand that he has schizophrenia, he is not a schizophrenic. The former is attached to an identity while the latter is a label. A CampNaNoWriMo Novel

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Between Ties

"Don't go inside! Stay!" She said, holding her hand up to show me her palm and then I leaned over the balcony, resting my forearms on the railing to hold me up. I rolled my eyes as I exhaled deeply. Apparently I was a dog now. But fuck, It's her! What are the fucking chances. It feels like I'm in one of those Wattpad novels that Beth always reads. She quickly rushed inside and opened her blinds so that I could see right into her apartment. I watched her rush over to her stereo to lower the volume and then she came rushing back out, out of breath. "Did you get my note?" She asked and then I nodded, trying to force back a smile remembering her cute handwriting, in fact her little note was in the pocket of my sweatpants at this very moment, And so was her 100 dollar bill that she had given me, "I did!" I said as I watched her try to brush her hair out of her face "look, the money that you gave me. I don't want it. I appreciate it but it's too much! I need to give it back!" I said and then she shook her head trying to reject what I was saying. "No, it's yours I gave it to you!" She seemed upset and a little sad that I wanted to give her money back. "Hey, come on. This is a sign from whatever forces are at work here, what are the chances that you would be living right across from me!? This is fucking crazy, I can't accept the money and the universe is giving me a chance to return it." I said shrugging as she waved me off and then smiled sweetly as she breathed in for a moment just looking at me with softness. THIS BOOK IS A BLEND OF TEENAGE DRAMA REALISM AND FANTASY - ROMANCE. WARNING THIS BOOK TOUCHES ON THE TOPIC OF RAPE, THERE ARE NO RAPE SCENES BUT IT IS BRIEFLY DISCUSSED SEXUAL CONTENT LANGUAGE YOUR FEELINGS ARE AT RISK MAVERICK (yes Maverick should have a warning label written all over him) UNEDITED Oh and also Maverick's a witch.