Quarter-Life Crisis
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His Forced Possession
"Please, let him go!" I begged, struggling to free myself but his tight grip around me refused to budge. A scream escaped me as he jerked me around to face him. "Why do you care about what happens to him?! Who is he to you?!" With each word, he was getting more and more enraged, his grip tightening even further. "No one! He's no one to me. I just want you to stop hurting him, please!" The painful groans and hitting noise in the background were scaring me further. I don't want this to happen to anyone, especially because of me. "Imani is mine! YOU STOLE HER!" Shut up, you idiot! Oh god, judging by the sadistic smile creeping onto Zaviyaar's face, That guy is going to die today. To stop it all, just as he looked up to order his guards, I held his face, dragged him down to face me and slammed my lips against his. Oh fuck... his lips are so soft. I wonder what moisturiser he uses. ------------------------------------------------- All rights to this story belong to me. No part should be copied or plagiarised. This is my work and any similarity to anyone's real life, real name or anything else is completely incidental.
IT & ST Imagines & Preferences
i wrote this when i was 13 so i'm sorry for how bad it is but a lot of people seem to enjoy it so i'm leaving it up, just know i am self aware xConcluida
Blue/Broken
i wrote all these when i was 12 and i ran out of fucks to give, y'all go ham and thanks for reading. here's the description i gave that age. i'm sorry in advance for my edgy seventh grade writing. have fun! •suicidal thoughts or actions •major character death(because that's what I write most; it's the only thing I'm good at) •blood?? in case your squeamish if you think other warnings should be here, tell meConcluida
High School Unexpected *Based off of the DUFF*
It's not fun being used. Especially by someone who you care about. Not that I care about Wesley , I actually hate him. It pains me to think about him. But the problem is that I can't stop...•Completed• PLEASE DO NOT JUDGE ME I WAS ACTUALLY 13 WHEN I WROTE THIS AND IT WAS MY FIRST BOOK SO IT'S SO STUPID I DON'T EVEN USE THIS ACCOUNT ANYMOREConcluida
HIS SHIDDAT
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My life story
This is basically the story of my life. I'm gonna post my entire childhood at one time and as different chapters but I'll have monthly updates after my life so far has been posted. This is also partly my diary so I'll post some entries of things that happen in a single day or some opinions/rants I have. Will end in June, 2018 since I've grew bored of this story. High School will be a situation on it's own.Concluida
𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 (23/8/2025) ✔️
This book will be taken down from Wattpad on September 20, 2025. [𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟏 ]
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎: 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬
𝑇𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼𝑠ℎ𝑞 𝑃𝑒, 𝑇𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑞𝑡 𝑃𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑠 𝐻𝑎𝑞 𝐼𝑘 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑎.... 𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗥 𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗔 was never introduced, he was inferred. A name spoken with caution, power arranged into command and precision sharpened into control. He ruled spaces without occupying them, directed outcomes without leaving traces. Authority obeyed him before understanding him. ............ 𝗔𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗜 𝗔𝗔𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗦𝗛 𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗟 was the opposite. Uncontained, defiant, fiercely alive. Rebellious by instinct and savage in her independence. She refused to be subdued by expectations or softened by fear. She did not follow currents but she disrupted them. ............. Neither sought explanation. Neither offered clarity. They existed as forces, not stories, noticed only when order trembled and silence grew alert. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 & 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 & 𝙀𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙖𝙡 & 𝙇𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩
"Please, let him go!" I begged, struggling to free myself but his tight grip around me refused to budge. A scream escaped me as he jerked me around to face him. "Why do you care about what happens to him?! Who is he to you?!" With each word, he was getting more and more enraged, his grip tightening even further. "No one! He's no one to me. I just want you to stop hurting him, please!" The painful groans and hitting noise in the background were scaring me further. I don't want this to happen to anyone, especially because of me. "Imani is mine! YOU STOLE HER!" Shut up, you idiot! Oh god, judging by the sadistic smile creeping onto Zaviyaar's face, That guy is going to die today. To stop it all, just as he looked up to order his guards, I held his face, dragged him down to face me and slammed my lips against his. Oh fuck... his lips are so soft. I wonder what moisturiser he uses. ------------------------------------------------- All rights to this story belong to me. No part should be copied or plagiarised. This is my work and any similarity to anyone's real life, real name or anything else is completely incidental.
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