If Only - ThatsRandoom - Wattpad

Story cover for If Only by ThatsRandoom

If Only

Reads 14
Votes 0
Parts 3
Time 10m

Reads 14
Votes 0
Parts 3
Time 10m

ghost highschool lgbt mlm nblm originalcharacters originalstory romance spooky trans

It didn't make a whole lot of sense to be completely honest.

I never really believed in ghosts or the paranormal, but yet here we are.

I'm stuck in a pumpkin patch talking to a boy.

A boy relatively near my age.

Well if you don't count the fact that he's been dead since the 1980s, and it's currently 2022.

I guess I have no other choice than to believe.

Why do I feel like this is going to go horribly wrong?All Rights Reserved

ghost highschool lgbt mlm nblm originalcharacters originalstory romance spooky trans

Table of contents

3 parts

Sign up to add If Only to your library and receive updates

or

Content Guidelines

You may also like

L' amour (English) by Adamson1614

I'm just a senior boy in highschool, I'd like to think of myself as an 'Outcast', having some what of a normal teenage life except... My life is constantly erupted with the nonsense that comes out of his mouth, he comes up to me and speaks in poems, riddles, and words that I never could understand. I then try to figure them out, try to figure him out. Do I suceed? Well, that's something for you to find out.

[Not Just Any Other] Ghost Story by rskovach

A town with secrets. A girl with questions. And a revelation that's more shocking than any of them ever expected. * * * * * Sarah wants to spend the last months before college exploring her aunt's sleepy New England town while quietly crushing on the local football star, but the resident ghost has other plans. When evidence of an eighty-year-old murder is discovered, Sarah becomes convinced that the victim is trying to give her a message or perhaps, even a warning. But how could any of it be connected, and most importantly, what is there for her to be afraid of in sweet-as-(pumpkin spice) pie New Bedford? * * * CONTENT WARNING: This story has discussions and depictions of certain themes that some readers may find triggering. This includes verbal, physical, and sexual assault, issues surrounding mental health, and child loss. Read at your own discretion. Note that this is a first draft of this story. It is exclusive to Wattpad and if you find it elsewhere, it has been illegally pirated and you're at risk for malware. [Approx. 50K word Novel] (c) 2021-22 All Rights Reserved - Copyright RS Kovach

𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗲 │ ɢʜᴏsᴛғᴀᴄᴇ by Simp_Ezra

Thank you for all of the support. gender neutral READER ↳ ❝𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐!❞ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ │ Woodsboro is one of those towns people only remember if they grew up there. It's small. Quiet. Everyone knows everyone, and if they don't know you personally, they know about you. The houses all look nice, the streets never really change, and you've walked the same routes so many times you could do it half-asleep. For a long time, the worst part about living here was the monotony. That ended a year ago, when Maureen Prescott was murdered. Then it happened again...Casey Becker and Steve Orth, dead a year later, like something straight out of a horror movie. After that, things didn't feel the same. You're Sidney Prescott's sibling. A year younger. Close enough that people associate you with her, but not close enough to matter when things get serious. You see the looks she gets- sympathy, suspicion, curiosity- and then you see those same looks slide over to you, like people are trying to figure out if you're just like her. You know one thing, though. Someone is treating it like a movie. You just have to find out who the " main " person is. [Ongoing] #5 in scream [October 24th, 2022] #9 in Scream [December 5th, 2022] #1 in Dewey [February 14th, 2023] #27 in Horror-Thriller [march, 27th, 2023] #15 in MALEREADER [April 30th, 2023]

Hell Hall by kamerykae

High School. A virtual hell to every pimple covered, greasy haired, knowledge loving kid who walks the halls of the institution. Only a very proud few manage to rise among the ranks to become "the cool kids," snagging the lucky fate of living the best years of their lives up through the twelfth grade. We'll just not tell them what happens after they graduate. In ten years, when the kid the football team swirlied is their boss, they'll realize that it probably would have been better to not be cool when they were teens. But that doesn't matter now. Why you ask? I'll tell you. My name is Bridge, which isn't short for Bridgette, if you were wondering. My parents were assholes when they were younger, I guess. It could have been worse; at least I'm not a piece of fruit or an airline. Unique names can kiss my little undead butt. Oh yeah, that. I'm also dead. No need to apologize—it's not your fault, unless you're the pile of crap who murdered me. If so, could you fill me in on what happened? I'd really like to know how my life ended. The last thing I remember is going out for a milkshake and then, poof! I was here. Where is here, you ask? If you ask any of the adults, it's Harrison's Preparatory Institution for the Gifted and Unknown. If you ask any of the students, it's Hell Hall. That's right, bitches; high school is now back in session.

Soulmates ? A Jackson Passaglia Fan Fiction by writingfromtheh3art

My dad died, and it's my senior year of high school. Life keeps throwing me curveballs but at this point, I'm used to it until a boy walks into my life and turns my world upside down. He reveals secrets that completely break me, shatter my world, and the only escape we have from this cruel world is each other. I guess it will always be me and him against the world.

─═✧✧═─ 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝟙𝟡𝟙𝟚 ─═✧✧═─ by Froggy7770

in this short story, a boy from 1912 accidentally calls a girl from 2024 by using his phone from 1912, the girl lives in his friends old house despite it being over 112 years old. originally the boy wanted to call his friend but ends up calling the girl who had his friends phone which survived through time. This story proves how much my writing has developed over the years hence the first book I've ever published which was A new friend, a five nights at Freddy's fan fiction about c.c afton which in my opinion is bad. Though I can't blame myself since I was thirteen at the time but it's been two years since then. I've matured, grown and found a new perspective of life. I'm fifteen now and I hope you enjoy this story, I recommend you read my first ever book I published on this app and see how much my writing style has changed and developed. If you don't want to do that and just read this book then who am I to stop you?

RUNNING BACK by MollyMcBrideLasco

I have a lot of secrets. Trying out for my new school's football team disguised as a boy is only the beginning. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm developing a disturbing crush on a teammate. But that's not my worst secret. Nobody here knows I have a twin brother named Pax. Or that he died last year. And that I might be delusional because I see him and hear him, everywhere. Or maybe it's the guilt that haunts me. Because I know deep down that my father is the one who killed him. And keeping that secret somehow makes me complicit. But my biggest secret of all is that I'm afraid that I'll never be able to forgive my dad for Pax's death. Until I can put that ghost to rest, my brother's spirit will be forever lost in the liminal space between this world and the next. And I am lost in this world without him.

Painted in Fate by BadGirlBeee

Synopsis (Babe's POV) They say dreams are just reflections of your subconscious-fleeting images that disappear when you wake up. But what if the man in your dreams isn't just a figment of your imagination? What if he feels... real? My name is Babe Tanatat. I'm an artist, and I've been haunted by a man I've never met. Every night, I see his face-handsome, mysterious, and somehow familiar. He doesn't belong in this world, yet I can't stop painting him. My studio is filled with his portraits, and with each brushstroke, I feel like I'm getting closer to something I can't explain. It started as a curiosity, but now it's becoming an obsession. When he spoke to me in a dream, I knew there was more to this than I wanted to believe. Am I losing my mind, or is there a deeper connection pulling me toward him? The closer I get, the more intense it becomes. The line between reality and dreams is blurring, and I'm beginning to think this man might not just live in my dreams. But if he's real, why does it hurt so much to see him? Why do I feel like I've known him-loved him-before? The answers are out there, somewhere between this world and the one in my dreams. And I'm going to find them... no matter what it takes. Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction inspired by my favorite on-screen couple(or real life 😉), Billy Patchanon and Babe Tanatat. While the characters are fictionalized versions based on these actors, all events, settings, and storylines in this novel are original and created for entertainment purposes. This story is not affiliated with or endorsed by the actors or any official entities. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Under The Bed by LTHelms

As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

One Heartbeat to Another. by jla619

'I hear it in my ear drums. But I can't seem to convince myself that it's real.' I have no idea what I'm doing. Why am I writing this? I dunno, I felt like it and now I'll probably regret it day by day as I update it. Oh well, time to get drunk off of root beer and write down emotional stuff!

You may also like

Slide 1 of 10

L' amour (English) cover

[Not Just Any Other] Ghost Story cover

𝙎𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗲 │ ɢʜᴏsᴛғᴀᴄᴇ cover

Hell Hall cover

Soulmates ? A Jackson Passaglia Fan Fiction cover

─═✧✧═─ 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝟙𝟡𝟙𝟚 ─═✧✧═─ cover

RUNNING BACK cover

Painted in Fate cover

Under The Bed cover

One Heartbeat to Another. cover

L' amour (English)

I'm just a senior boy in highschool, I'd like to think of myself as an 'Outcast', having some what of a normal teenage life except... My life is constantly erupted with the nonsense that comes out of his mouth, he comes up to me and speaks in poems, riddles, and words that I never could understand. I then try to figure them out, try to figure him out. Do I suceed? Well, that's something for you to find out.