THE UNFORTUNATE - STRAW BERRY - Wattpad

Story cover for THE UNFORTUNATE by STRAWBERRY454159

THE UNFORTUNATE

STRAWBERRY454159

LECTURES 20
Votes 3
Chapitres 6
Durée 31m

LECTURES 20
Votes 3
Chapitres 6
Durée 31m

STRAWBERRY454159

Contenu pour adultes

abusivecontent action cold darkfantasy heartbreak powers r18 romance shapeshifter universe

Mist of the night touched my bruised skin as I ran away from home. They are chasing behind, or is it just my imagination? But even so, I need to hide. I don't feel safe.

"Get back here!" My father roared. 

I hurriedly knocked on the neighbor's door hoping they'll take me in and let me hide for a while but no one opened for me.

"No one would want to protect you Helena! You ugly bitch! Get back here!' he yelled as he ran faster. I did the same until I had reached the end, yet another dark path towards the wide sea. 

I have no choice.

I have to take the path even if it's long been abandoned and resisted.

"You'll not gonna make it back if you cross that path, Helena,-"

"Goodbye Father" I cut him off with a tear in my eyes. I continue running into the darkest dept.

I would love to not come back.Tous Droits Réservés

abusivecontent action cold darkfantasy heartbreak powers r18 romance shapeshifter universe

Table des matières

6 chapitres

Inscrivez-vous pour ajouter THE UNFORTUNATE à votre bibliothèque et recevoir les mises à jour

ou

Directives de Contenu

Vous aimerez aussi

Full Blooded- DISCONTINUED, écrit par GLO_08

This is a world where power and dominance stand above anything and everything else. This is a world where you don't want to run around in the dark. This is a world where love is nothing other than a meaningless word used to describe the indescribable feeling of having a Mate. This is a world where wolves are dominant and only the most powerful survive. This is the world Silas, a loner and the first full blooded wolf in history, was born into. The world where she must prove her dominance in order to survive. * * * Unbearable pain erupted through my body, almost instantly. Dizziness made the room swirl unnaturally and darkness threatened to take over. "Up," the Alpha repeated. I tried, but, once again, I was rendered immobile. Another large syringe full of the green and silver mixture was injected into my body. This process repeated, time and time again. My body could not handle it. The room spun in quick, repeating circles as darkness surged, covering everything I saw and felt with a thick, black blanket. I couldn't remember anything. Not who I was. Not where I was. Not who was with me. Not what I was supposed to be doing. But, as I lay there, unconscious, beginning to go insane with pain, I could still hear, still remember, him. I could remember the voice of someone I had met, not that long ago, that already meant the world to me. I could remember the feeling of our wolves connecting, all but the new fifth member of my body, who had led me to this dark, dangerous place. I could remember feeling, for the first time in years, what it felt like to be happy. I could remember his name. Jace. * * * I do not take credit for the picture used in the cover of this story. <ON HOLD>

Deja Vu: The Healer, écrit par pattyofurniture

I marked her and I didn't even know her name.-- Going to her best friend's wedding in a forest lodge, Caroline can't help but feel like she's been there before. Beta William is angry that the Alpha is allowing the wedding to continue with the nasty werecreature disease that is filling up his dungeon. Their lives are about to get entwined together. Will she remember her childhood? Will she realize she has the power to heal the werewolves? Will she realize she's actually talking with that handsome Beta in her mind and not just crazy? Complete: word count 130,000 #1 in Werewolf 9/22 --- Mate. We stared at each other and I felt like a bubble built up around us. The world didn't matter, it was like we were in a completely bleached room. His eyes bore into mine, unblinking and breathtaking. My hand moved on its own and I touched his chest, my fingers skimming over where his heart pounded in time with mine. Heart Then my fingers glided to his neck. Word and then to his temple Thought and finally, down his chin through the spikes of his facial hair. All the while, our eyes connected. His cobalt color started shifting and gold pierced through. My breath left me in an audible long sound, clearing my lungs. It was at that that my head tilted slightly, and I bent my chin to my shoulder, my hand again doing what it wanted and pulling the collar away from my neck. Suddenly pain was at my shoulder and teeth were being bit into me!

Ayn's Healing, écrit par AMHillmann

Ayn is a witch with healing powers. Shapeshifters have killed her parents and the only animals she cannot speak with are wolves. When she graduates from the Teaching Clan and finds out that she has to cross the River and live in the Wolves' Mountains for one year, she is less than amused. Kari, first-born shapeshifter Alpha, almost lost his wolf after the death of his mate. He could rise again and become the pack leader if only he would complete his training ...and find another suitable Luna. When he realizes that his second chance is his mother's guest, a daydreaming stubborn witch from across the River, he is less than amused. The bond may be a strong force, but can a witch walk the Wolves' Way and face the dangers it is paved with? **** "I need to stop..." I sigh, catching her wrist before her fingers reach the back of my neck, and I untangle her arm from me. She lingers on the recliner but now there is a big gap between our bodies. The warmth she left on my skin is quickly dissipating in the spring night. "Fine." Ayn stands and searches my eyes. Her scowl has my wolf whimper in submission and makes me curse my self-imposed hard line. "I am going to need your hoodie," she orders, stretching her hand out to me. "What?" I exclaim, briefly shocked by both the tone and the content of her words. My hands however are already executing her command, unzipping my jacket. "The last time I was able to sleep, I was covered with your hoodie. Your scent is comforting." She states it plainly as if it would be an obvious and broadly known fact. Like the Earth being round. Like two being a prime number. #1 in Healer - December 2021 #7 in Lycan - December 2022 ~95 000 words Cover photo by Jr Korpa via Unsplash Cover photo by Marc-Olivier Jodoin via Unsplash hi

His Runner, écrit par StaroftheSea171

We have been on the run for days now. The safety of my children is my priority. I was betrayed in the worst way, and I could not watch him hurt us any longer. I never saw my life going this way but here I am running for my life and my children's. This was the last bus stop, and I had a choice to make. I hope that I would not make the wrong one. He could find us at any moment and I imagine him dragging me all the way back by my hair. I didn't know who to trust but sometimes you just have to take a leap. Maybe, with a little luck, I will find the one thing I have been missing and be saved. One could dream, but for now, I'll keep running.

Uncovered, écrit par Write_With_Me14

He slammed me against the wall, his face angry. "Don't think for a second that you can try to get inside my head." He growled, breathing heavily. A moment of silence passed between us where I could feel the tension in the air. I looked down, afraid of what was going to happen. "It's too dark for you," he whispered, letting me go. With that, he swung the door open without looking back and left. ---------------------------------------------------------- For the longest time, I felt like I was broken. Like I was living my life like a robot, knowing the actions but feeling nothing. Then, one day, I felt whole again. I felt like I knew my destiny and why I was where I was. It's because I had a secret life. I had a life, a family. I had a guy who loved me. There was just one problem. I didn't remember any of them.

The Parallel Universe., écrit par DbabeWrites

"There exists a world parallel to ours; alike in many aspects, yet different where it matters most. The only thing we know for sure is that certain people of that world have found a way to get to ours. Don't trust them. And, whatever you do, look out for your own shadow." -Unknown One night, you are faced with a dream that alters something within you, forcing you to return to your now abandoned childhood home to search for answers. Little do you know that the abnormalities of the house are tied to another realm, and it appears your ancestors have a mysterious connection to it. But although their stories ended, yours remains to be written. Will you trust what you see, or search for a different truth? Will you put faith in those who claim to be your friends and shun the enemy, or turn the tables around? You may find your best friend, your nemesis or even fall in love during your journey. The outcome is up to you. Started...26/05/2021. Update Schedule......Every day, but latest by every other day.

You're safe when you're with me, écrit par RedSnow1997

Why didn't you come back? Where were you when I needed you the most? Why couldn't you remember me, what happened to you? You left me, you broke your promise. How can I ever trust you again? Why should I speak if no one will listen? Even though you were my twin you were my everything. No one wanted come anywhere near me, whether because of you and your reputation or because of the things that HE did. You blew caution to the wind, I warned you that day it was a bad idea. Mother told us to be careful. But you, you never seem to stay out of trouble, and me I always came along for the ride. Trouble followed me too, but not by choice, but what HE did. You used to take the hit for me, made sure I never got hurt. But once you were gone no one could protect me, and our little sister had left me too that spring. Now, I'm leaving too at least I'll be safe now. I don't own any of these characters

Blood and Apples: An Annora Park Novel: Book One, écrit par BellesLuckyMelody

Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over

Facing Him, écrit par forever_Jen_

A couple years ago, my older brother and I saw something that we shouldn't have seen. Ever since then, we have been on the run from our father, constantly having to change our names, birth dates, eye colors and hair colors. We last found ourselves in California, we were able to settle down and make friends, and even get into relationships, but then he found us, and things got bad. This time, we're tired of running. This time we are going to stand our ground.

Mafia Mate, écrit par Satan_Women

My breath hitched when he leaned down to whisper in my ear, "your eyes are beautiful." I couldn't understand what I was feeling, like butterflies in my stomach. I felt all happy and giggly inside, it was scaring me. I wasn't suppose to feel this way, I wasn't suppose to feel anything at all. "You look adorable when you blush," he whispered huskily, causing a shiver to run down my spine. He had such a strong effect on me and I didn't like it one bit. He smelled good though, like cinnamon and forest. His nose brushed against my cheek sending shocks. I pushed him away, and suddenly felt cold. Highest Ranking Original Genre: #13 in Werewolf Highest Ranking Tags: #10 in Mates #11 in Murder #7 in Mine #8 in Gangs #55 in Love (Unedited)

Vous aimerez aussi

Slide 1 of 10

Full Blooded- DISCONTINUED cover

Deja Vu: The Healer cover

Ayn's Healing cover

His Runner cover

Uncovered cover

The Parallel Universe. cover

You're safe when you're with me cover

Blood and Apples: An Annora Park Novel: Book One cover

Facing Him cover

Mafia Mate cover

Full Blooded- DISCONTINUED

This is a world where power and dominance stand above anything and everything else. This is a world where you don't want to run around in the dark. This is a world where love is nothing other than a meaningless word used to describe the indescribable feeling of having a Mate. This is a world where wolves are dominant and only the most powerful survive. This is the world Silas, a loner and the first full blooded wolf in history, was born into. The world where she must prove her dominance in order to survive. * * * Unbearable pain erupted through my body, almost instantly. Dizziness made the room swirl unnaturally and darkness threatened to take over. "Up," the Alpha repeated. I tried, but, once again, I was rendered immobile. Another large syringe full of the green and silver mixture was injected into my body. This process repeated, time and time again. My body could not handle it. The room spun in quick, repeating circles as darkness surged, covering everything I saw and felt with a thick, black blanket. I couldn't remember anything. Not who I was. Not where I was. Not who was with me. Not what I was supposed to be doing. But, as I lay there, unconscious, beginning to go insane with pain, I could still hear, still remember, him. I could remember the voice of someone I had met, not that long ago, that already meant the world to me. I could remember the feeling of our wolves connecting, all but the new fifth member of my body, who had led me to this dark, dangerous place. I could remember feeling, for the first time in years, what it felt like to be happy. I could remember his name. Jace. * * * I do not take credit for the picture used in the cover of this story. <ON HOLD>