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Wristwatch

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Capítulos 5
Tempo 16m

Leituras 24
Votos 0
Capítulos 5
Tempo 16m

Young, British, sixteen-year-old Monika had found a gold wristwatch in her dead grandmother's attic. Only a few days wearing it, men in black uniforms start to follow her. Could this be because of her wristwatch? And if so, just how valuable is it?Todos os Direitos Reservados

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Echoes, de Grimmstories331

She was beautiful, her smile could light up the room. She had so much promise, an excellent student. I can't believe this happened to her, she did everything right. When a young girl is taken from the world it seems like they're always perfect. Adventurous, caring, beautiful, altruistic, not a blemish on their character. So the world laments their passing, grieves for the light that left the world to early. They become so determined to find the monster who did it to them that they won't rest until the girls been given justice. But, what about girls like me? The ones who live in the shadows, who walk in the mud to survive. The ones who had no promise, no gleaming smile or impressive academic record. The ones who fade from the world as if they were never there. The world doesn't care about those girls, they don't fight for closure. So it's up to me to get my own justice. I look down at the watch on my wrist, the glowing numbers showing 72 hours. Three days before I'm gone forever, three days to find the man who killed me.

SimpleMinded, de KittenWoman99

"You can't do nothing for yourself?" She shakes her head while looking at her feet, "Look at me and answer me with your words." She slowly looks up, "N-No S-Sir." I walk pass her and she keeps her head down, "Don't just stand there, follow me. I'm taking you back, I didn't sign up for this. I was told to watch over a woman, but I wasn't told that the woman couldn't do anything for herself. Your basically a kid in a grown woman body." I look back at her from the corner of my eye and see a tear sliding down her face. "Are you crying? Why? You couldn't have gotten attached that quick." She keeps her head down and I groan, "Ugh, please stop crying." She wipes her face and sniffle, "Why are you crying?" "Because the old man promised me that you would take care of me. He lied to me, you're taking me back to that place." I throw my head back and close my eyes shut. By old man she means my father. "Okay, okay, okay. Stop crying, I'm not taking you back." ££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££ Niall Andrews is the son of a man who saves people that have been kidnapped. These people go missing from days to years. Niall is building up his own company to compete against his dad. As soon as Niall company starts growing, his father pushes a woman on him to take care of. Haven Posh has been in a basement since she was a baby. She was kidnapped months after she was born. Niall's dad is the person to find Haven and save her, but none of Haven family are around for her to go back to. Not only that, Haven can't do anything for herself. The only thing she can do is clean herself and read, but don't know what any of the words mean or what she's reading. What happens when Haven ends up in Niall's care? Cover By: @ihavenocluesoo

Runaway Girl..., de D3vinaaaaa

Shania was only 7 years old when she ran away from home. She grew up in an upper class family where she was basically living a luxurious life when her abusive grandmother came along to live with her and her family as her granddad passed away. After 1 year of her grandmother moving in, Shania was caught stealing chocolate from her grandma's handbag from her bedroom. Since then she has been abused and tortured for stealing until she has learned her lesson. When Shania turned 7 years old, she ran away. Now, 10 years had passed since Shania ran away, her family have been devastated since the day she left, they have been putting up posters all over the city, and the police are nearly losing hope of the young child who left. Will Shania be found? Is Shania going to forgive her grandmother for abusing her? Will her grandmother confess? Will Shania's family finally know the truth?

~*^ Save Me - Bakugo x Fem Reader ^*~, de _Mittens-Kittens_

A mute 18 year old girl loses her parents in a house fire. L/n Y/n.. Y/n continued on living on her own in the tough world, but her teacher, Aizawa Sensei, soon found out. After adopting Y/n.. He notices something isn't right with her.. And she does too.. Come to find out, Y/n has two quirks, one called Glitch.. And one.. One that is very dangerous.. Called "Enchantress".. She's scared, doesn't know what to do, and finds herself venting out all her emotions, thoughts, concerns on page of the infamous ticking time bomb, Bakugo Katsuki's, note book.. Every.. Single.. Night..

• Experience of Life • [ Completed Storyline ], de NoahKnight2

This Is the same as my Previous Story Of She Doesn't Know What Life Could Be So I changed the Title And Made the Story Different Hope this is okay Don't Worry I won't Spam a lot of books but I really like to tell you something special so hope you enjoy Storylines:? What if N and Uzi or Doorman Never From Copper 9? They're On different Planet And Treating By Human Like Slave Drones But One Served Drone Throw Away From Copper 9 The reason was That She Escaped From a Horrible world And Got her Freedom But She Couldn't do Anything Cause of Her Mental Body And Behind her Back was cursing her Too much Pain reason why she hurt cause that the previous owner Hurt her and abused her slave Drone like a pet. No one helping her or Someone To stop the lady she got used to it until she was sold off by an Illegal Shop cause and sold off by someone else but she got to throw it away because pretending to be dead and got thrown away from Another world used Dispose stuff of course she was alive she didn't die or something. Her body started to get serious pain and want to rest use solving and flower from the ground come out and lock herself so and started to recover she could feel Pain but if she recovered very soon she could be alive right away. One day A Murder Drones Found A Slave Drones in the middle of Nowhere He got down from the snow and noticed it was a worker drone but had a Uniform maid outfit but it was ripped and her skirt felt like she hadn't changed. "What Are Those Scrap? " He Checks everything until He Square notices it " Whoa! What you got there buddy? A Worker Drone by yourself to eat it? " she asks but other female Murder Drones notice her outfit " This isn't just a worker drone? This is Server drones " She said "What? But that looks like just a normal worker drone- oh wait you're right "A female murder Drone said " Let me turn it on "Another female Murder Drone Turned on her switch and noticed her Visor [Slave Drone] Can N make her understand the world? ???

Bunny |18+|, de OhhMira

[MATURE CONTENT] Kiara already had an unsteady start at life, and the perks of being a wanted bandit in a city of greed only gave her the opportunity of taking heavy risks she couldn't care less about. What more is she living for anyways? When the chance to rob a mansion arises, Kiara couldn't help but take it without a single thought, nor a second glance. Little did she know she sealed her fate the second she stepped foot into that house. Monsters lurked in this world, and Kiara unknowingly stepped into a territory too dark for her liking. Domenico Guerra wasn't a man to be played with, and unfortunately the poor girl realised that a bit too late. ⚠️IN THE PROCESS OF GLAMMING HER UP (editing)⚠️ Themes and Warnings: Crime Action Mystery Corruption Government Violence✨ Swearing✨ Gore✨ Smut⚡️ 🔥COMPLETED🔥

The One I Knew, de decemberdreamcatcher

Moonlight glinted off of the sharp tip of the knife. It was clothed in the blackness of her dried blood. The cloaked figure curled his lips as he wiped the knife off using his jacket. Tonight he would be praised. Tonight he would be honored for his kill. She was on the top of the society's list. He didn't know why and frankly he didn't care as long as he got his pay. He sheathed his knife and took the girls' bloodied wrists in his hands. He dragged her into the open casket and locked it shut. As the midnight clouds began to cry tears, he shoveled dirt into the small hole where the casket lay. He threw the shovel and his blood covered gloves in the muddy duffel bag. Walking over the bridge he found various large rocks and shoved them in the bag, making it almost too heavy for him to carry. His dark, dangerous eyes gleamed as he threw the bag into the river and watched it sink into darkness.

In Hijab and a Bulletproof Vest, de IndigoHarbor

Tia has a lot counting against her: narcolepsy, shaky hands, diminutive stature. But she has a fast mind and an eye for peculiarities and patterns, and at a young age grew accustomed to balancing intelligence and compassion, American and Iranian culture, and modern and traditional ideals. As an FBI agent in her first year, Tia has a lot she feels she has to compensate for, but she finds--as do her teammates--that she has more to offer than the casual observer expects. Unfortunately, someone thinks she has too much, and wishes to take it all away from her. And this time Tia won't have her team to rely on. *Some content may be unpalatable to some readers, but I've kept the rating as-is because I've been as vague as possible with description of blood and injury. Please let me know if you think I've labeled it incorrectly. *I have researched my cultures for this story, not being familiar with either Iran or Islam, and am hoping any readers will give me their thoughts on authenticity.

Secret Mind ✓, de sadlyish

"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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Echoes

She was beautiful, her smile could light up the room. She had so much promise, an excellent student. I can't believe this happened to her, she did everything right. When a young girl is taken from the world it seems like they're always perfect. Adventurous, caring, beautiful, altruistic, not a blemish on their character. So the world laments their passing, grieves for the light that left the world to early. They become so determined to find the monster who did it to them that they won't rest until the girls been given justice. But, what about girls like me? The ones who live in the shadows, who walk in the mud to survive. The ones who had no promise, no gleaming smile or impressive academic record. The ones who fade from the world as if they were never there. The world doesn't care about those girls, they don't fight for closure. So it's up to me to get my own justice. I look down at the watch on my wrist, the glowing numbers showing 72 hours. Three days before I'm gone forever, three days to find the man who killed me.