It wasn't me
- Reads 61
- Votes 3
- Parts 3
Ongoing13m
Last published Wed, Apr 8, 2015
What happens when you are pushed over the edge? What happens when you are accused of doing something so heinous that it completely destroys you? Would you be able to withstand the pain? Or would you crumble and fall like Julia Reed.
Okay. This is one of my first books. I would like you to comment and tell me what I can do to improve okay. Much love. :)
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Out of My Heart and My Mind
What would you do if you were pushed over the edge? If you kept enduring pressure in silence for so long that you didn't know how to let it out, what would it take for you to finally burst? This is the story of someone who experienced that burst from silence, and how it brought him to the brink of despair. However, will a light of hope be able to reach him?Complete
Unintentional Passion
Geovanni Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe. Jordan. I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt. "Did you see her Jordan?" "Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her," "Why do I have to turn her?" "Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you," "I didn't hate pops," "You wanted to join though," "True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions," I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.
Grey
This is my first story, and I'm writing this mostly for fun, so don't get mad if it's not on par with all these gods of writing. Meet Angel, a girl just trying to get by in this living torture she calls a life. Being abused by her father, and living life in constant fear, she does her best to get by. What happenes when she tries to get away from all the hardship, but only ends up finding more? And maybe even finding someone that can save her from her own misserable life. Note from future self: This story is extremely cringy and only gets worse as it goes on. When I was writing it there was a whole bunch of other stuff going on so I was rushing away too much to actually get it done. Content warning: Contains graphic descriptions and extreme violence. Reader discretion is advised. Note from the future - This is very cringy now that I look back at it. I ended up rushing to finish it after like chapter 4 (which shows) so just warning the quality gets worse as it goes on T-T. Also other than maybe some little edits here and there I dont plan to change or edit it much because I'm working on something else.Complete
When Everything Changed (Currently Rewriting)
What happens when one day, you finally open your eyes to the truth behind all those lies? What happens when those who you thought trusted are the ones who are giving you inaccurate facts? What happens when you try to restore the life you have left six years ago? All I can say is you are up for some drama! Emily once lived a peaceful life until an enemy kicks in. Driven by jealousy, anger, and mostly hate, Stacey decides to plot a revenge on Emily. As a result, Emily now has amnesia where she is housed and treated with care by a mysterious person. Intentions? No one knows. After 6 years past, Emily finally remembers everything, realizing this life was never meant to be. What she hadn't known when she was trying to restore her life is that everything had changed. Will she get her life back? Or will she be forced to stick with the one she has now? *WARNING* Read at your own risk. The beginning of this book may have tons of grammatical errors, plot-holes, confusion, and is amateurish. Since I find myself more improved now, I will edit all mistakes for the better.Complete
Well, Well, Well...
**THIS IS A MONSTER FALLS FANFIC!!! ALSO,THIS SUCKS REALLY BAD AT THE BEGINNING BUT GETS BETTER! I WARNED THEE!** Dipper and Mabel Pines cannot wait to get back to Gravity Falls for the next summer. The place they learned to know and love. This time, they are hoping to have a smooth summer. One that doesn't involve a One eyed Demon trying to take over the world. Little do they know that something much much bigger is happening in Gravity Falls. And all fingers point not to the butler! But to a certain demon who changed his appearance....Complete
I'm Here to Help You (Darkiplier x Reader)
{COMPLETED} This is my first story, so only constructive criticism, please. Also, there's no smut. Sorry not sorry. I ain't writing that shit. Also also, there's probably gonna be some gore, but that's to be expected. I'll keep the character pretty gender neutral, but I'm personally a demigirl so forgive me if the character seems a bit feminine at times. ◊◊◊ You're a pretty average person. Your parents are divorced, but that's not really unique. You're kinda pessimistic, some venture to call you "depressed" or "emo", but everybody goes through that phase. ◊◊◊ "Can't you just leave me alone for one night?" I snap. His laughs only fuel my rage. "I'm here to help you - Can't you see that?" he soothes. I just glare at him. "Yeah, making me kill a guy and driving me insane is real 'helpful'. Thanks." The demon shakes his head. "You don't understand, yet. I'm freeing you from the prison that is your conscience." "No, thanks. I like not being a sociopath." "Do you?"Complete
Before It Struck Midnight. *COMPLETE*
Before I begin, I just want to say that this story does include some mature themes. I will also give out a warning a chapter prior to these scenes. Getting that out of the way, let's go onto the story description... *This book contains explicit content* *EXTRACT FROM THE BOOK* I stared at him, cooking and whistling, something that I could not do, or should I say, wasn't bothered to do. I decided to move away and to try and find an exit but I didn't even take one step back when I heard his voice. "Princess? Is that you?" I saw him raise his head before shooting his eyes onto me. The sudden gaze caused to heart to race while it froze my body as if I have turned into ice. I felt the fear engulf my body, eating me inside out. "You aren't scared of me... Are you?" he asked me, I sensed the envy in his voice. That mixed with his harsh tone caused a wave of goosebumps to course through my body. I wanted to begin by asking him where was I? Why was I here? Why was he here... I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't, the fear was just all too much for me. "Come on... Speak to me... Ask me..." he began. "Ask me 'why am I here' and all of that crap... Entertain me with your fear." I saw him slowly gripping a knife that was on the countertop, with his eyes still on mine. The sides of his mouth slowly began tilting upwards. All the bitterness and the cold, it was all so visible in his eyes. I looked at him in horror, noticing him as he took his first steps towards me. "Talk to me... Because this might be the only time you will ever be able to talk, " he said this sentence in such a calm tone, it caused me once again to shiver with goosebumps. "W-what do you mean...". Never in my life have I stuttered, until then.Complete
| Plaything | Antisepticeye x Reader
{COMPLETED} This Reader is basically the same as the first book (Darkiplier x Reader) I wrote. Same general world, but the story itself will be original. The events in my first book haven't happened in this universe. Still no smut. Again, I'll try to keep the character gender neutral. ◊◊◊ You meet Anti because he thought you were emotionally weak. He thought he could take advantage of you. Yeah, well, you're not going down that easy. You decide to show him what you're really made of. ◊◊◊ "Those nightmares aren't all fun and games, you know," he explains. "I've got a ton of information on you, [Y/N]. Strengths, weaknesses, fears... I know you much better than you think."Complete
What would you do if you were pushed over the edge? If you kept enduring pressure in silence for so long that you didn't know how to let it out, what would it take for you to finally burst? This is the story of someone who experienced that burst from silence, and how it brought him to the brink of despair. However, will a light of hope be able to reach him?
More detailsContent Guidelines