Tragic tale

Leituras 21
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Capítulos 2
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Leituras 21
Votos 3
Capítulos 2
Tempo 6m

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"Why would you give us this dare!" Ama screams, basically having a mental breakdown. Cleo couldnt hold back her tears, Bailey fell to her knees, regretting her decision..Todos os Direitos Reservados

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The Academy To Special Girls, de Alex_andriaar

{Edited 7\1\23} She leaned closer to me and her lips landed on my own. I moan at the euphoric sensation. I absolutely love it. We pull away from one another, breathlessly. "You should go build your stuff..." She says, breathless. I nod and swallow the saliva gathering in my mouth from the anxiety. "Y-yeah..." ~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~ Quinn Garcia. Freshly out of high school, and off to the academy to special girls. Her mother died when she was 3, and her father despised her since then. Abusing her for having an extra organ. When she got to the academy, she was already depressed and self-conscious about her additional member. She hated it. She hated how she was born different. Can the girls help her heal? ~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~

Grave Rock: Cemetery Stones, de DavyRuiz

A group of friends slowly drift apart and leave their small town behind. Years go by and memories fade, leading to a random reunion that will make one of them question why they stopped being friends. Was it because people change and grow-up? Or did a silly dare mean so much more than they thought? Something is lurking in the woods. Memories, graveyards, ghosts, and the truth of what happened so many years before. *This is part of the anthology series, 'Grave Rock', a multiverse story collection.

Tomorrow's Visitor, de DeliriousEphemera

Tomorrow liked solitude. Then a naked lunatic arrived and demanded pants. Things went downhill from there.

Remember (GirlxGirl) Watty Winner, de SkylarJapera

She scoots the leather seat closer to the hospital bed and lays her head on the soft mattress. She puts her hands together and begins to pray. It was hilarious. She has never pray before and she definitely didn’t go to church. After her mom died of cancer she just stopped believing. However, she knew if she lost this person in front of her she would not be able to live anymore. She wouldn’t have anything left. “Do you remember anything that happened tonight?” The woman in the hospital bed looks back at her confused and answers, “I’m sorry but who are you.” “This cannot be happening…This can’t be." The blonde squeezes her eyes shut. "Please tell me you remember!"

"Did it hurt?" "When?" "When you fell from heaven." "No, but I did scrape my knee crawling out of hell." "Heh. Good one."

ideas i have bc im super bad at writing full stories 😔😔 warning : su!cide , homophobia , kissing , mention of gvn

MxMxFxMxM "It's okay to quit, mami." Elliot whispered in my ear. Shivers shot down my back as I felt him move around me. I stared ahead, my heart beating wildly. The feeling of wooden pole lightly grazing my back. "He's right, honey. You can, we won't be mad." Vincent said. My eyes shot to his from across the mat. He stood there with his hands behind his back. I growled softly. I quickly turned and went to grab the pole but was stopped short when my body was slammed to the ground. "Mmm. Our angry little baby is getting quite frustrated." Close to my face was Sammy smirking at me. He had my body trapped under his. I felt desire and anger boil in me. "You guys don't play fair." I said softly. Sammy chuckled while he was doing that, I shot my knee up and hit his stomach. He yelped out and I quickly shot up. "Ha! I won." I said while doing a little dance. I felt a little kiss on my neck then my arms were being drawn back behind me. My eyes drooped a little as they continued down my neck. "Good job, little one. But what's going to stop you from me?" 𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎ Arabella Davis is a orphan who can't remember anything from the time she is 10. Now that she is 17 she finds herself in a mental hospital but was transferred to a school for the gifted. The Academy of Dark Arts. She meets four mysterious men who find interest in her and now they want her to themselves. DISCLAIMER- THIS IS A GROUP RELATIONSHIP AKA A POLY RELATIONSHIP. IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN THAT OR UNDERAGE PLS CLICK OFF!!!!! Thank you

Sequel to Wet Paint Dear Jacky, Why would you do it? You left us without a clue. You refused to believe there was more to your life. You let your demons win. Why?

Is this a way a boy should feel?, de larrysmomishot

You just have to read to find out Warning! This story will contain Self harm Bullying Possible death Suicide Abuse Pills Homophobicness Blood Religious trauma Fluff And Voodoo magic I guess?? If you hate any of those things don't read please and thank you 😊 Also I would not be adding the cult stuff and the bathrooms sence I'm working on a little something else 😏

𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔? Right.

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The Academy To Special Girls

{Edited 7\1\23} She leaned closer to me and her lips landed on my own. I moan at the euphoric sensation. I absolutely love it. We pull away from one another, breathlessly. "You should go build your stuff..." She says, breathless. I nod and swallow the saliva gathering in my mouth from the anxiety. "Y-yeah..." ~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~ Quinn Garcia. Freshly out of high school, and off to the academy to special girls. Her mother died when she was 3, and her father despised her since then. Abusing her for having an extra organ. When she got to the academy, she was already depressed and self-conscious about her additional member. She hated it. She hated how she was born different. Can the girls help her heal? ~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~

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