STARSHADE CHASING- najjaśniejsza gwiazda.
- Leituras 12
- Votos 1
- Capítulos 2
"Specjalizacje" nigdy nie były jego ulubioną stroną magii, właściwie nie wiedział o nich przez całe swoje dzieciństwo spędzone w sierocińcu. Ponure, ale względnie łatwe dni zamieniły się w zagadkę gdy Aiden Ceres został przeniesiony do szkoły Starshade, nie był detektywem, ani filozofem, ale rozpaczliwie chciał znaleść odpowiedzi na pytania, które tak strasznie go nurtowały. Chciał rozwiązać zagadkę swoich tak różnych od siebie a zarazem zjednoczonych trzech współlokatorów, chciał znaleść swoich rodziców i najważniejsze, chciał odnaleść siebie, ale nie zdawał sobie sprawy jaką cenę musi zapłacić, aby być świadomy tych niewiadomych rzeczy. Aiden Ceres myślał, że chce zyskać kontrolę nad swoim życiem, ale nie zdawał sobie sprawy, że to czego tak desperacko pragnął, ciągle było w nim.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.Concluída
Bloody War (NOW PUBLISHED IN PAPERBACK)
NOW PUBLISHED IN PAPERBACK ON AMAZON! IF YOU WANT TO ADD IT TO YOUR SHELF, JUST CLICK ON THE LINK IN MY BIO NOW!!! OR CLICK HERE:- https://www.amazon.in/dp/B0B29BRSXC/ref=cm_sw_r_wa_apa_i_VA9QRYRDJFHKP0B91JC6 ⚠️⚠️Warning ⚠️:- There are curse words, mentions of murder, pictures of bloody scenes, a little game of feelings, heavy manipulation, killing of children, bombs, guns and drugs. And yes, your female lead may not be as innocent as you prefer to read on. If you are case sensitive to any of these, please read at your own risks. Viewer discretion is advised. "She was a rogue agent. A master in worshipping her work and herself. But suddenly she disappeared, without any track. Some thought she is dead, some thought she has taken a momentarily break and some thought she was still looking out for a chance to pounce on any other gang. I don't blame them, she had a track record for doing that and she was pretty good at it." Her last kill before she vanished out of this world of war, was one of the biggest group of smugglers. Now, many other groups and rogue agents are trying to track her down for one reason or another, but in that crowd this last group which she tackled down to ashes is also included. Not revenge but something bigger. More than hard feelings, more than just a rage of vengeance. Something to gnaw at for a specific reason. Any guesses why this group is searching for it's biggest enemy? ●●●●● "Why did you refuse...?! "Beacuse...I don't want to lose the people ..I c-care for anymore..!" My eyes became wide as I realized what I said... . . ".......you.... . Care for....... . . . .....me? . . . . . . . . . A/N:- Hey there! 🙋♀️This is my first book and basically a trash🤦♀️in my humble opinion ☺ but do give it a try, maybe you'll like it. P.S: Sequel in the making 🤯 😉Concluída
A Beautiful Piece Of Broken Pottery
She wanted to know what pain was, silly little girl just open the dictionary look up the word pain and watch as your life plays like a movie. Watch and see what pain really is. Watch and see how truly broken you are. Keep in mind that you managed to fill those cracks in your heart with pure gold so that you can pick yourself up from the ground below and mold yourself into genuine art that has now become a beautiful piece of broken pottery. Gemma was your normal sun kissed skinned teenager. Who was living her life. Living la vida loca. Believing in the "yolo" principal until one day a tragedy knocked on her door and turned her life upside down. Now with a broken heart, a messed up mind and a blacked soul she must face her everyday life once more, she has to face school, battle friends and harsh words and a bigger brother too Lucas is your normal Spanish mafia kind of looking guy who was living his life to the fullest and working at a cute little coffee shop. There he needs a girl and is taken aback. He is completely awestruck by her beauty and her ability to play the guitar and get lost in a melody that she creates. However reality hits and he becomes disappointed when he knows that he will never see her again until her decides to show his true potential and transfer to an AP math's class and at the back of the class sat his angel. Lucas has some demons as well. Fighting an horrid past, a personality disorder and then another hardship hits him. He has bad chemistry grades and must in list the help of the schools smartest girl but this condition comes as a price. Is Lucas willing to pay? She was ice and he was fire. She was beautiful and he was broken. Put them together and some how you end up getting a beautiful piece of broken pottery. Or do you?Concluída
MOON ☆ RICHIE TOZIER
𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 | ❝SHE MADE THE MOON LOOK DULL, SHE KEPT THE SKY LIT EACH NIGHT.❞ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ Cassiopeia Wylie doesn't know much about horror or anything scary really, she chooses to ignore it. Of course she has fears of her own, but most of the time she acts as if it's nonexistent. Cassiopeia revolves her life around keeping this picture perfect image of herself, the girl with perfect grades, perfect hair, and the perfect life. That's what's always been expected of her, which is why, since the fourth grade, she felt infatuated by Richie Tozier. He's everything she's told not to be, and isn't. It made her wonder how he could do it all so easily, up to the way he speaks, and down to the way he acts. Which is odd to her, because she felt she needs to despise him. But instead, she spent her days in class sneaking glances at him, and getting any chance to talk to him no matter how nervous she gets. Cassiopeia tries her very hardest to hide her crush from the glasses eyed boy. That isn't the case for Richie, though his crush on the girl only started in the sixth grade, he flirts with her at any chance he's get's. Which isn't much, due to their completely separate lives. Up until something dark, a shape shifter, comes upon to the town of Derry cursing the children who once had no care in the world. ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ (extended summary inside) (strong language) (it 2017) (started: 10/28/17) (ended: 6/5/2020)Concluída![Mori X Reader Insert ouran OHSHC Takashi [Completed]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/112051145-256-k622067.jpg)
Mori X Reader Insert ouran OHSHC Takashi [Completed]
"Give it your best shot." (F/n) is the new girl. The different one. Pulls back yet still fights. At times bold and at times a coward. Experiencing many different emotions. Will you get past your past? (*Warning controversial topic involved.*) I'm the new student at Ouran. I don't like long hair so my hair is the same length as Haruhi's. I prefer the boy's uniform over a girl's uniform. But of course, my parents don't agree. I have 5 year old little sister and hard-working parents. Just typical, right? Large place with a small staff. (*Warning of the mold.*) But at my new academy what will life hold for me? Is there love like in romantic novels, maybe. I just have to find out though! Where does love begin?~ ••• Reader insert (This has a mold. You can insert yourself into it. Bend it as you read, and so on. Although it isn't perfectly an X Reader. So now it is a "Reader Insert" trying to prewarn that it has a mold.) ••• *Unedited* Highest Rankings 3-#takashi August 3, 2018 2-#mori August 3, 2018 18-#ouran August 3, 2018 20-#animefanfiction August 3, 2018 2-#unreal October 29, 2018 13-#dramatic September 6, 2018 7-#morinozuka September 6, 2018 16-#takashimorinozuka September 6, 2018 3-#unreal February 24, 2019 (also listed above^^)(also 3 on 4/8/19 of 601) 8-#morisenpai on April 8, 2019 (of 131) New cover. I do not own or claim to own the image. A/n: Also surprised me that's it was still 12 in #morinozuka on March 16, 2019. I'm glad for all the reads and the people that enjoy it to still love it after it's been out for a while.Concluída
behind closed doors
𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖓𝖆𝖕 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖉, 𝖘𝖚𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖙. "𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊'𝖘 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖑," 𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘, "𝖎'𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊," 𝖍𝖊 𝖏𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖘, 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒. or, in which, everyone has problems, yet no one seems to know what happens behind closed doors. or, a dsmp high school au, where they're all fucked up, but they all keep their struggles to themselves.Concluída
The Wolves and the Vanoss crew (Complete)
I'm Blaze. I'm 20 year old and I have little sister named Wolfie who is 19 years old. You can call us abnormal, you can call us freaks, but we know why. Me and Wolfie can from a weird family. You see me and her are wolf hybrids. So we have the ears of a wolf and a tail of a wolf and eyes of a wolf and we have powers. I was keeping a secret that Wolfie didn't know about herself because it's too dangerous. She has a dangerous power within her but she never got it out. But for some reason our parents left us when I was 4 and Wolfie was 3. So we were basically left on the streets of Los Santos. We met some other wolf friends like us but during the years but some they got attacked and killed and others would move to a different cities. We were very close to a wolf friend name Fang but he move to a different city so we me and Wolfie would survive alone in alleyways. We would watch each others backs in case if we are in danger. But we had something that we both liked to do and that is to steal. We would steal food, steal money, heck we even stole someone's flashlight. But one day when we were about to steal money from the bank. A group of people already beat us to it. You know what, just read the story and you'll know what's up.Concluída
Project Frostbite
"No one knows where the Potentials are taken. If the prisoners resist, they turn up dead the very next day. They call it Project Frostbite." "They?" "Are all dead." ****** For over 6 months now, bodies have been turning up on the streets of New York. No one knows the cause of death, with the bodies unharmed, barring a single needle prick in the base of the victim's neck. Old or young, big or small; it didn't matter. No evidence of the killers, nothing. Tryston Waters lived a relatively good life. Granted he had an overprotective ex-military father and a policewoman for a mother, but still, he thought he was just a normal 19yr old boy with a normal job and normal life. But one day, when he reveals a powerful secret he didn't even know he harbored, Tryston's life will turn upside down. In 48 hours, he's dodging bullets, avoiding spies, and teaming up with a snarky assassin who doesn't know how to socialize. Firestorm was enjoying her time in New York. She was making big bucks in her "cleaning" business, and was having a blast fighting off the CEO's bodyguards who thought she was just a defenseless teenager. She doesn't have time to babysit an amateur pyrotechnic who is being chased by the very people she was running from. Tryston has no idea who is after him or why, and Firestorm seems to hold the answers. But just how close is she to Project Frostbite? After all, the enemy of your enemy is your friend. All in the name of war.Concluída
Fallen Angel {COMPLETED%}
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Taken Mine (Searching For The Mate) #Wattys2018 ✓
[ṡεε τhε τɾαïlεɾ øƒ τhïṡ вøøќ] •αṿαïlαвlε ραρεɾвαсќ & ε-вøøќ• High Rank : [#318] on Werewolf #1 at #wattpadlove #1 at #WinterWolfWerewolf #1 at #LaterHaters #6 at #TheNewYearAwards #9 at #Wattysaward I walked to my locker first before I accidentally crash into someone body as I hit the ground. I looked up to see who's I crashed to and looking at the most amazing and handsome creature in the universe. Am I too much? I can't blame it because he's like I don't know 'Greek God?'. I seeing him widening his brown eyes for a second then snapped at something before saying something to me. "Watch where you go!" He said as he walked passed me with two other friends of his and leaving me there in hurt. 'Who is he?' I said to myself. ---------- Are you curious with it? Do you want to find out where it goes? Just read it, Okay... __________________ Published at WP : 01/07/2018 Re-Publish : 05/20/2018 Finished at WP : -- ©2018 by TheRealTFFConcluída
New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.
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