Psst...DO NOT read this book if you get offended easily. The rants written in it are some things that annoy me on Wattpad. DON'T READ IF YOU ARE SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR. Phew! 'cause one time wasn't enough. Welcome to One Line Wattpad Rants ;) Cover by the one and only @supernovass ▶Highest Ranking: #6 in Random◀

Alice is a 14 year old, but her mind is a lot more mature than any other 14 year old. Surviving leukemia, losing her mother at a young age, having an abusive step-dad. But what if one day everything changes. One day after her step-dad died. She hears she has brothers. 8 of them. Both sides are keeping secret from each other. What is Alice going to find? How will her brothers react to her past? Come find out in my first book.

Jay lives with her dad after her tragic past experience... she is literally perfect daughter and heir,she is rich, extremely beautiful, intelligent,smart,sweet,kind gets engaged to Keifer, a perfect Heir of Watson's, handsome,tall, rich, badboy,rude, nice with loved ones only..... But what if Both hides secrets of past behind them,will they ever be over it or get more tangled in it let's see what destiny have written for them ✨ Hey Guys it's a jayfer story but in my way ,the characters are same from our beloved Amnse , only the story line is mine ... I am a new writer so please ignore the mistakes and don't spread hate Lot's of love 💕 Ayaa 🌷✨

[⚠️ Chapter 41+ are paid content via Ko-fi ⚠️] ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ The De Luca brothers reign supreme in the underworld, holding dominion over the ruthless realm of the Italian Mafia. They are cold, merciless, driven by madness, their loyalty solely to blood. Yet, their lives take an unexpected turn when they discovered their thirteen years old little sister. *** "When she was choking me, is that... love?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, each word trembling as if afraid to leave her lips. Her eyes, wide and glassy, searched mine desperately, seeking a truth that she couldn't grasp amidst the fog of confusion and despair that clouded her mind. My heart seethed with rage, a torrent of emotions crashing against the walls of my restraint, threatening to betray the stoic facade I had carefully constructed. I wanted to scream, to shake her out of this misguided belief. Hestia, my little sister, stared back at me. Her innocence tainted by the cruel hands of someone who had twisted the meaning of love into something unrecognizable. She couldn't differentiate the painfully obvious truth, the clear distinction between love and control, kindness and cruelty. It was as if the very essence of her spirit was being suffocated, just as her breath had been. ── ─ ┈┈┈┄┄╌╌ [⚠️ Chapter 41+ are paid content via Ko-fi ⚠️] ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive and potentially distressing themes, including abuse, sexual assault, rape, psychological trauma, and mature content. Note: - Cover by Canva - Update: Random

"How dare you bring me aboard this ship without so much as telling me what you are?" She yelled. Kincade let out a smug grin, one that infuriated Astryd even more. She took a few more steps toward him so that they were mere feet apart. He looked down at a doubloon he was holding and slowly turned it over in his hands as he spoke. "I saw a troubled woman in a sailor's pub, obviously hiding from the royal guards. Surely you must have gotten yourself into a sticky situation. And you don't expect me to assume what you are?" Astryd fumbled for words. What was he getting at? He lifted his head to look her in the eyes. "You're a thief and now a sailor. You know what that makes you, sweetheart?" "I am not a..." she shouted, but she stumbled at the last word. She pointed her finger in Kincade's face and whispered, "pirate." -------------------------------------------- I would like to acknowledge Thompson Editing Services, who is responsible for being my editor and proofreader for this book as well as an amazing writing mentor. I own the story as well as all of the characters inside it. This book is copyrighted to me. I own the book cover art (illustrated by myself) but I do not own any of the images featured throughout the story. Highest rankings: #1 in Sailor, #1 in Sailing, and #10 in Pirate This is the first draft. This story is currently in the process of being edited.

𝐀𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 They say high school is all about memories, friendships, and first love. But for Arunika Sharma, it's about surviving one particular nightmare kavish Singh . He's the school's golden boy arrogant, popular, and way too charming for his own good. She's the girl who couldn't care less about his fame or his perfect smirk. From stolen notes to sarcastic remarks, their rivalry is the talk of the entire school. But what happens when hate starts to blur into something softer... something neither of them is ready to admit? Because sometimes, the line between enemies and lovers is just one heartbeat away. A story about two opposites bound by rivalry, torn by emotions, and connected by something neither of them dares to name. Because sometimes, love doesn't arrive with flowers and sunshine it hides behind sarcasm, pride, and the person you swore you'd never fall for. story filled with laughter, chaos, late night confessions, and the kind of love that only happens once in school corridors and teenage hearts. Hey readers. This story isn't just about love it's about growing up, fighting, falling, and finding someone who feels like home in the middle of all the chaos. I hope Arunika and Kavish's journey makes you smile, blush, and maybe even believe in school love again. 💗 Start: 29/10/2025 End:

[Copyright © 2014] In 1943, Charlotte Truly is a nineteen-year-old American nurse serving in World War II. The oldest of four daughters, Charlotte is mostly a shy and reserved girl who keeps to herself. But when Charlotte meets William McCaden, an injured soldier on leave whom she'd briefly met when she was seventeen, she finds herself falling inexplicably in love. When Will is shipped overseas to Nazi-occupied France to fight in a deadly combat mission, Charlotte and Will have only their letters to keep each other close... but in the midst of war, how can love possibly survive? ----- DISCLAIMER: This work was written when I, Raine the author, was 14 years old (circa 2014) and is a FIRST DRAFT. Certain aspects of this story are highly problematic and should rightfully be called out. Please do bear in mind, however, that the entirety of what you see here was written (unedited) by a 14-year-old girl. Now, I as a 20-year-old writing student am fully aware of my mistakes and would like to apologize profusely for them. They are not reflective of my present character by any means and I can assure you that I FULLY condemn the slut-shaming, misogyny, white saviorism, racism, and the general oversimplification of vastly complex themes and historical contexts you might see in Yours Truly (2014). As much as I would like to chalk it all up to being a sign of the times (the very backwards 1940s), I understand now how I should have handled this particular time period with more tact and discretion. Especially with how I recklessly portrayed the horrific racial climate of the 1940s American South. Again, I am very sorry and can wholeheartedly promise you that any later drafts of Yours Truly would 100% rework all of these themes and contexts with the utmost of consideration towards the communities they affect directly. Thank you. -Raine, Feb. 11/2021

Meet Annabeth and Percy. They grew up together. They fight, they get mad, they don't talk to each other but at the end they make up and return to being same old Seaweed Brain and Wise Girl. But after 4 years of not seeing each other and the news of their impending future marriage will change things. The question is: How will our feisty couple return and continue? As friends? As enemies? Or something else entirely? This is a Percabeth fanfict. Sadly the characters are not mine but the story is. If anyone actually reads this I would be really grateful. If you happen to find mistakes please let me know. English is not my first language so bear with me. Every criticism is welcomed as long as it is put nicely. So comment and let me know... Hugs and kisses, Amazon Fighter.

In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade? Let's list off the criteria: Blonde? Obviously. Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean" Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform. Bimbo? My grades beg to differ. A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it. Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.

Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.