The African trinkets
- वाचन 10,393
- वोट 214
- भाग 25
The Tate estate holds many family secrets, some more unspeakable than others, but all is veiled for the sake of propriety such is the requirement for such prudent times. Follow the stories of a handful of youths in, both black and white, shackled and free as they experience life in the small confines of their society. *Wow, that was a pretty cheesy little blurb but please give it a chance, feel free to comment*
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Alright, so I wrote this a few years ago and I decided to give it a read over and I am thoroughly disturbed by what I have written. I feel like it needs trigger warnings but even then I feel uncomfortable with the way I have glorified domestic abuse, depression and slave rape. I just wanted to inform whoever has been unfortunate enough to read this that I will be taking it down soon. I think I had good intentions but I was just in a bad space when I was writing this and it is not a good reflection of me at all. I apologize if this story has upset anyone.
सभी अधिकार सुरक्षित
सबसे बड़े स्टोरी-टेलिंग समुदाय में शामिल होंवैयक्तिकृत कहानी अनुशंसाएं प्राप्त करें, अपनी पसंदीदा कहानियाँ अपनी लाइब्रेरी में सहेजें, और अपना समुदाय बढ़ाने के लिए टिप्पणी और वोट करें।
आपको शायद ये भी पसंद आएँगे
Normal Things (Tate Langdon FanFiction)
Fair warning to anyone reading this: I wrote this my junior year, and it's bad. It reflects who I was at that time and does not reflect who I am now. Please take that into consideration when reading this dumpster fire. A social hermit, Penny Andrews lives the normalist of lives: attends a public school with many...colorful...people. Goes home to a loving mother and a comfortable home life. Falls asleep with vivid dreams at night, just to repeat the cycle again the next day. Until she goes to a party where she meets the one person that will throw her life out of focus, changing her life forever. In an adventure of self-preservation, the beauty of protection, and the comfortableness of finding the one who gets you, they live a life of the normalist of things. (Fanfiction for a friend.) Highest rank: #131 in ahs #20 in Tateपूर्ण
the unwanted twin
Emilia and Lexi were twins but they couldn't be more oppersite if they tried. Emilia was selective mute, she was taught not to speak unless spoken to as time went on she stopped talking to people all together. Her mother and step father abused her since she was 5 causing her to grow cold and distant. Lexi was the favourite child, her mother and step father gave her everything she ever wanted, she was bubbly and made friends quick however she was used to the attention and never wanted anyone but her to have the attention. both girls had a strong dislike for each other, Emilia hated that Lexi let their parents abuse her whilst she stood by laughing , she hated how bitchy Lexi could be and how she bullied her. Lexi couldn't stand that she had a twin, especially how weird she thought Emilia to be. 16 years ago was one of the happiest days of the Rosso family lives, their princesses were born but only two years later Alice Russo ran off with the twins, leaving behind her husband Alessandro and their 4 boys. Alessandro was heartbroken and being the Mafia boss, he spared no resources looking for his twin girls but Alice was good, she had help and managed to hide from mafia boss himself. As time went on, Alessandro and his sons gave up hope, until he received a call he never thought he would have. Book 1 completed Book 2 Emilia -Completed Book 3 Demon- ongoing This book is a product of all my own ideas, it is only published here on wattpad. You may have seen it titled a dance of broken wings on novelverse, but it was put up by someone copying my work.पूर्ण
Heritage
This book follows an African American boy as he wonders over into the white community something not usually done. Considering that during the year 1830's New York was severely divided into pocket communities helping keep the oppressed oppressed, since they would live in cramped apartment buildings with other families while the rich lived in manors. While the immigrants worked in factories the rich turned towards investments. Matthews~ (African American) 6 years old and on the street. I watch the other children get handed bread. I watch them get taken into the homes made for children like us. My clothes are tattered and torn. I go to bed underneath boxes or in garbage cans to stay warm. Annabelle~ 20 years old, the daughter of a noble getting ready for another social event. I walk with the other women who are ahead of me. They are giggling and talking about the recent engagements, the recent social gatherings, the recent investments that potential suitors have made, yet I am simply not interested. I would rather get a job. I want to get down and dirty. Daniel~ 21 years old, a nobleman that owns quite a few acres of land for farming. Father finally died. Leaving the estate to me. I will now be able to rent out the land instead of having father put outrageous buying prices on the damn property. No one can afford them in today's day in age. Not to mention that once the property is divided up into the sectors with their own little cottages we could have our own little self-sufficient economy if I play my cards right. No, my father ever the man he was decided it was too much of a risk. Well you can roll over in your grave. I never did like him. *Warning: There may be some harsh scenes while Matthews are on the streets, and scenes that deal with death. Please be aware of this as you read. # in Historical Fiction as of: 931~ 7/14/17 302~ 7/22/17 288~ 7/24/17पूर्ण
Solace
Ive been watching my clan be with their beloved and little ones and i cant help but feel isolated. power? yes i have abundant of it. money? mountains of it. authority? generations of it and im going to be the ultimate one soon. but all of it for what? for whom? i feel so empty. born out of a lab, a mix and match of genes to make an abomination. words are delusion for their own gain. touches are pricks of needles and spikes. affection? whats that? memories? water, white, lab, people in funny suits... never did i speak, but i learn... never did i know emotions, but i can feel... never did i know you but i know youre real... ----------->>>>> hello, dear readers. this is my last book in the 2nd generation of the blessed moon series. some notes can be confusing if you havent read the series but this could be a stand-alone story. im depicting zeenunew here as my main characters. who are they? google it. pictures are not mine. i dont want to own them. so dont sue me. thanks to googles assistance for the completion of this series. pictures, word meanings and researches. if youre interested, please, see my other books: First Book: worthy to be mine Blessed Moon Series: blessed moon saved love warm thirst silenced 2nd Generation Blessed Moon Series: freak siren's call craving death impeccably yours solace Other Books: violet prison i read comments and i reply to them occassionally. i read messages and i reply to them if necessary. please leave votes if you like them. im super thankful for giving me your leisure time to read my works. see you on my other books. KHEINNOX 💑❤️🏳️🌈पूर्ण
Fall from Grace
In a world divided - the land of man, the land of beasts, and the land of demons - there lies a grey area serving as a nonpartisan area bordering the three realms. The Underground exists as a morally "grey" zone where the persons of the three kingdoms can (somewhat) peacefully coexist - if for no reason other than the pursuit of their vices. Fancy a bit of human meat for supper? The Underground is the best market for beast and human flesh alike. Longing for a slave to cater to your every desire? The Underground has a wide variety to choose from. Just wanting something on which to unleash your murderous intentions? The Underground won't bat an eye or bother with pesky questions. Lilith was a frequent item among the Underground. Once meant to be a contender for the throne of a small country in the human realm, she was disowned, sold in the Underground, traded, re-sold, and so-on for years until she is placed in a holding cell with a small beast child. She could only barely see his form in the dimly lit room made of stone, but she could see his green eyes glowing faintly like those of a cat looking towards a light. He spoke with a slight lisp, and his voice shook with fear when he finally began to respond to her questions. The pair form an unlikely bond that will change the course of both their lives in a way they never thought possible. Author's note: this story will contain sensitive/triggering topics, and viewer discretion is advised. Additionally, due to the time setting and manner of speech in the story, the "c-word" will be used at times to reference the female anatomy. I'm mostly giving this disclaimer for my US readers, as I'm aware that it's still used somewhat commonly in other countries. Any songs attached belong to their respective owners. Most - if not all - pictures attached were created using Chatbox AI Image Generator.
The Price of Love
Yet another book I've written on Google Docs. Quarantine is boring, okay? I literally just finished this today so I'm uploading this like, right away. I'm not really great at these so yeah. This is an American Revolution AU but it's not actually really the American Revolution, if that makes any sense. Inspired by @RyanThePotato's Lams, Royal Legacies, but totally different. This isn't that terribly dark, but it's a war AU, so there's going to be death and blood. Lots of blood. No gore though. And this is one of my books, so expect trigger warnings but I don't say that there's going to be trigger warnings. Anyway, enjoy! I might change the title later, Idfk though.पूर्ण
My Prison Called Life (Bio 1)
This is a bio about me and what I went through as a child. You see I was abused not just by both parents but my whole family. I know you guys probably heard about all of this before but I want to write this. It will help me forget about my past and let me move on. I was suicidal and I wanted to give up but I didn't. So this is a story of what happened before Ways To Stop Bullying and after it. Journey with me when you see the hell I went through and how I made it out to be the person I am today. To be honest this is something that scares me more than anything in the world by writing this. But I want to and need to. To be warned it will get ugly and it might not look that bad to most people who probably had it worse than me. But this isn't why I'm writing this to get sympathy I'm writing this so I can finally move on and say. I done this I lived through it. I doubt anyone would read this and if they do I doubt many will but I don't care I'm writing this for me and if it helps others? I'm glad so I don't know what else to say so this is all.पूर्ण
(OLD) World to Ashes (book one) - OK K.O.!
Description updated as of December 4, 2020. Hey, I'm just here to let you guys know that this book is *really* old and not representative of my current writing skills. A lot of the information in this book regarding the au has changed as well, and while the main storyline/details are the same, a *large* amount of things, including a few major ones, have changed. . !!! ALSO I DO NOT SHIP POTATO AND KO !!! This fic was written in 2017, and I was 13 at the time. While it wasn't even anything I shipped at that time, either, it was only put in the story because of reader appeal. I never did ship it, and I never will, and I very much loathe younger me for including minor (and skippable) moments like there are in the story. This feels like a much needed clarification; do not contact me about this. Please. . (planning a possible future rewrite/continuation one day)पूर्ण
Fair warning to anyone reading this: I wrote this my junior year, and it's bad. It reflects who I was at that time and does not reflect who I am now. Please take that into consideration when reading this dumpster fire. A social hermit, Penny Andrews lives the normalist of lives: attends a public school with many...colorful...people. Goes home to a loving mother and a comfortable home life. Falls asleep with vivid dreams at night, just to repeat the cycle again the next day. Until she goes to a party where she meets the one person that will throw her life out of focus, changing her life forever. In an adventure of self-preservation, the beauty of protection, and the comfortableness of finding the one who gets you, they live a life of the normalist of things. (Fanfiction for a friend.) Highest rank: #131 in ahs #20 in Tate
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