![Savior [Completed]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/7484254-256-k960877.jpg)
Savior [Completed]
- LECTURAS 25,423
- Votos 563
- Partes 27
Concluida sáb, jun 6, 201511h 27m
"They all like to say 'all good things must come to an end,' but why isn't there anything about bad things?"
"There is, actually."
"What?"
"'No matter how long the night, dawn will break.'"
"Oh, right. I'm not arguing there, but...dawn will break, there's no question there.The question is, will the person always survive the night to see it?"
"Of course. That's what it means, that no matter how bad things are, they will get better, and you will be there to see it."
"You're sure?"
"I promise."
"How can you be so sure?"
"I'm sure, because I'll be there with you the whole way."
*This story follows Undone, which follows New Days :)
Todos los derechos reservados
#75
undone
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Quizás también te guste
Fixing Celia
They say betrayal never comes from your enemies. I used to think that was just something people said to feel better about their broken hearts. Until mine shattered too. The night it happened, everything changed. I lost my best friend. I lost my boyfriend. But worst of all... I lost myself. It's funny how a single moment can split your life into before and after. Before, I was the girl who believed in love, in loyalty, in forever. After, I was the girl standing in the ruins of what used to be her world, gasping for air, screaming into the silence, wondering why. Why me? Why now? Why them? So, I ran. Packed what was left of me and left the pieces behind-what else could I do? I moved cities. Moved in with my cousin. I told myself I needed a break, a fresh start. I told myself I wasn't looking for anyone. I was here to rebuild, quietly, carefully. Just me and the pain that still lived under my skin. But then... I saw him. At the club. Dark suit. Brooding eyes. Hands in his pockets like the world bowed at his feet. He didn't just walk in; he owned the room. The kind of man who didn't need to speak to be heard. I didn't know his name. I didn't know his story. But I felt his eyes on me like a touch that burned. He was power. He was danger. He was everything I told myself to avoid. But as fate would have it, the man who never chased anyone... noticed the broken girl who stopped believing in love. And maybe-just maybe-he'd be the one to help me believe again. This is the story of how I broke... And how he found every shattered piece.
The Revelation
In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.Concluida
The reborn villainess; the end was just the beginning
My hands were stretched out to him. Expressing what my voice couldn't. I needed his help - even if it's just this once - I'd hoped he helped me. But he didn't reach out to me. Instead, I watch him turn his back at me. I watch him walk away when I needed him the most. Even after all she said, there was a part of me that hoped it wasn't true. Even if he doesn't love me - I'd thought he would at the very least liked me... maybe? I thought all the things I did for him would make him see me, tolerate me or something. But no. We kept drifting further apart. And it's all my fault. I simply did too much. I trusted the wrong person. Did the craziest things for love. Forgot my self worth. All these to earn his approval, his acknowledgment - for him to see me - none of which ever happened. And now, here I am. Lying in the pool of my own blood for someone who doesn't even care for my life or death. Oh, how I wish I could turn back time! I refuse to face my family like this. This is too shameful. For I've fallen too far from the woman I was raised to be. I dare not face my mama. Now, for the first time ever, I wish not to be seen, heard or even thought of- I wish not to be saved. I wish my soul disintegrates and scatters into nothingness . I wish to be completely erased from the universe. This story isn't edited yet. I apologize for some mistakes you might see. Your comments and advices are appreciated as this is my first book so it might be quite... Thank you
Ended
I am dying. I know this because i can feel all my senses leaving me. I can see flashes, recollections, of my past. They preen at me through my lashes. But I am calm. There is a feeling of delirium thumping in my heart, spreading through my body. With the little strength that I can muster, I reach out to take hold of the nearest objects to me. It ties me to the earth, but when my eyes no longer see light, the bond that keeps me on this world will be severed, and no longer shall i be alive. What if you and a four other people where the only ones alive on earth? After the Apocalypse, everyone died. Except for five of us. My name is Thalia, when I was thirteen years old, the earth was broken by deadly storms, methane, tsunamis, earthquakes. I survived. For years I wandered the earth, raiding abandoned shops for food, seeking shelter. Now I am fifteen, I feel like I have found a home. I have found a band of survivors like me. These people survived the Apocalypse, and now, we want answers .Concluida
House of Anubis: One Last Stand
"Hello. Nina here." Nina made a large breath on camera before proceeding. "I guess it would be quite an introduction to say that today is the day...I die..." ~~~~~ The end of it all could mean the end of someone's life. The true hero makes the true sacrifice, as some may say. And some sacrifices come at deadly prices. In the final mystery of the Sibuna gang-their final face off against evil, there are only limited ways to go about saving the world. And every choice the Chosen One, Osirion, and Sibuna makes could result in a more deadly consequence than the last. In the midst of the their last mystery, truly filled with terror at every corner, trusts will be broken, relationships will be tested, and lives may just be taken. *Book 4 of 4* Book 1: House of Anubis: Reunion Book 2: House of Anubis: House of Horror Book 3: House of Anubis: House of Pasts And there is officially a next generation out! If you hold any interest please check out: House of Anubis: Triad of MemphisConcluida
The world is ending and I have unlimited supplies
They said the world was ending, but it didn't start with fire or war. It began with a storm-just like any other. But this time, it didn't stop. The rain fell for days, then weeks, and then came the flood that drowned everything. When the sun finally broke through the clouds, people thought it was over. They thought it was hope. But that hope was a lie. The sun scorched the land. Insects bred in the rotting water. Plague spread like wildfire. Water became scarce, food even scarcer. They said Mother Earth was angry, and I believed them. I did everything to survive. Even if it meant relying on a filthy, twisted man for bread. He preyed on girls like me-young, desperate, orphaned. He fed us, clothed us, and in return, demanded we sell our bodies. He called it "the price of protection." Men came to us like vultures. They stripped away our innocence and left us hollow. And then, one winter night, starving people stormed our hideout. They came with knives and desperation. I threw myself in front of the youngest girl when one lunged to stab her. I took the blade meant for her. As my body went cold, I felt no fear. Just peace. Finally, I thought. This nightmare is over. But when I opened my eyes again... I was in my bed. Warm. Dry. Dressed in pajamas. It hadn't been a nightmare. It had been real. And now, it's happening all over again. But this time, I won't be weak. This time, I won't be used. This time... I'll survive. No matter the cost.
Getting High on Infinity || Patrick Stump Fanfiction (Book 1)
*Finished - Sequel, "Trouble Seems to Follow" out now* I looked back at Pete, Joe, Andy, Jeremy, and Hayley. They were the only friends I had anymore. Then I turned back around and looked into the eyes that had caught me so many times. The eyes that had mended my broken heart. The eyes that were always smiling at me, even when they were glistening with tears. Then I thought back to the night he told me "infinity". He said everything would be infinite. I didn't understand what he meant by saying so many things would "last for infinity". But now I understood. Now I knew what he meant, and I seemed to be getting high off of it. "Hey you," he said with a smile.Concluida
Nothing to lose but you (three days grace fan fic)
Its 2018, three days grace "friend" who they thought would never betray them, turned time against the beloved band. Its up to Neil to save three days grace before they are "Gone Forever". Will Neil be able to save three days grace before the world turns their back on them? Neil and the other members navigate their way through deception, happiness, and depressing times. Who can they trust? How can they avoid the masterminds plot? Will they make it through everything or will their life just crumble to pieces like the so called "friend" planned everything to go. so I was just bored and this story is just for fun,well this is my first story and it probably won't be good but I'll keep writing if anyone would want me to And if u want to vote then just remember to do it at the bottom.....idek I'm a weirdo. Enjoy Highest Ranking #1 in threedaysgraceConcluida
Almost Perfect~
Living with no change in a city where no one seemed to leave or stay. She wanted a little change but got a whole lot more. It's really Loving someone who doesn't love you back that hurts. Perhaps it isn't the fact that they don't love you, but the fact that you loved them so much it hurt and they had no idea you even existed. Its not until they notice you that the hurt goes away and everything becomes perfect. But nothing can be perfect, in Robert Frost's words, "So dawn goes down to day, Nothing gold can stay" This is my first fanfic and is short with a terrible ending. Maybe one day I'll get around to adding more or something.Concluida
A Match Made in Hell
COMPLETED nick has spent his entire life fighting, never even getting to live his childhood and leaving his family at the age of 14. There's a gorgeous boy, Karl, at a party that nick can't get his eyes off of. They soon become good friends when one day, something really strange and sudden happens which ends up in nick getting all bruised up. He feels like passing out, and can only think of one person that can help him, karl. He immediately rushes to the boy's House and what he finds out that day, changes his life forever. Lord, how worse could this man's life be? Imagine not having a since number in your phone, getting creepy-ass calls from your psychopath of a father, having no fucking friends, alone and invisible. That's how Karl's life was, he always thought of it as something so pathetic. Until one day, he saw the man of his fucking dreams, that he'd been dreaming of since he was fourteen. To his surprise, it was his dad's worst enemy, the poor kid he'd heard so much about when he was younger. And THAT man, happened to be the love of his life. (So much gay couples because I'm gay. -author.) also I'm sorry if my English isn't amazing!! it's not my first language and please, if you spot any mistakes, correct me. enjoy reading.Concluida
They say betrayal never comes from your enemies. I used to think that was just something people said to feel better about their broken hearts. Until mine shattered too. The night it happened, everything changed. I lost my best friend. I lost my boyfriend. But worst of all... I lost myself. It's funny how a single moment can split your life into before and after. Before, I was the girl who believed in love, in loyalty, in forever. After, I was the girl standing in the ruins of what used to be her world, gasping for air, screaming into the silence, wondering why. Why me? Why now? Why them? So, I ran. Packed what was left of me and left the pieces behind-what else could I do? I moved cities. Moved in with my cousin. I told myself I needed a break, a fresh start. I told myself I wasn't looking for anyone. I was here to rebuild, quietly, carefully. Just me and the pain that still lived under my skin. But then... I saw him. At the club. Dark suit. Brooding eyes. Hands in his pockets like the world bowed at his feet. He didn't just walk in; he owned the room. The kind of man who didn't need to speak to be heard. I didn't know his name. I didn't know his story. But I felt his eyes on me like a touch that burned. He was power. He was danger. He was everything I told myself to avoid. But as fate would have it, the man who never chased anyone... noticed the broken girl who stopped believing in love. And maybe-just maybe-he'd be the one to help me believe again. This is the story of how I broke... And how he found every shattered piece.
Más detallesPautas de Contenido