A Story Told

A Story Told

  • WpView
    Reads 78
  • WpVote
    Votes 5
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
WpMetadataReadOngoing16m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Apr 5, 2017
WpInfo
Fiction
Action and Thriller
There once was a Girl, her real name was... well I can't Tell you just yet. But she lived with her family, Mother and Father, And her Brother Ash. But her Father was the king of Vondra Milord, and the rule back then said, "Do the King get more than one child, the youngest will be send away. They cannot talk to the child when it is with its false mother and father. But the child need to be at least A year old before the child can stay with said mother and father... But the child can get to know that the child is a Princess/Prince from said town, but first when the child is 16. And if the child wants to get to know the King and his family, they can. But cannot stay to live in the Castle. They must find their own house, and own job.'' ((oh and i did something idk what but right now, the photo is not the real one. Sorry about that))
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Soulbound (Bound by Desire #1)
  • The Lost Princesses- COMPLETED
  • Xalune - Echoes from the past
  • Deserve to be loved
  • My Mate's Betrayal
  • Vowels Of Raghuvanshi's
  • Morphling
  • Princess in Trouble  (complete)
  • Agni Pariksha (Complete)
  • That night...✓

What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines