Blog Stories

Welcome to Morgan's World, AKA The chaotic mind of an autistic aroace fangirl! In this book I intend to write down my reactions and reviews to new things from the fandoms I love and for some new stories as well!

I appreciate the flirting but yours is god awful 1 note, 10:01pm gwlouis reblogged your post with the caption: | I'd like to see you do better bakery boy (Or Louis finds Harry's tumblr, and finds himself smitten a bit along the way) *****THIS IS NOT MY STORY ITS ORIGINALLY @-storan 's STORY, I'M JUST CHANGING THE SHIP*****

[RANT BOOK 2] This is not a Romance Novel on Indian Marriage. This is a survival guide. Tired of the 4:00 AM muhurat that only the priest and the pigeons are awake for? So am I. If you've ever wondered why we need 15 different ceremonies for two people to say "I do," or why your distant Great-Aunt is offended because she didn't get the "expensive" box of sweets, you've found your tribe. The Relatives: Dissecting the aunties who treat your single status like a national emergency. The Traditions: Questioning the rituals that make no sense in 2026 but we do them anyway "because tradition." The Chaos: From the 2,000-person guest lists to the groom arriving on a horse that looks more tired than he is. The Mandap: A comment section (The Gossip Corner) where we spill the real chai on wedding disasters. Grab your heavy lehenga, prepare your fake smile for the photos, and let's start venting.

Ayda Aydnik returns to her hometown with a plan: survive one school year teaching at the same high school that once broke her, collect the money, and disappear for good. The people haven't changed. The secrets definitely haven't. On her first day back, an anonymous blog appears. Every Monday at exactly 9 a.m., a new post is published-old high-school essays written by The Chosen 16, exposing secrets they never meant anyone to read. Affairs. Violence. Betrayals. Mental breakdowns. Abuse. Love stories that destroyed people instead of saving them. Ayda is on the list. Worse-she recognizes the writing. She wrote those words years ago, during the summer she refuses to talk about. As the town devours each post, friendships collapse, old hierarchies return, and trauma resurfaces. Ayda is forced to face the people she once loved, the ones she failed, and the one truth she's been running from: The past isn't haunting. Someone is weaponizing it. And whoever is behind the blog knows exactly how the story ends.

hello!! no this isn't roleplay. imma just explain everything in the first chapter :) this is not roleplay, fake, a story, or anything along the lines of that. this is a story to document my experiences living as a magical girl. this may talk about sensitive topics; if you feel you may get triggered, you should probably read something else.

A young man who supposedly rich in their own way. are very coldhearted person he will never get make any connections with their family bussinesses. bcause he dont want to be involved with their business .. until one day he and her sister called their father to tell that the business with be take good care of sehun.. and the bussinesses will go to take care of his younger sister.until he met his secretary.miss.seline Magtanggol... everything must change!! Abangan..

Ayda Aydnik returns to her hometown with a plan: survive one school year teaching at the same high school that once broke her, collect the money, and disappear for good. The people haven't changed. The secrets definitely haven't. On her first day back, an anonymous blog appears. Every Monday at exactly 9 a.m., a new post is published-old high-school essays written by The Chosen 16, exposing secrets they never meant anyone to read. Affairs. Violence. Betrayals. Mental breakdowns. Abuse. Love stories that destroyed people instead of saving them. Ayda is on the list. Worse-she recognizes the writing. She wrote those words years ago, during the summer she refuses to talk about. As the town devours each post, friendships collapse, old hierarchies return, and trauma resurfaces. Ayda is forced to face the people she once loved, the ones she failed, and the one truth she's been running from: The past isn't haunting. Someone is weaponizing it. And whoever is behind the blog knows exactly how the story ends.

A legendary invite into the private life of a brown girl. Who is she? That's not for you to know but join her anyway as she swims against the tide of life and the tsunami wave of sadness it brings with it. Will she drown in her self destructive habits or rise above it all and thrive? Join me on my glow up journey and read all about it the good, bad and the ugly. Besides who doesn't love the drama?

I beg to differ.

So here's the thing life kinda sucks. So instead of talking to a therapist I'm here writing on the Internet, and yes I know that no one will probably ever read this. But here goes my new series "Adulting is overrated" Do you ever have those weekends where you have a list of things to get done, even have a timeline somewhat created. Only to do nothing. Well that was me, for the last 5 weekends. I hope I'm not depressed, surely being this tired is normal. Surely the sudden out break of pimples on my face is from eating poorly, not stress. Surely I'm not slowly going crazy. Please someone tell me that I'm not crazy. So some context, I just moved out of home. Moved states. Started a new full time job. Said goodbye to all my friends. Broke up with my boyfriend. Now the good things yay! I finally moved out of home, that place was suffercating. Broke up with my boyfriend which if I'm being honest with myself I never should have started dating. But mainly I miss my people. I miss randomly having sleepovers with my bestie and talking shit. Miss exercising with the girls disguised as a fun hangout. I miss not being an adult.

Drawings | Thoughts | Videos

I am going to tell you guys every day (I try to) what happend in my life, kinda like a blog or just my internet diaries

[RANT BOOK 1] This is not a STORY Book or Collection of POEMS. This is a RANT BOOK. Tired of the billionaire CEO who "smirks" every three seconds? So am I. If you've ever rolled your eyes at a "clumsy" protagonist or a "bad boy" with a heart of gold, you're in the right place. Rants: Dissecting the tropes we love to hate and that need to retire. Interact: Questions to get your blood boiling. Polls: For those who prefer to click rather than type. The Pit: A comment section where the real comedy happens Grab your tea and let's complain together.

I use this to rant about things that happen in and out of Wattpad, such as my life and friends and love life and other useless stuff. Get a hint though, I might get very political.

Heavily HEAVILY inspired by the_4__seasons a giant book of Frankie valli & the four seasons. Full credits to them! genius to write on Wattpad cause it's like your own page, and it's infinitive what you can write. and I can talk for HOURS about any topic, trust me

If you are interested in becoming a kpop idol or if you want to know about them then check this book out. (Currently still updating)

My strangeness all in one blog. Will try to update every night.

i want to be pretty because i've had enough of being not.

About anime that I adore. I own nothing!

My personal blog