Invisible Stories

Après qu'un camion m'ais renversé comme un vulgaire quille je me téléportée DANS LES CITES PERDUES !!!!!!! Si ça ce n'est pas une dinguerie ! Le rêve de tout lecteur de gdcp, de toutes personne normal rêve d'atterrir dans son livre préféré. Et ça c'est à moi que c'est arrivé ! La classe, non ? Avec mes potes ( et débiles ) consciences on compte bien clasher Alina, rendre possible le Sokeefe et semer le bordel dans les Cités Perdues !! Enfin ça, c'était ce qui était prévu, jusqu'à ce que les Invisibles s'en mêlent. Mon histoire et les raisons de ma venue dans les Cités Perdues risquent de devenir beaucoup plus complexe que prévu. Car comme on dit : 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞́, 𝐜'𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐧. Allez je vous laisse Ro va m'apprendre à balancer les dagues dans la tête des gens!! Lady Camiamia [ PS : les chapitres ne seront pas régulier ( mais je ferais toujours en sortent de poster des chapitres aussi vite que possible 😎😅😁 ) car vous savez bien que on ne sait jamais quel sont les prochaines bêtises de Keefe ( ou les miennes d' ailleurs ) !]

Melissa Halton has always been the laid back type who faded into the background,not by choice tho.She was always felt invisible and misunderstood by everyone especially around her family and friends,until Shelly bombshelled into her life. Shelly George was the type of person who gave all of herself to people,putting them before herself,making them feel special.She was always looking out for everyone,was there to listen to their problems but they never made effort for her,not enough.Shelly was a tough nut to crack,she struggled to open up to people and they never bothered trying hard enough.Until she met Melissa. Melissa was very pressing,she cared more about other people than herself so naturally she was just pushy for answers to Shelly about if shes okay or not and that really made her stick out to Shelly in a way . Melissa's bf just so happens to be Shellys cousin too. The closer they get the more they realize there is more to their feelings than platonic. Embark with them on this treacherous journey of jealousy,protectiveness,mixed feelings,things might get a little messy and violent along the way too. (Ps.This is a kinda from actual experience.......hehe )

The cradle was empty. A week later, the house was empty. Now, it has been a year, and still, there is silence. Somewhere far away, a lie was whispered to the empty walls. Problem is, sometimes, the walls talk. ---------------- Lia Carson has nearly perfected the art of staying invisible. She has learned to find joy in watching the world from the shadows - until her new roommate happens to be someone who notices everything. Between them, they make a rather curious pair that borders on dysfunctional. But somewhere in their periphery, a silence that was deeply buried is starting to speak up. And what it's saying is that someone went to great lengths to make sure that no one would listen. -----------------

When the person you like looks at you, you get this weird feeling. You just feel like you want to disappear, not because of shame but because of the butterflies that tickle your tummy. Ajax felt this every time he saw Elle. This was until he truly disappeared. With Will intervening, its not just love but also friendship that is truly put to a test. Read to know more. Do not copy it. Suggestions are welcomed.

Sc'the is a Dragon, who wouldn't want to be one?! But he's not a normal dragon that people often read about. There was no dungeon for him to wake up endangered by, there was no siblings to bug him, and there certainly wasn't just a strange screen showing what he'd become. There was a Voice too. Oh, but this is Sc'the's second life, and going from a human kid that was starting to give up on life, to becoming one of the most important beings of an entire planet is certainly a shocking twist of fate.

Just because you admire the fire does not mean you were made to burn in it. We are not meant to set ourselves alight for everything we adore. "Strings" is about healing without unraveling. A collection of poems about invisible threads that live within us.

My name is Madison Garner. But if you call me that, you won't see the sun shine tomorrow. So I go by Dee, instead. My mom picked my name, though my dad tried to stop her but she insisted. Anyway, my best friend is Kendra Byrnes. You could say she's the most perfect girl in the whole world, and I wouldn't stop you. Everybody just likes her. She's Prom Queen, she's pretty, she's kind, she's a true lady and whenever she smiles, everybody stops and stares for a while. I might have gotten the last part from a Bruno Mars song but it really describes her. I couldn't be compared to her. I practically look like a huge barbecue stick when I stand beside her. I'm too tall, my eyes are too wide, my lips are too big, and- well, I don't want to make myself sound ugly to you so I'll just stop. The thing is, I'm not pretty like Kendra and ever since we were five, I lived under her shadow. So when this guy called me beautiful one day after Prom, I completely lost it. It changed my whole life - for the better or for worse, I don't know.

[CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN] Beau Waters is an average girl with an average life, and an average desire to be invisible to people around her. After a cruel accident in the notoriously mysterious woods of her town, she is left with a ironic and bizarre change. *The Avengers fan-fiction. There's no romance, I just thought of an OC that would fit in the movie.*

He loves me... but only at midnight. Every night at exactly 12:00 AM, he remembers me - our laughter, our memories... even the way he promised he would never forget. But when morning comes, I vanish from his world, a stranger once again. I tried everything to make him remember. Until I realized... maybe I was never meant to exist in his life... And maybe... someone is making sure he doesn't.

I thought I knew our world better. Such a thought quickly made her feel lied to, or at the very least deceived. Peculiar America, a land without rules, plenty of violence, and gang leaders instead of ymbrynes. How had WWII been easier to navigate? Despite her giving nature Aurora can't help but feel pushed to her breaking point, then guilty for wanting a way out. She should be wanting to help shouldn't she? Instead she finds herself resenting the journey she finds herself on, and fears her life is finally spiraling out of control. And even Millard is at a loss at what to do to help. Soon they both have the same horrible thought: What are the odds they will both survive such dangers twice? Mathematically speaking, not good.

¿quien soy yo? yo solamente soy una chica con un alto coeficiente intelectual, que usa lentes y viste de una manera muy rara, una típica nerd, la cual esta extremadamente obsecionada con un chico llamado Scott Evans, pero este chico por mas triste que parezca me cree invisible. ¿que hago yo? solo le escribo notas, por mas que yo le parezca invisible, el no lo es para mi. expreso todo lo que siento por el a través de notas que escribo en una libreta de hello kitty. ¿que pasara? me descubrirán, ¿quien? pues su mejor amigo, ¿quien es el?, pues Matt Wood un chico muy amable ,tierno y hablador. ¿de quien me enamorare? ¿Matt o Scoot?, Enredado cierto. bueno yo soy Matilda Stuart y esta es mi historia.

Shy quiet girl, Lina, is practically invisible to all her classmates. NOBODY notices her. So imagine her surprise, when she gets pushed in the hall, and non other than Aaron (the most popular guy in school) helps her up. Soon Aaron takes it upon himself to teach her to stand up for herself and be confident. Maybe love? or will Lina be a lost cause? *Heyy u should read this book! I promise it will be worth your time!!!! Soooo what r u waiting for?? Click read!!!!* Cover made by foreversmile13!

In the heart of a sprawling metropolis, Arnold White is a phantom in a chauffeur uniform. To the elite, he is a silent servant, a nothingness behind the wheel. In reality, he is the unseen architect of a vast criminal intelligence network. Arnold has weaponized the service industry, turning waiters, valets, and hotel staff into a web of informants who collect the darkest secrets of the powerful. By strategically leaking or withholding this data, he maintains a delicate balance in the city underworld, acting as a shadowy puppeteer who pulls the strings of CEOs and crime bosses alike. ​Everything shifts when he becomes the primary driver for Fritzie Connor. She is a tenacious investigative journalist driven by an unshakeable need to uncover the truth. As she sniffs around the very criminal underbelly Arnold controls, a dangerous electricity crackles between them. What begins as a clash between a journalist pursuit of exposure and a spymaster need for secrecy morphs into a perilous attraction. ​The irony is poetic and terrifying. Arnold must use his vast resources to protect the woman who is systematically hunting him. He orchestrates mechanical failures to keep her from traps and uses his car as a weapon to intercept her enemies, all while maintaining his mask of professional incompetence. If Fritzie ever stumbles upon the unvarnished truth about the man opening her car door, it would not just destroy Arnold empire. It would irrevocably destroy the man himself. In this symphony of secrets, the conductor is leading the person who is destined to end his performance.

Una chica. Un chico. ELLA enamorada de el y EL siquiera le da la hora... Una historia con la que algunos se identificaran...

She ran at 12. She ran from the life that hung over her. Her life in ruins. All she was trying, was to be a normal girl. But with powers like hers, She finds it difficult to even pretend. Ollie Jackson. The class freak. She lives in the forest in a shack of emptieness, With a fairy. All she wants is for someone to care for her, but won't let anyone near her. She flinches from anyones touch, tries to shrink into the scenery at school. All because of what was bestowed in her, the day she ran away.

**"A story of an only child who wasn't really alone...🫶✨ yet never truly felt loved. Written by my best friend-📚💕 shared here to be felt."**🙂🌙

Mason is not imaginary.  He's not a ghost, either.  And he's most definitely not a hallucination.  Mason is an Aerling, and the Sentinels' number one target.  Separated to keep each other safe and alive until Mason's eighteenth birthday when Olivia is expected to guide him back to the world of the Aerlings, neither one was prepared to be stripped of their best friend, of the person they love most. The pain being away from each other causes is the least of their worries, though, as the Sentinels intensify their search for Mason and bring the threat of danger to a whole new level.

Isha Khanna, am married to Aryan Khanna (I have always loved him, but does he?) I watch him from the kitchen doorway, and it's like watching a movie I wasn't invited to star in. Aryan is sitting on the rug, his expensive white shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing those forearms that still make my breath hitch. Moksh-our eleven-month-old ball of rolls and chaos-is perched on his lap, happily trying to chew on Aryan's silver watch. "Careful, champion," Aryan murmurs, his voice dripping with a warmth he never wastes on me. He tickles Moksh's chunky thighs, making the baby let out a wheezing, toothless giggle that fills the room. Then, the doorbell rings. It's the neighbor, Neha. In a split second, the "Doting Dad" shifts. Aryan looks up, flashes that devastating, dimpled smirk that has probably been illegal in three states, and throws out a witty comment about Neha's new haircut. He's charming. He's effortless. He's the man I've loved since I was two years old. Then his eyes land on me, and the light snuffs out. "Isha, Moksh needs a diaper change. And can you move your laptop? It's cluttering the coffee table." No joke. No smirk. Not even a "How was your day?" To him, I'm just the woman who brought his favorite person into the world. I'm the "annoying" girl from his childhood who managed to trap him into a marriage and a mortgage. He loves the son we made. He just wishes someone else had been the one to make him.

I mostly come here when I'm lost.

He sinks his teeth into her neck, drawing her blood. Ah, that felt good to have food again. After 432 years of being trapped, he was finally free. And he was hungry.