Journal Stories

Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

hello!! no this isn't roleplay. imma just explain everything in the first chapter :) no, i dont have a madoka magica concept, despite the cover.

"I didn't realize you were keeping count." "You make it hard not to." He didn't miss a beat. She finally looked up at him then, for a split second, before turning back to the work at hand. "You make it seem like it bothers you." He took a slow step forward. Then another. The passing wood creaked beneath his polished black shoes- not from weight, but rather, intention. And when he did reach her, the air changed. Thickened. He didn't say a word. Just crouched, until their faces were level. His eyes raked over her- slow, invasive, wicked. He reached out, fingers catching her chin in a motion neither tender nor tedious- just possessive in its certainty. Like she was his to tilt- nothing more than something placed where he wanted it. She didn't flinch, didn't pull away, yet her spine straightened- a quiet rebellion he didn't miss. His thumb skimmed the edge of her jaw, tracing the line of it, the motion maddeningly slow. "You should know by now," he murmured, voice lower than before- rough silk, meant for her alone, "I don't waste my time on things," a pause, "not unless they crawl under my skin." He leaned closer, so close the scent of rain on wool and expensive cologne curled around her. "And you, Adair..." His tone sharpened. One breath more and those lips would certainly brush the shell of her ear. "You don't just crawl... no." A pause- sharp, surgical. "You spread, like a fucking disease." --Gray's Grace is a haunting tale of love caught in the gray - where nothing is certain, and everything is at risk.--

here i give everything i know about AWTOK and hunters, being a mythical, tips for mythicals, and mythical terms ^^ if you come back to this and see that some chapters are different, dont be alarmed, the old version probably had misinformation,so i edited it

A random writing collection with no plot and no motive.

a journal. might include blasphemy and sensitive topics (???)

Hiiii, you can call me Nagisa!!! (*^￢^*) I previously worked on becoming a kitsune using subliminals, but now I've decided to choose a new path and become an elf!

When you are another's first in everything... Willow 'Lowy' Spencer writes unsent letters in response to Matthew 'Matt' Carter's diary entries she discovered. Together, this coming-of-age novella tells a best friends to lovers story set in the 90s and it's told in alternating viewpoints through chapters. The book cover may show an idea on how the novella may be told and the tags being put in. This novella is a work of fiction, but some chapters may be distressing to readers. New chapters will be published. Lavender Lenore 🪻

The next installment in this journal-type, what-ever-pops-into-my-head journey through faith. If I had to name this one, I would be tempted to call it "A New Beginning." Disclaimer: This is just me blundering on and discovering faith one day at a time. This is not a guide. At best, it could be called a testimonial. The format of it varies.

✧✩"i never wanna leave the secret life of me" ✩✧ in which i post updates about books and personal life!

Content Warning: This story contains themes of anxiety, panic, and body image struggles. It focuses on recovery and healing. To heal: to recover, grow, or feel better after pain-though it won't be without struggle

Writings sitting in my drafts.

In a beach side town in japan called shimoda, where the ocean listens, Aoi Mizuno's journal has the power to make her words real. When she writes about love, the ocean answers, but at a cost she never expected.

Set in an alternate history for America in the state of New Monshire, it is January 1st, 2004, Jack Wilkes lives a solitary comfortable life. However, things come to a screeching halt when his house is swallowed by a sinkhole and destroyed in the midst of a mysterious apocalyptic event that sees portals opening, aliens coming through, terrorists attacking, and reality bending in ways it shouldn't. Jack's home state has now become an exclusion zone run by a benevolent but insane mastercomputer. Now Jack must protect and survive by making weapons, establishing a new home, and settling into a comfortable (at least as much as it can be) new normal - all while trying to find a way out. Jack is going to soon uncover a conspiracy that keeps even the government couldn't have known or guessed was happening under everyone's noses.

Sup! This is for really no one but me; however, if you think it's fun or inspiring to watch someone slowly accomplish a goal they've been trying to complete for over a decade then feel free to join me. Comment, don't comment. Like, don't like. I'll still be here slowly trucking along. Do I know what I'll write in here? No clue. But it's more of self accountability than anything else. Badger me, don't badger me. Though the comments every few years on my various different fics do seem to do the 'Oh, I should really update that' trick so if you think that'll help, feel free. [Weekly Updates]

Another travel journal by the author of Shinya's Traveling Photo Studio. Are you curious about what an ordinary Japanese person thinks about and experiences in everyday life? To me, writing a novel is like traveling through the outside world, while writing a journal is like taking a journey deep into myself. I'm still learning how to express myself in English, but I try to be as honest and real as I can. Updates may be irregular, but I hope you'll stop by and read when you have time. Note: A Japanese translation is included at the end of each entry.

on lust, womanhood, and obsession

Asher was five years old when his world shattered-and the only one who held it together was a man he was never supposed to love. Raised in near isolation by a charismatic, enigmatic father figure named Lucien, Asher grows up believing Lucien saved him. But Lucien isn't his real father. He's a man with secrets, a man who raised Asher with unconditional control rather than unconditional love. Now seventeen, Asher can't tell where admiration ends and obsession begins. His trauma, once buried, begins to surface-manifesting as nightmares, hallucinations, and increasingly erratic behavior. He sees Lucien not just as a protector, but as the only person who matters. The only person who's real. As Lucien begins to drift away-distracted by a new relationship, or perhaps burdened by guilt-Asher unravels. His devotion sharpens into something possessive. Violent. And as the line between protector and predator blurs, both Asher and Lucien must confront a terrifying truth: What happens when love becomes a cage-and obsession becomes the key?

This is book 2 of the series. All I have to say is you might be disappointed, you may be not. You'll just have to open and see!

Can you hear them? Echoes of me.... These are poems that I wrote during the most miserable and vulnerable times of my life. Even some journal pieces. Pieces of me compiled together into a beautiful memory. True Echoes of me and my heart.