Moody Stories

hi loves this is book 3 of the jayfer book and this book will include there wedding and non stop teasing ofc and the biggest thing jay jay expericing pregenecy and ofc kiefer bieng kiefer will spoil her every single moment hope you enjoy the book!

AU He was sitting next to Albus when he first saw her, there in the duelling ring. She'd made it to the final round, taking all her opponents out with such grace, such passion, such ease. The way she moved made it look like an elegant dance as she easily cast her spells wiping them out. He could see the half manic grin on her face and her cackle that filled the air as she was announced champion. "Good isn't she." Albus grins clapping his hands. "And top of her classes too." He adds his eyes sparkling with pride at the girl who he sees as the daughter he never had.

Elara arrives in a quiet coastal town carrying a grief she does not speak about. The town watches closely, remembering houses, names, and histories long after people believe they have moved on. Rowan is the boy everyone avoids but never forgets. Noah is the one who offers warmth without questions. Between whispered observations, half-spoken truths, and a lighthouse that refuses to stop shining, Elara begins to realize that being seen is not the same as being known-and that some stories only reveal themselves when you stop running from them. A slow-burn story about memory, loss, and the quiet choices that change us.

This is a curious case of an unlabeled relationship. Ever tried being in a situation where you two spend hours of time together, but in the end, you are still unsure where you stand? Who you are to each other, let alone know what you two are doing? "Do you love me?" He's now staring straight at me, but his hands are still on his motorcycle's clutch. "I don't want to hurt him, Chris," I answered. "Bullshit! That's not what I'm asking Saree!" He shouted over his loud motorcycle. "I ... I want to do the right thing." "Then answer me, do you love me? Is there a part of you, any part in you which says you feel the same way I do?" Chris asked persistently I don't know how to answer. "Yes or No Saree, will there ever be an us?" He asked while bowing down squeezing his clutch tighter. I know in the deepest recesses of my heart that I have feelings for him. "Yes," I loudly answered, but then I bowed my head looking at my feet. What am I doing?! Another pause. His loud motorcycle's motor died. Next thing I know he is standing close to me, touching my chin and raising my face to his. "You mean that?" he asked "Yes," I answered He then kissed me on the forehead, hugged me tight, and whispered. "Then I'll wait." He then left. Without a second glance. RANKINGS: # 1 Ghosting June 2023 #1 workmate Jan 2023 #24 Newonwattpad Mar 2023

(Previously "The Notes To Nikki") When you've be stabbed in the back by people who you thought loved you, trusting people becomes slightly difficult. Which is why Nikki Maxwell wishes that certain very cute and seemingly friendly boys would leave her alone. Specifically speaking, Brandon Roberts. He seems so sweet, and caring and he has made it extremely clear that he's intrested in her and trusts her. Why her? She's not even in his league. There are tons of better girls out there. Despite this, she can't seem to get herself to try to ward him off, and he definitely won't leave her alone left to his own devices. Internal conflict + teenage girl = one hell of a moody b*tch *under editing*

What We Leave Unsaid - between ice and silence She learned to stay quiet to survive. He learned to stay strong so no one would see him break. Elara didn't come to start over...she came to disappear. A new country, a new school, a life where staying unnoticed feels safer than being seen. Matěj belongs on the ice, where rules are clear and emotions stay controlled. Where pressure turns into discipline and silence feels easier than honesty. Some wounds don't bleed. Some feelings don't have words. Between cold ice and quiet moments, their paths begin to cross. Not loudly. Not all at once. But slowly. Because some silences are louder than words. And some connections grow strongest where nothing is spoken at all. *Slow burn romance about grief, healing and - the things we leave unsaid.*

hi I'm new here so please deal with me. a lot of people told me that I have a talent for poetry and I thought this was the correct place to try it out. So basically this is about poetry concerning most things that happen in life starting from your childhood, teenagehood and adulthood. All these poems come from me some are fiction others not. And don't you dare copy any of these poems even if its for your homework I don't care, go look somewhere else. Hope you enjoy.

Late nights. Quiet rooms. Unspoken boundaries Mira isn't afraid of being alone. She's afraid of being seen. Julian notices anyway

Kushi is a 18 year old girl who is new to town. She moved from Connecticut to live with her sister Pooja and accept into Book university to runaway from her horrible past and her recent breakup. When she thought she won't love again from her last relationship, universe has a different plan for her. She indeed met someone who made her special and at the same time like a trash. When she knows that she had enough, he won't let go of her. His name is Stefan. Everyone loves him for his spontaneous charm and smartness. And of course for his good looks. Will Kushi get past her old love life and once again fall in love with her one true love? Can she handle this new kind of love and hate relationship with him?

Hazel just got accepted to dance academy : a school is for all different dancestyles. She is super excited until she sees that her brothers best friend is in new her class. And to make things worse they eventually are paired up together. But everyday the tension is building up.....

Some feelings don't follow logic - they follow desire. Dream-a-logical lives in that space where emotion takes over.

I write shitty poems as well

Song lyrics I wrote for my band. Would be awesome if ya'll could comment songs that would work well as melody inspo, or simply that you're reminded of.

one of my collections of original poems -- poems about authority figures that i clash with, mainly (yikes) // poetry instagram: @an.artistic.way.to.say

This is collection of the poetry I have written throughout the years. There are ups and downs all throughout. From moody dark corners to loving blue shores and skies. Sometimes life can be as sweet as honey. Wouldn't you agree?

Yep, I said it. PERIODS. They suck, they're annoying, and they're pointless. The struggle is real, people. Here I am to rant, give tips, rant, tell period-related stories, rant, and did I mention rant? Please enjoy and feel free to get the anger out of your system by reading <3

little things i've jotted down here and there to suppress the overwhelming emotions that never seem to disappear

What if you could travel to an alternate dimension, one completely opposite of our own, through mirrors? One rainy night, Reece Turner gets lost on her way home in the woods. She discovers an abandoned amusement park. Eventually, she finds her way back; she tells her friends of her discovery. They all go visit it after school, but something mysterious happens to one of her friends, Alice. Alice finds a funhouse filled with mirrors, and she comes out a little disoriented. They don't pay much attention to her, thinking she was simply spooked. As time goes on, Alice is back to herself, as her friends think, but the real Alice is somewhere else; a place of darkness. What's pretending to be the real her is malicious, and it's conjuring up an evil plan. This plan may rip apart their friends, and the world as they know it.

Some legends are planted to grow stronger than truth itself. Norfolk, 1875. Silverthorn Grange has been Seraphina Silverthorn's home her entire life - its towers a familiar silhouette against the sky, its gardens a place of comfort and discovery. But since her mother's death a year ago, the estate has begun to feel like a stranger to her, holding secrets she never knew existed. While clearing out her mother's locked study, Seraphina stumbles upon a leather journal bound with silverthorn branches - and clues to a myth that has guarded her family's legacy for centuries. The crimson crown, a rare plant said to bloom only where loyalty and land are one, was once sought by kings. Even Henry VIII sent his men to hunt for it, driven by greed and the promise of eternal life. But the plant vanished, hidden by an alliance between the Silverthorn and Blackwood families - an alliance that now rests in Seraphina's hands. Teaming with William Blackwood, heir to the neighboring estate she's known since childhood, Seraphina follows a trail of symbols carved into the Grange's walls, maps tucked behind tapestries, and stories passed down through generations of servants. As they dig deeper into their shared history, they uncover more than just a lost plant: a web of ambition, betrayal, and men from London who will stop at nothing to claim the crimson crown for themselves. From the grand halls of Silverthorn Grange to the shadowed corners of Blackwood Park, Seraphina must decide whether to uphold the legend that has bound her community together for centuries - or expose the truth that her ancestors died to protect. A sweeping historical mystery set against the breathtaking backdrop of Victorian England, where myth and legacy are as powerful as any magic.

Everyone said he never cried. That he had nothing left to feel. But I saw it - just once. A single tear, behind the music room. No words. No witness but me. And I still don't know if that makes me lucky... or guilty. - a short story about silence, memory, and the moment someone breaks