Stopgenderroles Stories

Infinity of Love. Not as deep as the ocean but as deep as a knife could pierce through your heart. * A Wattpad romance competition hosted by @Romance for the #loveshot

"c-can i buy you a drink?" "no, but you can buy me a triple cheese burger." - where an anxiety-suffering, shy boy meets a confident party chick.

The palace was a place of her dreams, but not because of the Emperor and promises of power. But her dream of becoming a songwriter that she nurtured from young, her father used it to teach her music. But as she is accepted, she becomes deeply embroiled in the turmoils of the inner court and the imperial court. Even if she wasn't a concubine or a part of the inner palace, but she finds herself deep in them. From the moment of her entry, she was meant to make a choice between who to support. Even if she herself does not want it. All of it was too much for her to bear, and she needs to come to a decision. Continue staying here and pursuing her dreams in this court of danger, or choose to leave and give up all hope of seeing it complete. Highest rank: #90 of historical fiction Note: this is set during the tang dynasty and I have no intention of basing it on any actual history. Also, this is a original work, not a translation of any work.

❝-paint me like one of your french girls.❞ - where a bored college student interrupts an art class for the fun of it. [ @2seoks story idea ]

"Farzaneh..." I pull her to me, flinching when my sleeve rolls back, her eyes drawn to the markings. On my bare skin's a map revealing a different tattoo, one for every person I killed. I hate looking at the running tally of tattoos on my body. It reminds me of how many I've murdered. Reminds me I'm a human with a death goddess. My hakama, the color blue, blends into the folds of the red cloak around her, the effect like fire and ice. I bat my lashes, flex my muscles, all wiry from climbing the rigging when I get bored. "I'm just a boy." The look on her face is cruel. It reminds me why those chains are on her wrists. We're both cursed. Dark fantasy PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN with an LGBT+-ensemble *** Trans Captain Lucky Dice's enemies know him as a gambler, playing a game with a cursed set of dice that kills the losers instantly. The only person unaffected is Lucky, who's said to have sold his soul to the Rahasian goddess of death to get the dice to kill everyone but himself. But now, on his eighteenth birthday, the goddess of death calls on him to return the favor. The Divine princess, Kaliya, is trapped in the body of an all-devouring serpent, cursed by the Witch Goddess, the Matriarch of Truth, to weaken and murder her own godly parents. The gods are dying. And the world is truly ending if a pirate, a cursed witch, a vengeful warrior, and a con artist have to save it. (UPDATES DAILY) COPYRIGHT 2018 BY SOPHIA WHITTEMORE. All Rights Reserved. HIGHEST RANKING: #245 in Fantasy on April 21, 2018. #31 Mythology on May 27, 2018. #59 Gender Fluid Sub-Category on May 8, 2018. #22 in Journey on May 27, 2018. *** COVER CREDIT: PrinceOfRedroses and Rinmaru (further details inside)

A collection of short stories, some longer than others but each confined to their own chapters. I'm sure you'll find one that sparks interest.

maybe the ice cream won't be the only thing that's melting this summer.

this is how it starts ✨ "you're a walking cliche, did you know that?" "oh yeah, well you're...asian." "what?" "you know!" ✨ extended summary inside

hate is such a weak word. i abhor him. - where an optimistic fluff ball accidentally snapchats a pessimistic bar tender.

In which a wolf learns why she was always unable to imprint until she meets Edward Cullen's last and more charming sister. [ eclipse - breaking dawn ] EXCHANGE - [ © 2017 | leia universe ]

Everybody has a quote that can describe a situation in their life. Rankings: > #68 in poetry

❝ 6 inch heels- she walked into the club like nobody's business. she murdered everybody and i was her witness ❞ inspired by beyoncé's "6 inch" [ undercase intended ]

Nicholas McCoy hates many things: coffee, tire marks, screaming, pears - the list went on. Except he was confused - whilst he hated some of these things and felt like punching them, he also felt like hugging them. Something's he felt like he wanted to rip the throat out off but then kiss them all over. But Nicholas hates being confused. [gonna update this shitty blurb, sorry humans]

"Don't fall for someone who deals in the dead..." When they aren't in their garden, Stace runs a boxing gym in Axidental College in NYC. They have a pet bee. A tattoo of vines snaking up their arms. And they always wanted to be Poison Ivy growing up. Stace's life is otherwise normal, pursuing botany and boxing (the two Bs), but the third B is for boring. Uneventful. And that's just how they like it. Enter Jason Sweeney, a new boxing student with a heavy weight on his shoulders. He works tirelessly to avoid questions about his past. His prosthetic arm goes invisible in certain lighting. And at night, his eyes seem to glow. Jason Sweeney, Stace learns, can commune with the dead. Trouble is, is Stace ready to enter the Underworld? And will they fall for those secretive, glowing eyes? ** COPYRIGHT 2022 BY SW Fae. All Rights Reserved.

"Do you take the dare?" A series of (short) interactions between personified genres. It's not as geeky as it sounds. "Yes." __________________________ Spinoff to "Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover!" Absolutely random, read at your own risk. Certain characters have bad habits of heavy cussing. Don't look at me-it's all them. Short chapters, random scenarios, all par for the course. #BreakStereotypes #DiverseLit #HelpFightCliches #JustBeYourself #lgbt #ProjectBeYOUtiful #SeizeTheLove #stoplabeling #StopDefiningMe #StopGenderRoles #talkthepoc #weareteenqueens ©2016, NevermoreNeverHere (Cover made by me. Pic not mine. Font is Sex Pistols, a dripping marker, and Hanging Letters.)

Coffee, secrets, and an unspoken connection. That was the extent of Ariel and Callum's relationship. Yet the world seemingly shattered before the two strangers' eyes from one undisclosed detail. Ariel's burning hatred for Christmas. As Ariel and Callum delve beyond her hatred to find what it's really aimed at, there's only one question on Callum's mind: can he save her from destroying herself, or is she willing to keep her bottled emotions intact and risk losing him forever?

❝Don't steal my money, steal my heart.❞ ++++ Remi Greggs isn't rich. Ever since her mother left, she and her dad (okay fine, maybe not her dad) have made the best of her life, even if they do have take-out most of the week, and a lot of stolen wallets. Her pick-pocketing skills get her a meal everyday, but choosing the wrong person to steal from just might land her in the biggest dilemma of her life. All Rights Reserved © 2016 grammatically

TBPA summer edition gold medalist 2016. Alistair Flynn is a walking anxiety attack/accident waiting to happen. Ridden by nightmares and peer pressure of being the jock of the block, his life takes a confusing turn when a hazel-eyed boy invites himself in with no invitation. Having his nails manicured and dancing to Troye Sivan isn't the only thing confusing him anymore. The boy is the only one able to tame the beast inside Alistair's head.

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