Swearfreely Stories

"But, I don't want to make them pay." "What?" "I don't wanna hurt them, or make them pay for what they've done to me, I just don't." "Hold on a second, you're telling me, that you don't want revenge on the people that have made your life a living hell since junior school?!" "Yes." "Why the fuck not?!" she growled. "Well, because, I believe in Karma." "What?" she paused, a small smile forming on her pretty face. "I believe that karma will deal with them, someday. Maybe not now, but one day, and if I'm lucky, I can watch it happen." "Oh, sweetheart," she purred, "That day, is sooner than you think, and birds what? You're gonna have a front row seat to the show." *** Highest rank: #4th in humor (on: 21.05.17) Winner of the emerald awards! (#1st in humor) Karma wears Stilettos, 2015 © All Rights Reserved.

Leigh Harvelle had her summer all planned out; a humanitarian trip to Africa with her best friends and maybe a safari trip during their free time. That was until her father, the legendary rock star Jett Harvelle, asked her to come with him on his band's nationwide tour. Leigh then found herself giving up her dream summer just to be with him. Everything seemed to go according to plan until she got distracted by a Voigtländer lens across the street and an enigmatic-beanie-wearing-moron who doesn't seem to have a name.

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"Miss Believer is what they call me, if only they respected my truth." Since I was a young girl, I knew I was a boy. But no one respects me enough to care, no one even respects me to tell me my full name. But don't worry, I know to an extent I am loved. For no one is as well known in this place as Miss Believer.

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Highest rank: #32 in Humor (25/12/16) "Are you crazy Horan?!" I questioned. "Yup , crazy about you.." He said cheesily and winked at me. "stop acting like this ,it's creeping me out !"I said but yet felt my cheeks heating up by his previous comment. I try to make a distance between us but my back hits the wall.Great,now I'm trapped. His hands at either sides of my head , I freeze and my heart keeps thudding inside my chest ,so loudly I bet he could hear it . What do I do? "Emm.." He whispers in my ear sexily. My breath pacing rapidly... Just then his intense face slowly turns into a smirk ... his usual annoying smirk Wait what?! What the hell is he thinking ?? I knitt my eyebrows in confusion,of his sudden change in expression . "Your hair look like cotton candy dipped in chocolate ."He says completely amused .And leans back clutching his tummy and laughing . "You jerk?!"I yell. "Your face....Oh god.... it .....it was priceless!!" He says between fits of laughter. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Emma Grace Parker is a 19 Year old , average teenage girl.She lives a normal life until her high school graduation. Then What happens after high school? Music is her soulmate ,and she wants to become something in the field of music itself. The only thing special here is that she is the niece of Paul. Well yeah ,Paul the band manger of One Direction , the most freakishly famous boy band on earth . She goes for an internship to London , an internship to work with One Direction. She knows the boys well,(obviously), the boys know her too, she is like a sister to them . But not all of them are on good terms with her . What happens when 2 almost enemies , come close ? Will situations between Emma and Niall change the relations between them? Copyright © 2015

Revenge of the Sluts is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. Eden Jeong, a high school journalist, is assigned the story of a lifetime after an email containing nude photographs of female students is sent to her entire school. ***** No one ever said high school was easy, and that couldn't be more true for journalist Eden Jeong. Upon the release of a mass email containing elicit photos of the female students of St. Joseph's High School, Eden must track down the email's mysterious origin. However, the task proves more difficult than expected as she's forced to navigate the dueling forces of the school administration, as well as the school's new vigilante group: The Slut Squad. Watty Award Winner 2018 | Wattpad Featured Story

[BEING REVISED: SLOW UPDATES] Violet Mayre is about as far from normal as you can get and still be a human, seventeen-year-old girl. She hates romance, she hates sappiness, she hates horses and chocolate and glitter, and almost everything else. Actually, she hates almost everyone else, too. For the most part during the summer, she sits and does nothing but listen to obscure folk bands and read books written by people no one knows about. After all--she hates sunburns and swimsuits. She hates going to the mall. Those things are for normal people. So when her older sister enlists a boy to befriend Violet in a last-ditch attempt to get her out of the house, all hell breaks loose. Suddenly, there is a normal boy trying to get her to leave her room and do normal things, and it's all due to a traitorous decision made by her older sister! Will Violet succeed in chasing this boy away? Or will he succeed in getting her out of her shell? • | EXCERPT | • "I didn't know you could be civil. Here's a reward for your good behavior." And I kid you not, he pulled out his wallet and gave me a gold star. "Congrats," he said, grinning teasingly. "You cheeky bast--" "--there are children present." I could have died of spontaneous combustion, so great was the pressure that built up behind my lips. I wanted to say several things, but he wouldn't let me get away with it. "Here's your tea, miss. And yours." The waitress was back, putting our drinks down. I noticed immediately that Jasper had tea just as I did. "Thanks," I said. "Do you two know what you want?" "I'll take the harvest time meat platter. Wren?" I pretended to study the menu. "Something sweet," I said at last. "To contrast all of the salt in this goat's system." [Disclaimer: Not a bad boy story AT ALL.] Gorgeous cover by @candeliers :D

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Dear Dumbass, You, my friend, are in a coma. And because of this, I forced myself to live in a world where you I don't see you crashing into dog shit. So I read this out loud to hope you'll wake up, and call you Dumbass one more time. Sincerely, Axle (Based On True Events) ------------ Mentor: @LiteraryAesthetics Check out Ash's stories and rants for more details! Book Cover By: @leaving_forever DID ANY AMAZING JOB!

Pancakes. Every morning for the past two years community college dropout Almond O'Doyle has sat down to a heaping plate of pancakes. Drowned, drenched, absolutely submerged in maple syrup. Blueberry Mondays, Berry-Topped Tuesdays, Rum-Raisin Wednesdays, The blank breakfast canvas for kitchen-less undergrads who happen to live within walking distance of Joyce's Breakfast & Brunch. And every morning, for the past two weeks loveless-Louis-Kaede has sat three booths down from her, sipping steaming cups of coffee and watching as she guzzles down flapjacks by the dozen. He wasn't some stalker, the highlight of his morning watching a girl stuff her face full of syrupy delicacies, but there was something about the girl who made two-story homes out of waffles that intrigued him. At a loss for what Lou's first move should be he decided to write a note, finding an even balance between creep and lost puppy. Of course, he never expected her to write back. And so, on one particular Triple-Chocolate Thursday what else does he see sticking out from her W-Eiffel Tower but a syrup-coated piece of paper addressed to the Pancake Pedophile. Highest Rank In Short Story #102 - 03/28/17 New covers thanks to the totally awesome @indecsion9