histórias de Unpublished

Paranoid Schizophrenia: a subtype of Schizophrenia in which the patient has delusions that a person or some individuals are plotting against them or members of their family. [OOF THAT 2015 CREEPYPASTA CRINGE]

My book library - love Brynny

Cassidy Lawrence is a complete package of beauty, talent, and brains. There is one thing about her though that boosts her fame a thousand fold in the university. While boys line up to be at her beck and call romantically, for the record, she never got herself any boyfriend or even tried flings. No one - not any kind of effort, nor any type of attitude has piqued Cassidy's romantic side. Well, at least that's what every student in the university thinks. A/N: The headers each chapter aims to help you visualize the setting/location of the scenes 😊 Also, this is my first story here. I would be really glad to hear feedback, so please let me know your thoughts! 🤭

A bunch of little things that I write as I observe my surroundings. With my ears. With my eyes. As well as random ideas that sprout into my head. For future stories, perhaps. Cover creds: original picture - pixiv editing - @HirondelleMeirie (Thank you so much!)

The title says it all!! Here is the list of the stories i'll publish on God knows when! Hope you'll look forward and support it, minna!! And just to inform you, it will all be NaLu. Maybe some minor GruVia, JerZa and Gale... Warning: Prepare to be teased and spoiled! I'm evil, i know!! Love lots, ☆JeRein_14

The phone rang and immediately my stomach dropped to the floor. I knew something was wrong. You know that feeling when you're on a rollercoaster as you feel weightless and your guts churn as you revel in the pause that comes before the sharp plunge? That's what it felt like as I listened to the tune play on. There was something in the ring tone that sounded ominous to my ears only. Mia looked at the random number light up on my phone and gave me a puzzled look as I finally started reaching for it. It felt as if there was a string attached to my phone, pulling it back to the floor as I fought hard to bring it to my ear. (Beginning text of the story, read to find out more.)

I'm not good at titles. Just have these.. One shots? I suppose? It's not worth reading, but if you like it, I'll update every month or so. Depending on how inspired I am..

me, me, and only me

⚠️ None of this work is mine. All credit goes to my aunt, who wrote this wonderful story when she couldn't sleep at night. I am currently having writer's block myself so she sent me one of her old stories and printed it out in hopes of inspiring me to pursue writing my own story. . . . 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

These are cover/ prologues ect. To books i might write someday. You can vote on which one I should do and the one those that get a lot of votes, I'll write. ~fairyligion

CATALOGUE a complete list of items, typically one in alphabetical or other systemic order in which i provide a complete list of my works.

Sequel to Love Comes in Yellow Birds (preview only)

a collection of my unpublished/drafted books and some edits. ( contains various ships )

Phantom of the opera fanfic

Ever Person Has A Story Which Is Unpublished Which Is Not Know To Anyone.... #First_attempt Hope you All Will Love It

Notes that I have during my writing. Notes for each story will be revealed once the book is marked completed. #5 in storynotes

Here i'll explain why my books are now unpublished. Its important so please read if you even like my wattpad fanfics. If you don't you'll never know what happened and you better not complain about what happened cuz it's up to you if you wanna read or not.

"There is a beauty in anonymity, monsieur. Just as you, I am infamous, yet entirely unknown. Take away my masks and who am I? I could be the wealthy eccentric person society believes me to be. I could be ugly. I could be beautiful. I could be old or young. I could be the average woman that you walk by on the street every day, or I could be the poor girl luring lecherous men into dark alleyways simply to earn a meal. With the masks I am someone-a set figure in everyone's minds. Take away my masks and I am no one, yet I am everyone. Take away your mask and who are you?" "I . . . I am a monster." "No, monsieur. You are whomever you wish to be."