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"you think hurting me will lessen your pain, but let me tell you will also burn in this flames of revenge..." I said with out most calmness looking into his hazel pairs that hunts me the secend it falls into mine. His grip only tighten more around my throat cutting my air supply nearly making me wiggle out his grip but fail badly he is tightening the grip every sec... He said nothing like always. Making me frustrate. But after a movement of silence he whispers coming dangerous closer... "Revenge is an excuse to prey on others for fun..." Brushing his lips with mine very lightly it sends shiver down my spine... " But I'm not a toy thing, bastard!!.." I hissed as his other hand moved to my left breast squeezing it tightly. Tears brim in back of my eyes but I didn't let them fall... He shouldn't see me weak infront of him or... beneath him... He squeezed more this time making me close my eyes taking deep breath to restrain myself from moaning... "You are nothing but just a spoil brat who only know how to use his power in wrong wa- aghh..." His smirk stretched more as his chuckled. "Spoiled, huh?!" With that he slammed his lips with mine desparately. I wish I could have run away that day... ⚠️triggered warning⚠️adults content 🔞 matured ahead (21+) violence, blood, sexual assault... traumatic experience(Maybe) So.. if you're under age respectfully leave...🙂🔪

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっWords from a lost soul, a shattered heart, and a wandering mind ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっWhen late night thoughts start to creep in, it's a remedy writing 'em

(original artwork) A Letter to the Reader If you are reading this, it means you've finished my story-at least the part of it that happened in those lockers and under those buzzing lights. For a long time, I thought that my worth was tied to my secrets. I thought that as long as no one knew where I came from, or how many times I'd had to start over, I could be whoever I wanted. I treated my life like a draft I was too afraid to publish, constantly editing, constantly erasing, constantly hiding. But secrets are funny things. They don't just protect you; they isolate you. They build a wall that keeps the world out, but they also keep you trapped inside. When my notebook was stolen, I thought my world had ended. I thought that by seeing my raw, unedited thoughts, the people around me had gained power over me. I was wrong. The moment they read my words, the wall I'd built didn't just crumble-it vanished. And in the middle of that wreckage, I found something I didn't expect: myself. I learned that you can't be truly known if you're always hiding. I learned that survival isn't something to be ashamed of; it's a badge of honor. And most importantly, I learned that while people can steal your words, they can never steal your voice. So, to anyone who feels like a ghost in their own life, or anyone who is afraid that their "notebook" will one day be found-don't wait for someone else to open the pages. Own your story. Write it in ink that doesn't fade. Speak it in a voice that doesn't shake. They might see your past, and they might even try to rewrite it. But remember: the pen is still in your hand. And the next chapter? That belongs entirely to you. With love and a heart that finally stopped running, The Girl Who Stayed. This concludes the story! It has been an incredible journey taking your words and turning them into this narrative.

based on real events.

Xon, a young teen seemingly born into poverty, is forced to fight everyday to survive, to live a life of struggles and violence if he wants to discover the reason for his birth. One day, unexpectedly, he runs into the person who will kickstart his journey of discovery.

Not a story,but a poem Just to express my thoughts Plz don't plagiarise

Check out some helpful insights, writing peeves, book recommendations and more! Take everything I say with a grain of salt for most of the stuff here are based on personal preferences. I'd be glad if this somehow helped other authors as well. Also, don't just rely on this book alone for there are plenty of other sources you can learn from. Translation on Cover: From the author of "A Quirky Writer's Odyssey"

warning!: This is an actual diary about my daily thoughts. this can be abit insensitive at time so please scroll pas this if you are not comfortable with diaries and such

Life has its own plan for every one. A young beautiful lady and her dark past turns into bright one day. This story is purely written by me..All rights are reserved by kanaklaks

Sent away by parents who preferred their boardrooms to their son, Liam thought an all-boys boarding school would be a lonely exile. He was wrong. Now, he's navigating a high-stakes love triangle he never saw coming.

. ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ "The cold arrives suddenly and departs without memory. But it was not until you let go of my hand. that I understood its meaning." 𓆩♡𓆪───────────────𓆩☆𓆪

Zera's life has always been a balancing act between the field and her feelings. As a passionate softball player striving to reach Palarong Pambansa, she finds her escape in training, her chaos in friendships, and her comfort in a mysterious online friend named "Dun." But when life throws curveballs off the field-like her estranged mom suddenly reentering her life with a new family, and a twist that Dun isn't actually who she thought he was-Zera is forced to face the things she's been trying to outrun: abandonment, jealousy, trust, and love. Juggling school, intense training, and the confusing feelings that come with unexpected people like Mirko, her charming temporary assistant coach, and Zeke, a cold but familiar boy from her past, Zera's world spins into something far more complicated than she ever trained for. A coming-of-age story about broken families, slow-burn bonds, and the unspoken strength of girlhood friendships, this is Zera's journey to finding out who she really is-on and off the field.

Poetry or prose? An attempt to describe what I feel and think . ✨Contains verses And lines ✨ Join me on this journey and shower your love by supporting my book. #1 in quotations 13.12.25 1k reads 18.1.26

Once you open your eyes, Everything inspires you. Inspiration is around us, Motivation is around us, Bass chahiye toh woh ek nazar jo uss motivation ko parakh le aur usse kuch seekhkar apni zindagi ko aur khubsurat bana le. Aur uss khubsurati ko apne apno ki zindagi mei bhar de- Stay positive Stay happy Stay blessed Welcoming you all to read this collection of - # motivation 💫 #smile #laughter # inspiration # thoughts # ideas # stories ..many more 😊 ::::::;;;;;;;;;;::::::::::; Spread smile spread love spread positivity:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

"Can I get your number?" "Absolutely not"

English isn't my first language so don't judge

Hello everyone! This is a piece where I will write my poetry. I am a teenager so there will be mistakes , please do tell if you find any flaw , i will try to eradicate it to the best of my ability. I hope to have as much support as possible. It is my dream to become famous. I have recently joined Wattpad, please share my work. I hope to relate with people. I wish you all like it. Love you all. Regards LittleAmuser.

please go to the new book! This is old, and I want something new.

Evelyn Moore has been struggling with unrequited love for nearly two years. Reed Bishop has no idea. When the once-unreachable boy becomes her French partner and an eventful night leads to more than an arranged partnership, he just might find himself feeling the same way that she does. But what happens when you get what you've always wanted, and it doesn't turn out to be as it seems? What happens when something Evelyn considered a fantasy becomes reality, and suddenly she finds herself questioning every little thing? 《SAMPLE》 62 | ROM WATTPAD FEATURED STORY FULL STORY EXCLUSIVELY ON DREAME