Found Stories

Alice is a 14 year old, but her mind is a lot more mature than any other 14 year old. Surviving leukemia, losing her mother at a young age, having an abusive step-dad. But what if one day everything changes. One day after her step-dad died. She hears she has brothers. 8 of them. Both sides are keeping secret from each other. What is Alice going to find? How will her brothers react to her past? Come find out in my first book.

"Veer" "Hmm?" "Will you... forget me once you become a big businessman?" Yashveer stopped in his tracks. He turned to her, cupping her small face gently in his hands. His eyes, usually so cold and stern, softened with deep affection. "I would love to die before erasing you from my memory, Shona." He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. . . . As he took a step forward, Ishika grabbed his right arm, stopping him. she stands in front of him. "Am I not looking beautiful hubby, that you are not even looking at me" Ishika said, while running her fingertip on his left cheek. Thats it. Yashveer yanked her hand and grabbed her neck, pinning her against wall. His grip on her neck was mercilessly tight that make her choke, her face turn red as gasp for air. " Save your tricks. I feel nothing but disgust looking at you." . . . . It's my first book. and english is not my first language so if there's any grammatical mistakes please ignore it. This whole story is my own imagination so don't say I have copied it. Some of the prompt I've asked from chatGPT . . . -IMPORTANT - in this book there will violence and tragic scene and the ml is violent and kinda psyco type you can also say his is blood thirsty mafia when it's come to baby wife...there will be some past trauma and if you guys are thinking there will be any bonding between ml and his family in last....so let me tell you NO there would not.... there will be some dialog in Hindi words with no translation -Tropes... Mafia king × innocent girl protective ml × clumsy fl age gap height difference clam × chaotic touch her and die❎ you won't even have eyes to look at her✅ soft romance bloodshed

Where a soft spoken and giggling mess of a vampire meets the gruff police officer.

When conditioning turns ugly. Oliver's a Neutral. He'd known that since he was born, since his parents took every single hobby away from him, since he'd been relegated to his room for studying and nothing else. Turns out, that level of isolation causes a lot more problems than you'd expect. Eventually, Oliver, or at least those around him, realizes that while he might not have the Neutral Classification, he's the most Neutral person you'd ever find. And not in a good way. THIS STORY IS NOT BXB

𝗧𝗶𝗺 𝗕𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗔𝗣𝗗 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻- 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 "𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗲𝘀." 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗘𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝘁𝘁. 𝗔 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽-𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗲𝗱, 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆. 𝗧𝗶𝗺 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘀𝘁... 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗿𝘂𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆- 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝘁.

Dragon of the Apocalypse, The Black Dragon, The Dragon King, The Beast from the Book of the Apocalypse, The Dragon of Magic, The Strongest. Acnologia has held many titles, donned endless aliases, and earned every crown. It has always been this way; he, the end-all-be-all, and the world, his nemesis. When he dies, it feels like a release - an end of eras... it feels like he can rest. But with power comes consequences and in the Space between Time comes Anna Heartfilia. With nothing more than a few words and a fall, Acnologia is thrust backward in time, entrusted with the sacred and ludicrous responsibility to save the world he once terrorized and raise those he once tried to exterminate. But it's been a long time since he's felt this human, and longer still since he's faced the enemy that jeopardizes the new life he builds. This is the story of a man who destroyed one world and built another. This is the story of a family born from scales and scars. This is the story, of the Dragon Father. Warning: Contains foul language, mature themes such as: torture, gore, death, slavery, cults, graphic violence, reference to sex, grief, PTSD, child abuse, and sorts of terrible stuff that the Fairy Tail canon mentions but doesn't dive into (I do. I dive into it.) REWRITE TIME BABYYYYY LET'S GOOOOOO! This is a complete rewrite of the original which you can find here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/169289668-the-dragon-father Once more, I don't own any of the art (if you see yours and don't want it here, let me know I'll take it down. I always try to keep watermarks in the images) I also don't own any of Fairy Tail's characters or its plot. This is a fanfiction produced for fun, not profit. This sucker updates on the 28th of every month

"ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ-ɪᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ." ꜱɪᴇɴɴᴀ ɢʀɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇꜱ-ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʀᴅ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɴᴏᴡ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴏʟᴏꜱꜱᴀʟ. 💌fem!oc x male!oc 💌12/20/25-TBA ⚠️Don't steal, copy, or paste my work on Wattpad or other platforms.

Mira collects small things because small things remember: a bent coin, a torn photograph, an unsent letter folded into the town's margins. When one letter refuses to stay buried, the hush that has protected her riverside town begins to crack. A stranger arrives with a warm smile and guarded eyes, and the river starts returning memories to shore. Quiet choices ripple into loud consequences. If you love slow‑burn romance wrapped in literary mystery and moments that linger, walk the river with Mira.

Sometimes, I wonder what the most important thing in my life is. Is it being with her as much as possible? Because I miss her every time she walks out the door. Is it protecting her-guarding her with my life? Because I would die for her if I had to. Is it comforting her through her bad days, letting her know that no matter what happens, she will always have me? What is the most important thing in my life? It's her. It's my Riley. I don't think anyone could ever love her the way I do. My name is Brody. And I'm her dog. --- © All rights reserved 2026

a king falls deathly ill and he calls on a witch and her young apprentice in hopes that they would have the means necessary to cure him, when they arrive to his aid something is amiss and the ingredients that are needed to help cure his illness are not easy to obtain. so now Alura must scale mountains and use the help of those around her in order to gain that which she needs. But what happens when this trail leads her into unfortunate circumstances?

Two women. One kid. A life they built together before either of them had the nerve to call it love. When Sirin is left pregnant and abandoned the night before her wedding, her best friend Nara does the one thing no one asked her to do. She gives up a once-in-a-lifetime scholarship abroad and stays. No explanation. No confession. Just presence, the only way she knows how to love. For eight years, they build a life together. Warm meals. Shared routines. A daughter who sees far more than she should. It isn't the life either of them planned. But it's the one that feels most like home. Then something shifts. As Sirin begins to explore a part of herself she never had space to examine, years of silence start pushing toward the surface. Both of them are afraid. Both of them are running out of room. Some feelings don't disappear just because you never name them. They just wait. GL romance · Slow burn · Found family · Two timelines

Julian Harrison killed his parents. At least, this is what he believes. Orphaned at eight years old by a freak accident, Julian grew up in the foster care system, bouncing from group homes to traditional foster homes and back again, before he aged out. Now, he lives in a dingy basement apartment while working for one of the most prolific finance firms in New York City while still struggling to make ends meet. His landlady and his direct manager are the only "family" he has, and the feeling is largely one-sided... or so he thinks.

What happens when blind devotion is changed into something so powerful that it start to feel suffocating and what happens when it turns back into something pure enough to never be questioned again. This is the story of how a girl discovers devotion. Not through stories or words of people but through questions. Questions that is asked will stir thing one may not be ready for. So join Aasha in her journey to discover weather god or bhagwan as one may say it exists or not . Will she find the truth and start to believe or will the world silence her the way it did to many other girls. Just a warning ⚠️ I am a controversial person I mean no harm to anyone or any religion or anything in general I just thought of something and pen it down. The story will contain some hindi words but they will be translated. This is my first time uploading anything and I generally do short poems and songs but this is an idea I had so I tried it.

In the ancient Chinese concept, cicadas were somewhat similar to the Egyptian scarab beetles, as they emerged from the soil with high pitched sounds, carrying even greater hope of survival.

Two boys entered the trainee world chasing the same dream - to stand under the spotlight one day. What they never expected was to find comfort in each other before fame, success, and the industry changed everything. From exhausting practice rooms and silent midnight conversations to world tours, heartbreak, and impossible choices, this story follows the journey of seven boys growing up under pressure while slowly learning what love, ambition, and loss truly mean. Sometimes dreams bring people together. Sometimes they pull them apart. And sometimes the hardest part of loving someone is knowing you still have to let them go.

Yulia White is no stranger to being lonely. Never been able to make any friends despite her sunshine personality. She is moving to a new school after some... things happened in her last. Yulia doesn't expect to make any friends let alone bump into a giant on her first day. What happens when she keeps on bumping in to him? What happens when she accidentally blurts out secrets to him when trying to break awkward silences? August West has spent his whole life in the same town. The same people, stores, schools, and gossip. He's well known in his school. He's always been. But he didn't ask to be. The gossip, the pushovers, it's all too much for him. He always felt like something was missing. Like the final piece of a puzzle in which you can't seem to find. But will that all change after the new girl in school keeps on appearing? What happens when all he can think about is her?

Every decade, Skyhaven sends its chosen into the world. Not all of them return. When Candance is selected for this traditional pilgrimage, she expects danger. What she doesn't expect is the weight of being seen and sent toward something no one fully understands. Her path leads her and her companions to a cursed land where the truth has long since been buried beneath ash, memory, and song. A lone survivor. A forgotten warning. And a melody that should never have been heard. As the group unravels what really happened, the story they were told begins to fall apart. The curse isn't what it seems. And something is still waiting to be heard.

Plot idea by @praneeha She buried her heart beside him. Hayley Marshall and Kaivor Brennan were never meant to be a tragedy. They were the quiet kind of love the one that doesn't scream, just stays. Gentle hands. Soft mornings. A future carved in slow, steady breaths. Then the accident turned forever into goodbye. But fate, cruel and kind in the same breath, gave her a door. A path to another universe. Another Kaivor. Same face. Same soul. Alive. She stepped through expecting to find home. Instead, she found Klaus Mikaelson. Same face. Same hands. Same voice that whispers her name like a prayer. But his touch is a cage, not a cradle. His love is a storm, not a shelter. He has seen her in visions for a thousand years - long before she ever knew he existed. Their wolves are bound across time, across worlds, across every version of every universe. He has been waiting. And he will not let her go. Now the door is closed. Hayley is stranded in a world that tastes like rust and roses, haunted by the ghost of a gentle love she can never return to. She tells herself she hates him. But hate doesn't tremble when he looks at her. But hate doesn't memorize the way he breathes in his sleep. But hate doesn't ache when he almost smiles. Somewhere between grieving Kaivor and falling for Klaus, Hayley is learning a terrible truth: The universe doesn't promise you the right person. Sometimes it gives you the wrong one and somehow, impossibly, he becomes right. She came looking for her first love. She found her last one instead.

A promise once sealed in love... broken for power. She chose ambition over devotion, rising into something feared and merciless-using the one who loved her as the foundation of her strength. In her wake, a witch was reborn into legend... and into darkness. He did not break. He simply stopped feeling. The demon she betrayed became hollow-untouched by love, untouched by mercy-forever marked by the only promise he ever believed in. Years later, fate draws him across the path of someone-a person who should mean nothing. But something stirs. And the question remains- can something that was destroyed... ever learn to feel again?

Some histories are written in stone. The Romans conquered Dacia in a devastating battle. The white wolf did not come. Lucky Romans. Welcome to New Dacia, where legends are written in blood and shadow and in loyalty bred to the bone. Zal and Zaris have survived everything the streets of Remelle could throw at them. They are feared and adored in equal measure. Nobody crosses them. Nobody knows their secrets. Nobody knows what is coming. Three weeks until the Calling. Five moons rising over a selenite city that glows like a prayer. And somewhere in the crowd a wolf priest is looking at the sky and calculating something he has spent his entire life preparing for. The White Wolf has not been seen in living memory. Life as they know it will never be the same.