Journals Stories

This is not a story about what happens. It's about what almost does. At an Ivy League medical school, Isabelle Laurent is known as the Ice Queen-brilliant, distant, untouchable. No one gets close. No one stays. Alexander Whitmore was never supposed to be different. Charming, privileged, and infamous for never staying longer than a few weeks, he understands desire. What he doesn't understand, until Isabelle, is restraint. She believes he doesn't want her. He knows wanting her openly would destroy everything. So they choose the most dangerous thing instead: friendship. "The most dangerous thing about Alexander Whitmore was not his reputation, nor his charm, nor the power he would one day inherit. It was the fact that he never asked for anything from me, and somehow, without realizing it, I had begun to give him everything that mattered." Slow burn • Dual POV • Consent • Emotional intimacy

"What's so special that's in that journal of yours?" Justin's eyes gleamed with curiosity and for a second, I thought he was teasing. "Nothing." "Then why does it seem like you always guard it with your life?" I took a second to respond. "Because it keeps all of my thoughts and secrets from being forgotten." He nods. "Like what? Care to share?" No. "You." (Justin Bieber AU) [contains mature content] Copyright © 2014 by internallybieber //*Originally a H.S FF//

I promised to make this two years ago. A promise is a promise. What if Ford didn't find the weirdness in gravity falls? what if... he made it?

How could you do me like that? Do us like that? Pashen Williams, U.S.A. Olympian Track Star, earned her glory and fame. Running against the Pros in the Olympic Games at only 14 and actually winning had never been done or even thought of. When Bieber bashes her all over Twitter, her hatred for the Jackass Teen Heartthrob grows. Justin Bieber hates how famous she got. Who cares about her stupid Olympian Title!? While she was busy running, Justin was gaining Beliebers on YouTube. Being a Artist is a Real Job, Justin believes. Pashen runs every 4 years, Justin does 4 shows in one day. When Bieber's Manager and William's Coach force them to live together in a comfy, one bedroom cabin in the Mountains of California, tension rise, lust flares, and secrets boil over. For you never get over your First Love. { Copr. 2014 Liyah_NikkasBabe }

We sleep for ages We stay underground for the nights. Our sarcophagis grinding as it revolves slowly circularly in the dark. In this darkness we are asleep. In a place no man can find us we lay asleep for centuries then we wake as Ancients in a world entirely new to us but for a chronicle to be written and when it is done we fall asleep again as kings, a slumber so deep and black as obsidian we lay there in stasis till we wake again as Ancients.

These are the ways I've loved, love, and want to be loved. This is my heart within hundreds of pages and thousands of words. Every page is a new beginning or the end. Please take care of it and treat it as your own. Thank you, Danielle

There are letters I never sent, words I never said out loud. But the feelings were real, even if the ending was quiet. This is a collection of soft, poetic journal entries about hidden affection, longing, quiet grief, and the slow journey of detachment. Written for the ones who loved in silence, who waited for updates that never came, and who eventually had to let go... without the closure they hoped for. Whether you're still holding on, or learning to heal, Letters I Never Sent is for you.

Warning: If you happen to get triggered by any self-harm/suicidal thoughts please do not read. This isn't a story, it's not a fairy tale of what could be. It's my life in the rawest form. The only way for me to form into words how I feel about everything happening in my life. It's a fucked up world out there and this is my way of coping with it. Enjoy.

Grant Campbell lives in a small town of Jamesburgh, home to 1,900 people. A new kid, Max Zade moves in next-door. Grant is very curious about Max. What will happen? ------ This is my new story, 'Journals.' I hope you enjoy it as much as I will enjoy writing again. Thank you. -Bryy

I am living with a strange and mysterious creature known as the "Roommate". Recently I have decided to document this creature's odd behavior for observations. These Chronicles will be my tales of what it is like living with the "Roommate". ***Nothing in this story has been exaggerated or changed. Although these Chronicles are biased, everything is completely authentic and true.***

She tried......

UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING - JANUARY 2016 She's sad. He's happy. She writes. He doesn't know. She wanted to be saved. He was a savior. Based on the song from One Direction's Midnight Memories; Diana. (c) pearululuwrites

This is a book about me. They're poems and journals I wrote about my life. I suck at poetry but oh well. Hope you enjoy.

Kurt Cobain's diary.

Under The Mistletoe .Don't tell our secret baby.

I wrote this with minimal effort and was probably drugged. Have fun....Or whatever