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[Now on WEBTOON!] Introverted and awkward Autumn Lyne is content with having just books as companions--that is, until her extrovert of a sister drags her out to meet her band. But nobody has expected that this would mark the plot twist her heart has never signed up for. Her first love. *** Autumn Lyne has terrible social skills, and when her older sister has had enough of her being alone all the time, she's forced to interact with people outside of her tiny world. Meeting and befriending her sister's bandmates is only the beginning. Her growing bond with the charming Michael Summer seems unstoppable. But what if there is more to him than meets the eye? How can a girl who has barely opened up her heart handle her first love--and first heartbreak? Illustration by raindrops_ [complete raw version]

Alec Monroe has a gift, and Paul Barrington wants to profit by it. Neither understands the true cost of their arrangement. The Great War casts a long shadow in 1926 Philadelphia. Prohibition is in effect, but largely ignored in the city dubbed "wet as the Atlantic." Séances remain popular, despite the efforts of men like Houdini to reveal mediums as frauds. Class, social, and racial boundaries are razor sharp. Against this backdrop, Paul enlists Alec to help him defraud Henri Deschamps, a wealthy scholar of antiquities from France. Little does Paul know that Henri holds more power than money can buy, and Alec is the key to unlocking it. ONC Prompt 72: A real necromancer sits in on a fake séance. [Author's note/trigger warnings: This story uses period-appropriate language, including terms related to race and sexuality, and discussions of mental health, including suicide.] [All rights reserved. This story is 100% human-generated. No part of this story may be used for the purpose of training A.I.]

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

The story continues as the mysterious warden of Zig-Zig is eventually informed about Herschel's escape. Against every principle of his precious Dalmicir school, Lyeasrakardsul submits and asks the Knomes for help before finally receiving the dreaded p-wyrd. Herschel is arrested as a chicken thief and brought to the town Stagna where he has been prejudged as a p-e-r-v-e-r-t by popular opinion, and where he will have some of the most significant encounters in his life.

He has loved her for fourteen years. Through dinner parties and Sunday lunches and eighteen years of friendship with the man she goes home to. Through Wednesday coffees that started as nothing and became the only part of his week that felt entirely real. Through every smile she placed a half-beat too early and every sleeve pulled down in summer and every time she said fine when she meant something else entirely. He has never said so. He has never acted on it. He has made himself - quietly, steadily, at enormous personal cost - safe ground. Because Amelia Sutton is surviving. Her life looks perfect from the outside. The Mosman house. The high-powered job. The partner who is always reasonable, always pleasant, always watching. Dom has never raised his voice. He has never needed to. He has other ways of making himself understood - ways that leave no evidence, that sound like nothing when repeated to someone else, that have taught Amelia, over sixteen years, to make herself smaller and call it fine. She is not fine. Marcus knows it. He has been watching the woman he loves disappear by degrees and he has been - because it is the only thing he is allowed to be - safe ground. Present. Steady. The one place she can put the coat down. When she finally says the thing she has never said out loud to anyone - not really, no, not for quite a long time - he receives it without pressing and asks for nothing in return. He is waiting for her to find her way back to herself. She is finding it. But Dom is always watching. And he notices everything. And the ground is shifting under all of them. * * * What It Once Was is a slow-burn romance about a woman reclaiming herself and the man who never stopped seeing who she really was.

Vesper exists between two worlds - one that cannot hold him and one that loves him too completely. When a girl with a smile that reaches everyone begins to reach for him specifically - he doesn't know what to do with being almost known. A story about the cruelty of being seen too late - or not quite enough.

He was the President of France. I was just a boy from San Telmo. One night changed everything. Weeks later, I found myself in Paris, living in a beautiful apartment that was not mine, sleeping in sheets too soft for someone like me, waiting for a man who could change my life with a single phone call and ruin it just as easily. He gave me flowers, silence, expensive rooms, and a city I could not yet speak. He gave me everything except a name for what I was to him. In Paris, I am kept, hidden, desired, and left alone too often. And the more I fall in love with him, the more I begin to understand that being chosen is not the same as being free.

When her therapy app accidentally sends Riley's private confessions to a random British expat - and his to her - what began as a glitch quickly evolves into the kind of intimacy that can only exist between strangers. A slow-burn contemporary romance. * * * When a company health initiative forces Riley Markle to download a trendy mental health app, she fills out the onboarding survey without much thought, expecting to get paired with a virtual gym buddy who'll send thumbs-up emojis twice a week. Instead, she gets paired with Joe, a lonely British expat whose wellness concern of Compulsive Behaviors is flagged by the AI system as a perfect match for Riley. Riley resolves to complete her month of check-ins and be done with it - until a glitch in the app sends both her and Joe's embarrassing therapy videos to each other instead of their therapist. Soon, Riley and Joe are talking late into the night, exchanging thirst-trap videos of their weekend routines by day, and thinking about each other constantly. Both are smitten, both are broken, and neither of them knows how to do this without destroying each other. The plan: Limit all communication to the app until after Day 30, then see where things go. But plans change. * * * 🏆 High Rankings: #1 in LITERARY #1 in QUICKREAD #1 in NEWENGLAND #1 in SHORTCHAPTERS (out of 38,000 stories) #3 in EPISTOLARY #87 in ROMCOM (out of 35,000 stories) #147 in ROMANTIC (out of 86,000 stories) Updated November 2025

The city used to be called Washington, D.C. Now it is Sector 7. And something is in the air. Imara Osei notices what other people have stopped noticing... the helicopters that come every seventy-two hours, the pills distributed at ration points, the neighbors who are becoming quieter versions of themselves. She processes behavioral compliance data for a government that is using her own work to measure how well it is putting four hundred thousand people to sleep. She has forty-three notebooks. She has not taken a single pill. She has a brother inside the system who keeps telling her to be careful. She has a box under her bed that her mother left her twelve years ago and told her to open when the time felt right. The time is starting to feel right. *Updated every 3 days*

#1 agathachristie #2 logic She didn't solve the murder. She proved it-perfectly, logically... and disastrously wrong. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Calculated. Clinical. Unforgiving. Selah Dunbar has been watching. Recording. Measuring. Every motion, every inconsistency, each person reduced to a variable in her ledger. ---- When Hugo Tremaine dies mid-toast, the village demands closure. A clerk is blamed. The books are balanced. But Selah knows the deadliest truth: the facts were never hidden-they were misread. ---- The Lunchbox Ledger is a dark psychological mystery about how perfect logic can become a lethal lie. (still under work)

Clara grew up on faerie tales, but never once thought the fae would leap from the pages of her storybooks and steal her mother away. When her mother is kidnapped by a faerie and secrets about her father come to light, Clara is forced into an adventure she never thought possible. Relying on her curiosity, knack for helping others, and the trail of hints left behind by her parents, Clara must find a way to save her mother and support her siblings before her world crumbles fully apart. Featuring princes in disguise, magic, and more mystery than Clara could've ever imagined, the path to the answers she seeks is twisted and turning, as she discovers the truth about the faerie tales she thought she knew as well as the truth about herself. ------ A fairy tale story and the final rough draft of the story, once called Glass Slippers. While there are aspects of a Cinderella esque story in the plot, it's a tale that stands apart from the same old story.

In a world where elite "speed talkers" are hired to deliver legal disclaimers, contracts, and even negotiations at impossible speeds, a young prodigy discovers that speaking with perfect precision faster than anyone can understand can push entire systems toward collapse.

Somewhere in the world, there is an island that has never known war. Its people put others before themselves. When enemies come, they do not fight. This is not a law. It is simply who they are. Laroo has grown up unwanted by his own mother. J is a fugitive who washed up on the island's shore. When Laroo stumbles into the Akasha - a strange space between lives - he is assigned a team of past-life guides to help him unravel his family's pain. They mean well. They are also, to put it gently, a little clumsy. This is a story about the bonds between people that stretch across lifetimes. About the stranger who arrives exactly when you need them. About a gentleness that, quietly, changes everything. Based on the Japanese novel 前世旅行社 by M. Nishio.

Kept alive far past her time to fulfil a purpose long since fulfilled, Crest, an ancient Guardian of the Keep, is less than pleased when she is awoken to fight the Evil from the Sea. Again. Worse, she discovers that she has become a sort of patron spirit to the wolves of the Keep. Forced to play court in the same song and dance and furious at their blatant idolatry, Crest keeps the very wolves she's promised to protect at a frigid distance as she searches for a way to free herself from the cycle. But as Crest's searching takes her down darker and darker paths, one wolf, Swallow, sees the spray from the waves and brings a question to light: Will Crest turn her back on the Keep and all those who keep her bound, or in her efforts to free herself, will she let them die? Is it only the Keep who has forgotten the ways of old, or is Crest too set adrift? ·°‧ ༄༄༄◃✦▹༄༄༄ ‧°· "Sequel" to and set in the same world as Where the Star Weeps. !ONLY ON WATTPAD! If you are reading this elsewhere, it has been STOLEN and your device is susceptible to malware. All rights reserved. Absolutely NO feeding AI.

A new tenant moves into a North London flat. The previous occupant left no forwarding address - only fragments. A photograph. A scarf. A name that starts to feel familiar. Some homes don't let you leave yourself behind.

A powerful introduction to Ashen Whitmore, this poem explores identity shaped by fire, loss, and survival. "Ashen" transforms destruction into meaning, portraying a voice that rises from pain not as something broken, but as something reborn-stronger, deeper, and unyielding. Through striking imagery and controlled intensity, the poem reflects resilience, emotional depth, and the quiet strength found in enduring life's hardest moments. It is not just a poem about what was lost, but a declaration of what remains-and what refuses to fade.

Fragments of a Modern Madame Bovary is a collection of poems tracing longing, obsession, tenderness, shame, devotion, and the quiet violence of feeling too much. These pieces move through love in all its forms - romantic, familial, fractured, imagined, and unrequited - capturing the ache of wanting, the ruin of attachment, and the fragile remains left behind. For the romantics, the ruiners, the overthinkers, and the women who have mistaken survival for love.

Omar Hassan has three things going for him in London: a decent stand-up set, an Egyptian-British accent, and four years of flawless inventory records at Ristorante Benedetti. None of them are helping him right now. This morning, three Middle Kingdom scarabs - museum-quality, impeccably documented, absolutely not there three days ago when Omar photographed every shelf - were discovered by a health inspector who somehow knew exactly where to look. Leonardo Benedetti is in custody. The restaurant is sealed. Omar's visa expires in six weeks. The police have a tidy theory. Omar has inventory photographs, a timestamp, and the wrong bottle of Barolo sitting where the right one used to be. He's not a detective. He's a comedian who spends his weekends at the British Museum because ancient Egypt is quietly more interesting than his dating life. But he has nothing left to lose - and a contact in Kraków who once solved five restaurant murders through pasta alone. The Last Set is a free standalone short story in The Bellini‑Zielińska Mysteries universe - and the perfect entry point before Theft à l'Anglaise (Book 2) hits Amazon, June 2026. 📖 Part 1 - coming 2 April 2026 📖 Part 2 - coming 9 April 2026 If you're new here: Start with Murder à la Polonaise (Book 1) on Amazon 👉 https://amzn.eu/d/06B2plWS Or dive into the free Nero and Diego spin-off adventures right here on Wattpad.

A Treasure of Memories Ravi, a man in his late sixties, sits alone, turning the pages of his late wife Suvarna's recipe book. He is retired now, living a quiet life, his days filled with the echoes of a woman he loved deeply. But within the book, he finds more than just recipes; he finds a history. In this reverse-chronological short story, you will journey with Ravi back through his memories, from the profound quiet of his present to the moment he first saw Suvarna's beautiful handwriting in a high school classroom. Along the way, you will witness the quiet courage that defined their love-the defiant choice to leave her family, the joyous birth of their children, the heart-wrenching loss that forever changed them, and the simple rituals of their life together. A Beautiful Handwriting is a poignant exploration of a man's emotional life and a testament to the idea that some love stories are not about grand gestures, but about shared strength, enduring kindness, and the quiet dignity of a life well-lived. Published Edition available on Kindle & Google Play. ISBN: 9789334390063 © 2025 Gurram R.R. Ajay. All Rights Reserved

London is full of people who do things, build things, decide things - the "useful" ones. Then there are the others... This is a story about those people. About what happens when a peculiar, ancient organisation decides that "useless" is not a condition to endure... but a problem to solve. Not a thriller. Not a romance. Simply London, magic, and the quiet, absurd question of whether a perfectly contented pigeon might, in fact, be doing better than the rest of us.