Protectfemalecharacters Stories

"Dani..." The whispers haunted her. Fallen footfalls sounded like forgotten words. The pounding of her heart was so strong it deafened her. She no longer heard anything; the blackness of the world seemed to wrap itself around her, closing into her panting mouth--the dark was a pair of hands covering her ears. She ran, she needed to escape. She didn't want the dark. She despised the night. Her legs flew her away, away, away... Right to the flashing light, a braking screech, and a looming shadow of the man that ran her over. ❃⚘❃ "You know I adore you, Roman..." Her soft voice were sharp nails digging into his heart, clawing out the very beating, bloody thing that kept him alive. He loathed her so much that the thin line between love and hate blurred into oblivion. His foot pressed the gas pedal just a bit harder, nudging the car to speed down the road. Faster and faster, until a woman darted in front faster than he could stop. Her body fluttered to the ground like it was weightless. He rushed to the unconscious figure lying on the pavement. He couldn't breathe. She was like a butterfly; fragile, beautiful, and enchanting--flying away if your eyes stayed a moment too long. Too bad he didn't know she alone would cause storms that would thunder his world.

"I tried to die. My mom said no." Strength. It lives within her name, literally. She likes to think it also lives within herself. Vivien Valentine used to be a street kid from the south side of Chicago with no academic prospects, no family, and no hope of a future. One extraordinarily extensive cellular test later, and she's suddenly Vivien Stark ─ America's sweetheart, with her face on the covers of magazines, and more money in her trust account than she'll ever know what to do with. Be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it. ➢ original marvel character ➢ gracenotations © 2019

A story that I have been working on for a long time, very slowly. It is completely fictional, but the idea came from Margret Mitchell's life.

This is a campaign I am starting to help raise awareness of the struggles people face. Although our troubles may not all be the same, we all have them. Some things may be more or less difficult, harmful, or unsettling than others, but in the end it all matters. "Dear Bullies, You know the boy you pushed over earlier? Committed suicide last night. The girl you called fat? She's starving herself. The boy you teased for crying? His mom died. The man you made fun of for his scars? He fought for our country. The man you stole the little leather pouch off? He was homeless. And everyone else you've been mean to? You either hurt them really bad or ruined they're life. Post this on your profile if your against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but if you are that 1% with time and heart, then show it." -Unknown (I'm not sure who started this but I got it from geminiwolf) Dear Bullies That boy you made fun of today in class today? He killed himself a few minutes ago. That girl you called dumb? She has dyslexia. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. That women you called bald? She has cancer. That kid you called bald? He has cancer too. That man you laughed at for having scars on his face? He fought for our country. That boy you punched in the hallway today? He's already being abused at home. That child you called retarded for being in a wheelchair? He risked his life to save a four year old. That boy you laughed at for crying? His mother died in the hospital. You think you know them? Wrong. You don't. 97% you will ignore this, the 3% who don't, copy and paste this if you have a heart So I ask you please whatever it is ShareYourStory

♦♢✤novel currently on hold✤♢♦ Amara Kingsley has known only one thing her entire life: peace. She has everything a girl could ever want, any and all of her problems whisked away under the marvelous tip of her paint brush. She has a gift. That's why she is sent to England to study art and photography, which has been her dream since the second grade. Soon, though, Amara learns that dreams aren't as amazing and perfect as they seem. This move triggers an unstoppable downward spiral in her life, a torrent of suffering and pain that no paintbrush can sweep away. To make matters worse, she is unable to rely on her grief stricken mother or any of her shallow new friends. All hope is lost. It would just be better to die. But then... Two people enter her life and change it for the better. They give her something that she could never find anywhere else. Hope. A reason to live. She will never be the same.

When Eve Loreno's parents decide to UN-tie the knot they figure it will be best to send her to her grandparent's for the summer. She expects to do some hiking, some reading, and play some frisbee with her Great Dane Duke. What she gets is a crush, a set of eerie friends, and a gnome with a fondness for gummy bears. And a set of disappearances happening all over town, but who's keeping track, right?

**The world was wrong. Somehow the sky had become the ground. The landscape of the Earth was wild; Tree limbs and roots grew in all directions twisting in my vision. My head hangs limp flopping back and forth like a bobble head doll. Behind us grew a darkness that seemed to engulf the entire sky. In an instant the light from the moon and stars were snuffed out. My first thought was that I was dead and this is what hell felt like. It felt as if a pitch black sword tipped with poison, plunged through my chest as flames engulfed my body. Consuming my entire being, with heat and pain.**

When she loses everything, who can she trust? In the idyllic Outerbanks, everything's usually quiet except for a hurricane or two. Certain people have been delving too deep into things that they shouldn't. The intertwined lives of Maxwell "Max" Eastman, a flaky, wounded, Literature major with a penchant for dating bad girls and taking risks and Sara Welles, a neurotic Biochem major and taciturn but well-off outcast, are threatened by tragedy striking close to their quiet life.

in which she didn't notice him and he wasn't used to that

When all else fails you turn to the ones you love That's not the case for runaway Lucille Evans. Formerly being the only child of a prestigious family she had no one to look to. When her parents suddenly die of a freak accident she must return home to a life of being constantly judged yet praised at the same time. Follow her through this journey of reclaiming her old life and what challenges it brings with it.

When Kelsey Thatcher wakes up from a coma lasting three months, everyone from her past is relieved beyond compare. Or at least...almost everyone. She has little to no memory. As time goes on Kelsey learns more and more about who she used to be and how she came to be in her coma, but as more people re-enter her life she begins to grow suspicious. How did she come to be in a coma? Who is the boy that kissed her in the hospital? Why does Kelsey get a bad feeling from his father? And what is his father hiding from the town? With the town reserve's three new wolves going missing one by one, the trail gets wider, and the danger gets ever closer. Will Kelsey figure it out before her past catches up to her? Find out in Wolf Creek! ___________________________________________ Hello! This is a novel by yours truly (Kara M. Rhodes), and I hope you really like it! Updates are as much as possible (usually weekly), but definitely at least twice or so a month. It's a balancing act, but I make it work. This book is designed to be made into a t.v. show, and contains 2-3 episodes within the first season. Feel free to comment, star, share, and save! Have a wonderful day! Disclaimer: Unless stated otherwise, pictures used in this book are not the property of the author of this book. This includes the base layer of the cover. The copyright warning at the beginning of Wolf Creek is not by the author. All other material is the creation and property of the author of this book, Kara M. Rhodes.