Writeforyou Stories

Ever since her parents were ambushed and killed nineteen year old Celeste Rose, known as Rowan, has lived in the forest. Hiding her face from the rest of the world, she robbed from the rich and gave to the poor. Until one day, when she accidently attackes the princess carriage. Prince James of Adens vows to avenge his sister. But things take a different turn when the two of them have to join forces to save a loved one. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aaravon has no memories of his childhood. He has been living with his mother outside of the kingdoms ever since he was nine. So far, they have lived in peace. But reality comes crashing in when his mother dies, leaving him with more questions than answers. Cover by @seventhstar

16 year old Primrose Vixon was an ordinary girl, until she ventured into the forest where no one knows what lies within. There she finds secrets she never thought she would reveal... There she finds something she never thought she would find... _________________________________ Started on: 26/08/16 Finished on: N/A ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © Leo Smith 2016 - Sequel to The Female Alpha (this book might make more sense if you read TFA first) **ON HOLD**

And sometimes, people get lost just because they want to be found. Copyright © liarsdiaries ™2016

Highest Rank #24 in POETRY (: I don't know how to scribble down words. I write STARS that shine and show me and you the path to happiness! I don't know what word weaving is. But I do excel at making beautiful CONSTELLATIONS Breathtaking! But Complex and far away! This wasn't a poem as if you were wondering :)Click on read for real POETRY and go on a beautiful journey of ups and downs with me.Maybe you'll find your destination! Let's be friends as I help you all with your problems and giving you a boosting push from time to time! I GUARANTEE YOU WON'T REGRET ADDING IT TO YOUR LIBRARY !

Her life. Her blood. Her bones. Alexa Magnuson lived ten years of her life in near isolation after her father's death. Her only aim in life is to avenge his death. Somehow Alexa finds herself in the middle of a missionary group that calls themselves the Bearers who claim that their purpose of life is to maintain peace between the worlds of the living and the dead. They are sole heirs to a world of manipulating the elements of the earth, what they called Bearing. The only thing that tips her over is discovering her father's involvement with them and the need to learn more. Whats more, the balances have been disturbed, between both, that worlds and the houses of the Bearers and a war is brewing, surrounding her with sinister magic, choices and betrayal. The fate of both worlds now rest on her shoulders but everything comes with a price. What if the price for ending this war is nothing but her life, her bones? -CURRENT COVER CREDITS GO TO @flutteringbutterfly

Hope you enjoy my poetry, my escape, my passion and my something that brings me back to life, darling. Mwa. <3 ;* ;) This is a compilation of my compositions! They're songs. Yet, I just wanted to compile them. Now it's a poetry book. Hope you enjoy! Each chapter has one individual song! It contains compositions about the incomplete. The exhausted. Memories of the broken. Someone longing for an escape. Lastly, the optimistic one. #MyYouth #WritersDefence #WriteForYou #ProjectYou #FreeMentalIllness *** Started: Well, I PUBLISHED it last March 13, 2016. Ended: I posted it all at once. Well, that's what I remember. Huhu. Highest rank so far; #126 in Poetry! May 18, 2016

Hailey has a crush on Matt. Only he doesn't know and he only sees her as a friend. Plus, he is nothing but a player who uses girls for one night stands. It's pointless in liking him, right? Even if they are just friends? Hailey becomes confuse about her feelings when she accidently kisses Matt. Realising what she has done, she is ashamed to have kissed him. They are only friends so therefore they shouldn't have kiss at all, right? The kiss leaves Matt unsure about his feelings towards Hailey. He is sure he only sees her as a friend, but there is something about Hailey that he isn't sure about. Will they become more than friends, or will the kiss stand in the way of their friendship? *This story was previously called "Love, Secrets and Heartbreaks")

With a childhood stolen, Myra had always felt like she grew up too fast, bearing too much responsibility for a child her age. Her father's death had tossed her into a vortex of confusion and dubiety, of doubt and incertanity. The pain she felt at his memory was intense, signifying her unhealed wounds. Covinced by a belief that the root of all her problems was her ignorance, she tries to discover her father's past, untangling the knots that have been tied on a subject left untouched for too long. Myra refuses to live in the dark anymore, but could darkness be all she's throwing herself into? This is where vinidictive souls sit upon crystal thrones, worshiped by their people. This is where demonic spirits rule hearts and consume spirit, mind and body. It is where phantoms and wraiths wander the mortal lands free and ghouls of the forest lurk in the shadows of moon-lit nights. Here is a place where no one is safe, a place where all evil roams free. ~ Copyright All Rights Reserved

What would you do if over three quarters of the population was gone in the blink of an eye? That's what fifty humans are asking themselves, as one day in 2115 they wake up with everyone they knew and loved gone for good. From there, things only get worse. An alien species, known as subhuman, takes over the planet, against the will of the hybrids. Sure, they seem friendly, but five of the fifty hybrids soon learn otherwise. Divided into five riveting parts, 1.486: Foreigners of the Fallen tells the story of a terrifying post-human Earth, where there is only one rule: There are no rules. ----- Cover by @amythestnebula Edited by @Elansh Featuring a crossover with @Miramc22 's Time and Space https://www.wattpad.com/story/10088243-time-and-space Highest Ranking: #250 in Science Fiction

Let me tell you one of the characteristics of poems, They are everywhere. ♧ This is a collection of poems from my heart to yours.

We begin our story in New York. - - - - - When Zara moves to New York after her father accepts a job offer to work there and her entire family relocates across the world from their little flat in Southeast Asia, she meets Holly, the barista in the coffee shop across her new apartment. - - - - - Excerpt: "Let me repeat your order: a large iced caramel latte." She made sure to put emphasis on pronouncing caramel as carmel. "Caramel," slipped out of my mouth. She had a marker in her hand, and she pointed it at me, shaking her head. "Carmel." I stuck my tongue out. I actually stuck my tongue out at a complete stranger. Oh God, I was sure I would recall this ten years from now and fall apart with embarrassment, while she wouldn't even remember my face. But I really wanted her to remember my face. [girlXgirl]

Me-Hi im Niall Horan Unknown -Yea. Sure. Right. Byee Me-ok bye your loss ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hi my name is Josie Smith. I am 18 years old. My bestfriend and I we like to prank people saying that we are a member of One Direction. One day my bestfriend Cassie accidentally texts one of the members and I do too but I had no clue. Let's see what happens when they meet. Maybe even a trip or two to the hospital. Drama.Fun.Heartbreaks. Friendships end. Completed on January 28, 2017

These are the fragments of sorrow, the shards of one's heart-once shattered, scattered, and thrown straight through the river. But the anguish remains untouched. A collection of melancholic entries written by a slightly melancholic twenty-one-year-old.

Even through the ache, Through every broken heart Please keep me awake, So I can begin from the start. (Copyright © 2018 Kourt J. Hennings | @-kourt) ☆ featured on @WattpadPoetry profile ~ Love Tides (Love) in January 2019

These are collection of stories from random topics with beautiful lessons and great wisdom . So here's is my collection stay tuned to more...

"It's okay, though. It's okay to run away at times; not to face your problems. After all, it's always the truth that cut to the bones" He whispered not pulling his eyes off the stars "Yeah but that also means living in hiding. Even if you are good at hiding, the truth has to come out sooner or later..." she paused for a second ".... And even if the truth cuts through the bones and makes us feel like hell, we shouldn't forget the fact that the truth always sets us free too" He turned around and smiled at her "Wow" "What?" she said chuckling "The way you say the things you say.... That's why I love you" and kissed her ___________________________________________________________________ "I like staring in his eyes that shine like the stars while he sings the pain away...."

"Words often come too easily." A collection of vent poetry. Cover made by @dysanic © Makenna Collette (@mack-collette) 2015-16 All Rights Reserved

"But in a solitary life, There are rare moments, When another soul dips near yours, As stars once a year brush the Earth. Such a constellation was he to me." - Madeline Miller ~~~ 19 year old Camilla Jackson is the most dazzling personality of Prime High, one of the most prestigious institutions of Atlanta, Georgia. Disciplined and industrious, her life goal of becoming an 'Accomplished Perfectionist', more like her parents' goal, has been concealing her inner deprivation; her freedom. And she has accepted that it'll always be this way. However, her life turns wild when she crosses paths with James Wallace, a smoldering man of the street. Thrown into a cursed world full of deadly fights for the fittest to survive, Camilla's life will never be the same, and neither will James's; not now that they've found something both lacked - the newly ignited fire that keeps on burning their trapped souls alive. (Previously known as 'Strayed') Copyright © Anika Prova, 2019.

I turn songs into short stories. I also own none of these songs but the story is my brain child.

this is not about glory of the low and the high this is a love story of me, myself, and I || Copyright © 2025 Kourt J. Hennings | @-kourt