Lil_Kawaii_Monster

Story Idea;
          	  “Don’t look at her! She’s from the cursed family.” Whispered the bystanders as I passed by. “Have mercy on her future mate.. He’ll probably end up dead the next day”. I was use to it, well as use to something as you can get. I’ve always presumed curse for the fact that the males who’ve courted me or other females of my family have mysteriously disappeared or had a tragic death. Through that female line, there actually mate never seemed to last long either. 
          	  Chuckling at the thoughts about my family’s history, I walk past the small pub. The were-men glancing at me grimly, “There goes the grim reaper” muttered the buff man to his companion. “I’d quiet it down mate, she can hear you.” Whispered the petite man.
          	  How foolish can this town get, but then again who are they to not fear something so tragic? Murder and love is always swimming around here in Belladonna. Long live the Rose Queen.
          	
          	(These are just random thoughts I’ve been wanting to read/write but never gotten to do so. If you’d like to take the time to make the idea into a book, hit me up)

-tetianna-

125 stories! Im amazed. Teach me your ways lol

-tetianna-

@Lil_Kawaii_Monster I just stumbled Across your profile and finally saw your response. Thnx for the advice!
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Lil_Kawaii_Monster

Actually I have 136 stories, often wattpad messes up and they won’t show up. It’s pretty funky
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Lil_Kawaii_Monster

Have a grouped account that has some (or many) of your friends. Each of y’all will end up making some many stories!
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Lil_Kawaii_Monster

Story Idea;
            “Don’t look at her! She’s from the cursed family.” Whispered the bystanders as I passed by. “Have mercy on her future mate.. He’ll probably end up dead the next day”. I was use to it, well as use to something as you can get. I’ve always presumed curse for the fact that the males who’ve courted me or other females of my family have mysteriously disappeared or had a tragic death. Through that female line, there actually mate never seemed to last long either. 
            Chuckling at the thoughts about my family’s history, I walk past the small pub. The were-men glancing at me grimly, “There goes the grim reaper” muttered the buff man to his companion. “I’d quiet it down mate, she can hear you.” Whispered the petite man.
            How foolish can this town get, but then again who are they to not fear something so tragic? Murder and love is always swimming around here in Belladonna. Long live the Rose Queen.
          
          (These are just random thoughts I’ve been wanting to read/write but never gotten to do so. If you’d like to take the time to make the idea into a book, hit me up)