IAwrites4

Some scars don’t fade. Some lies feel like home.
          Aria Blake knows how to disappear — behind silence, bruises, and a sketchbook filled with monsters. In a house where love comes with fists and blame, she’s learned that survival means staying small.
          But when two boys — one charming, one kind — begin to see her in ways no one else ever has, Aria is forced to confront everything she’s buried deep inside.
          As secrets unravel and betrayal cuts deep, Aria must decide: will she keep surviving in silence… or finally fight for the life — and love — she deserves?
          A powerful YA contemporary about trauma, healing, first love, and the courage to rewrite your own story.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/395547471?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=IAwrites4

ladypinkpantherr

I'd learned not to think of mimics unless I had to. Not because they were violent. That would have been easier. Violence had edges. Intent. A shape you could push against.
          
          Mimics have none.
          
          The first one I encountered had been a guide.
          
          That was the worst part. Not the copying. The familiarity.
          
          She had stood across the corridor from me, posture mirroring mine with a delay so precise it made my stomach drop. Head tilted the same way. Hands folded the same way. Even the way she breathed had synced, shallow inhale, measured exhale, like we were sharing a lung.
          
          I remembered the sensation first, before the fear caught up. A crawling revulsion, cold and electric, racing along my spine. Goosebumps rose on my arms so fast it almost hurt. Every instinct I had screamed that something fundamental had been violated.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/405849384?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=ladypinkpantherr
          
          
          Chapter 8 out now!

ladypinkpantherr

People say S-rank guides announce themselves.
          
          That the air changes. That rooms bend. That you know.
          
          If that were true, I wouldn't be sitting in a secondhand apartment with uneven floors, nursing burnt coffee and annotating a thesis written by a mage who misunderstood resonance theory so badly it bordered on malpractice.
          
          My name is Sunday. I'm twenty five. I stopped aging long before that became unusual.
          And statistically speaking, I shouldn't exist.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/405849384?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=ladypinkpantherr

nathanswift

The Sins of Envy is not just a prison story.
          It is the tale of a dangerous, lucid, and deeply unsettling man.
          Blending psychological thriller and human darkness, this story plunges you into the mind of a criminal who finds freedom behind bars.
          Sensitive readers, beware.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/403344873?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=nathanswift