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Luca Kingswood.Labelled the bad boy of Westwood High.He's popular, charming and a massive player.Everyone's addicted to him but her,Can Luca make her addicted? Astrid West.Labelled the nerd of Westwood High.She's shy, sensitive and scarred.Everyone bullies and picks on her,but she'd rather go to school than home.What did she do to deserve this?16 year old, Astrid, was raised up in an abusive household. Shes made to do all the housework and all the cooking.Her father drinks all day to night, he's an addict. He blames his wife's loss on Astrid. He sends her to get beer runs, punishes her and makes her do stuff he should be doing.He's an abusive asshole.17 year old, Luca, was raised up with a loveable family, until his sister gets in a car accident and passes away. He's not normal anymore, He gets in fights at school, and his longest relationship is maximum 2 weeks.He's the schools bad boy and biggest player.Everyone knows not to mess with him.He's always noticed the nerd. Always got his eye on her.She's terrified of him. She hopes he doesn't come up to her one day.2 different stories, 2 different people, but 1 ending.. Read on to find out what happens.TW:abuse,harassment,suicidal thoughts,ED,self harm,and more.
Sugar Coated.
Hyper, ecstatic, friendly eccentrics join forces to, well live long and prevail. And with one foot strapped in high heeled boots and the other caressed by a friendship pendant, the four high school friends share their life through the sugar coated book of their senior year.Can Melanie will find the true meaning behind the nonsense, love?Will Selene ever learn to love herself again?How much longer until Emily strengthens her trust to others?And will Kalel ever grow out of her child-like ways?Copyright Infringement:All rights reserved. Copyright for Sugar Coated. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher.This also includes no part of this novel may be reproduced over a translator.Copyright © 2014Disclaimer: well, maybe not a disclaimer, but I'm not exactly proud of this book. When I first started it, my knowledge and vocabulary was very limited but it's stretched over the years and I still enjoy writing it. So grammar errors are made every now and then, but they will be edited in the nearby future. Hope you enjoy Sugar Coated!
Oh hell A diary of war, dementia, love, and a glass or two of red wine.
I started to write this book as a doodle, why not, as that is how I started writing in the first place. Yes a doodle but a cathartic doodle, one that was not meant to go anywhere except to the unfinished manuscript folder on my PC. But like a truck with a heavy load on a downward slope, it took off, faster and faster, not easily stopped. Of course it helped that periods of my family's history is interesting, but it was more than that. There was a compulsion, an imperative that was larger than me. The story that needed to be told is one of insidious illnesses that affects a large percentage of the population of western society - the illnesses are dementia, depression, anxiety and panic attacks.This is a story of people, real people, and how their lives were destroyed by these diseases. It is about the ravages of World War Two and Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome, and although my life has not been unduly affected by their diseases it is often a destroyer of the loved ones of the diseased.As this is a story about people with various afflictions, I wanted it to remain about those people and so have not deviated with long medical descriptions or treatments, and have kept complex terminology to a minimum. And although I want to highlight the plight of those with the afflictions so readers can understand how sad and debilitating they are, it is a story and not a textbook, and so that is why I have kept complexity from it. The same with geographical detail and history, where I have given just enough to round out the story and not to flummox.It is the real story of war, love, hate and disease - but more importantly, it is the story of life.The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven ~ John Milton
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Freedom- Yoongi BTS
"I thought I was finally free, but in reality I was just running away from my problems."Yoongi is left behind by the members and April is a young woman travelling around in her van still searchin the real meaning of freedom.They will find each other and a journey will change them.They will face difficult challenges, but they will learn to live life facing their demons with courage.๐ฅ1st place in bts awards 2020 (Yoongi category)
the clubhouse
this book will be about somethings i daydream about. it's about my life experiences but it will be molly and ezra experiencing them. so hopefully you guys like it.
Elle
What is love, really? Love is, by definition, "an intense feeling of deep affection." But love is complicated. It's not always praise and deep affection, it's a wrenching gut feeling as trust is betrayed.. a cry for saving. They say that love is family, but what happens when family betrays you? What happens when.. the ones closest to you rip your heart to shreds? Then you're left with the few that you can trust, that you can love without being hurt. The truth is, I want someone I can love unconditionally. I want someone that won't destroy the trust I have left, one who doesn't point out my flaws, someone who will never leave when things get tough, someone who hears me when everyone else seems not to. My soul is crying, my heart is aching, I feel like I'm breaking. Won't you save me?Elle is a healer, she possesses a strong intuition. Elle is 17, it's her last year of high school, she has always been ambitious. The way she views high school is that of a personal hell. Which, according to 95 percent of students, is fairly accurate. Stress, sleep deprivation, and panic attacks. At least that's what Elle struggles with during each semester. She's happy it's her last year, even if it may be a tough one. Taking all honors plus a few AP classes isn't exactly a walk in the park. Dealing with school and struggles at home, how will Elle's last year of high school go? This isn't your typical high school girl/ romance novel. This story takes on what you don't see, some things left unsaid and the scars you can't see.. taking on the world in a new perception. As my fellow conscious once said, "Life sucks and it's not going to get better. It's like a really, really painful slap in the face, then the sting stops hurting for awhile. But then it comes back, often when you least expect it."
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This fluffy fanfic is the story of how Todoroki gets past his fear of love. The pain and grief that his father has placed on him causes to believe love makes you weak, and that it is for the best that he loves no one. How does a certain green haired boy help him past his fear and anxiety? Takes place a few months after the sports festival. Skip past story excerpt for more information."Good night mom, I love you." Todoroki said as he climbed the stairs to his bland bedroom. "Wait." The tone of Endeavor's voice corresponded perfectly with the seemingly evil smirk that was plastered on his face. The 5 year old dual-colored boy saw his mother stiffen at his father's words."This, my wonderful creation, is a learning experience." Todoroki watched in horror as Endeavour's ginormous hand met his mothers delicate skin in a forceful slap. His shaking mother crumpled to the floor clutching her stinging cheek. A single tear rolled down the young boy's face."Love, my boy, makes you weak. Not only will it hurt you, but also the ones you supposedly love." The 5 year old ran up the stairs and into his brother Touya's room where he collapsed into his arms, sobbing. Maybe his father was right about one thing, love does make you weak.This is my first fanfic so please do not judge my awful grammar and writing. I hope you enjoy the story! (There are quirks.)!!!WARNING!!! I will be writing some panic attacks and mild to severe abuse from Endeavor. If you are sensitive to these topics or to same gender couples I would suggest that you proceed with caution. Happy reading!!!-Ducky
Another World Away (A Gilbert x Reader Fanfiction)
One day you're sitting in your living room watching an episode of teen wolf and next thing you know you've been thrown into the past. I'm on my back staring at the ceiling with my head throbbing. I hear shocked whispering and see curious eyes come into view as men and women circle around my body on the floor."Look at her Marilla she's practically wearing nothing" a woman harshly whispered to another woman. I looked down confused at my cropped hoodie and basketball shorts that sat high on up on my waist. I was barely showing an inch of my stomach I looked at the woman who was covered head to toe wearing a Victorian dress. "Where am I?" I asked rubbing my head and sitting up. "Prince Edward Island" someone answered. "Where's that?" I asked even more confused about where I was."Canada." That's not possible. How the hell did I get from America to Canada in the blink of an eye? I feel my heart rate pick up as I start to panic a little. I stood up quickly making everyone jump back a bit and frantically began searching through my pockets."What are you doing!" the woman that made a comment about clothing choice from before barked. I jumped and froze. My hands tucked deep in the pocket of my hoodie."I-I'm looking for my phone. I need to call -""What's a Phone?" She snapped. I looked around incredulously how can she not know what a phone is? I looked at all the men and women in the room dressed in an oddly formal fashion. my eyes slipping past them and out the window to see a horse attached to a carriage. I could feel the blood rush from my face and my palms began to sweat as I was filled with Horror."When am I?" I shakily whispered."You're on Prince Edward Island. We already told-""No... Not where am I" I said my body filling with anxiety "When am I. W-What Year is it?""It's 1862" Oh God. This Cant be happening. I need to leave. I need to get out of here. I push past the circle of people and run out the door."Someone Catch her!" The woman yells from behind me.
Imaginary friend .PART 2
She looked up at her psychiatrist for a while before asked for help from her,screaming at the top of her lungs causing Mrs.James to jolt right up and run towards her patient."Make him stop".she shouted before covering her damp face in her hands and sobbing. It was painful for Mrs.James to see such a beautiful girl this broken. Her blue eyes looked dull, maybe even more than before. Her brown hair cascading through her shoulders looked messy. Her smile had vanished and now all she wore was a frown Mrs.James was disappointed on fate. She was enraged because once a beautiful. bright girl had now been turned into such a helpless, devastated female. It had been two whole years since she had started her therapy sessions yet there had been no improvements. She was getting worst and that was what Mrs.James feared because if she doesn't get any better than he might have to be transferred into an asylum."How is she Wanda?"Margaret,Charlotte's mother asked Mrs.James as hope was laced in her voice."No. No improvements at all Margaret! None at all. She's getting worst. We had to inject her with an anti-psychotic because she was having a panic attack".Wanda sighed in frustration. Margaret looked at her daughter who now had been asleep on the couch. Her eyes kept twitching , indicating that she was dreaming. She looked peaceful and that was what Margaret had wanted her daughter to be, peaceful and cheery and gleeful like all the seventeen year old girls are but fate had other plans. Margaret's feet lad her to her daughter and she hoisted her daughter up to take her home as she wasn't heavy since her a low appetite and a lanky body."What?"Charlotte asked the boy who did just thing stare."Leave me alone you wit". Charlotte snapped but he sat there, still like he was glued to the floor, his eyes boring into her making her nervous.
The New Girl (AI's Version)
The New Girl but by ChatGPTSome characters don't existSome characters do existNew characters that I might put in the original that I'm still writingAI universe and My universe are differentEnjoy :>
The Wet Pretzel Chronicles
This book is in celebration of Fall Out Boy coming out of hiatus two years ago... This is just one RaNdOm so if you'd like us to post ANYTHING in it, just PM us. If it's song lyrics, quotes, a chapter you wanted to write and dedicate to your favourite band member - just shoot it at us. This ENTIRE book is dedicated to the three members of the wet pretzel sisterhood (ps dudes this was a typo joke... Whatever you do - DO NOT google wet pretzel... You might be scarred for life.) @LeViNeFrEaK @kotaplier @RayLee07 are just *wipes tears* amazing!
Angrezi Medium Bollywood Movie Review | ashoppingreviwa.com
grazie medium is the second film in a series built around education the first Hindi medium was about the struggle to get a child into an elite English medium school and raising medium is about the struggle to send a child to a prestigious college abroad watching the film (https://www.ashoppingreviwa.com/2020/09/angrezi-medium-bollywood-movie-review.html)I wonder if this was the world's first franchise based on such specific anxiety if it is then it's fitting that it's homegrown for Indians a child's education is an all-consuming priority as a parent I can assure you that these films tap into our most primal fears we've all had panic attacks that life will be over if a child doesn't get into X or Y institution we've all felt the desperation that Champak fields in this film Jumbuck is the proud owner of casita ramesh tan bond our inaudible he's also a doting single parent he says he was confused about whether to be a mother or a father to his daughter tarika and naturally ended up being both Jumbuck folds her clothes braids her hair presses her head while she studies for her exams since she was a little girl erica has dreamt of traveling abroad and has her heart set on a college in the UK on raising medium is the story of how far Chungbuk will go to get her there and honestly it's a pretty convoluted story it includes court cases cops criminals fake passports a large bag of cash which once again proves my pet theory that multiple writers equal messy script and racy medium has for bhavish man Dalia Gaurav Shukla winner shovel and Sarah Bowden (https://www.ashoppingreviwa.com/2020/09/angrezi-medium-bollywood-movie-review.html)
Criminal Soul
I left my old account due to reasons, and decided that I'd rather continue this story on my new one.Raja Forbid belonged in blood with the Mafia Forbid, her father was the boss.Her brothers, Mason and William, and herself weren't originally supposed to be raised in it due to their mother's insistance to try and leave them out of the life.But, after Raja coming to the world, their mother lost her life quickly afterwards.Richard went against his wife's will to leave the children out of the life, and hence, the three of them quickly were thrust into it.Richard particularly disliked Raja, because he believed that women were weaker than a male, emotionally and physically.Raja was taught "lessons" at the age of sixteen.By 18, she was assigned her first murder mission.By age 22, she accidentally discovered about the supernatural world when her intended target was a vampire and her sniper bullet didn't affect it.Raja is trained in snipers, hand to hand combat. She was dubbed Sharp Shot by the newspapers, police and the Mafia.Despite all this, Raja managed to push through, until the night she and William were caught sneaking out of the base.Richard in a fitful rage 'accidentally' killed William and left him dying in Raja's arms.Raja fled, the death of her brother was the last straw.While trying to keep under the radar, she encounters the Winchester on the current hunt she was on.And soon later the Angel friend, Castiel, who seems to know more than he's willing to share with Raja.There are things better left unsaid, but there is also others where if it goes unspoken, it will backfire.
emo trash from your fairlylocallaneboy
rantsโtrashโfanficโall for my fellow trashcansโโโ
Breaking the Rules.
Cameron Webster~ Alone. Pain. Tired. Trapped. On repeat. All day every day. I scream. And I cry, I cry for them to hear me. I beg for them to. They never do. I need help. I need someone's help, but they don't believe me. They never do. I'm useless, they say. I'm broken, they say. No one will ever love me, and they're right. Then the biggest thing happens yet. I move. To a boarder school. My mom says she "can't deal with you anymore. Cameron you're this whole package and I- Steve and I just can't deal with all of that" "maybe that's why your dad left- because of you. You pathetic, worthless, piece of crap" Steve my mom's soon to be new husband says. Mom doesn't say anything. She never does. She doesn't stand up for me. She lets him hurt me. I turn away to cry, before spitting out "I hate you" to her face. A hard slap lands on my face. I wince. I'm moving. They don't believe me, (in the future) but I just wish he could. He helps me. He doesn't know he does, but he does. His smile. His laughter. His eyes. But I don't exist in his world. I'm quiet. I put on a smile, I stick my nose into every book I can. Just to escape from this pain. This everything. He plays hockey. Hockey makes me feel better. It makes me remember. I miss my dad. But I'm invisible, to him. So I sit here alone. Alexander Sinclair~ Laughter. Nervous. Pride. Happiness. I'm head captain for our hockey team. And I'm the QB for our school football team. Boarding school. Lee Trinity's school for the troubled. The boys corridor to the right, and the pristine bitche- cough I mean the girls to the left everyone here is so damn fake. That you could pop the girls boobs with a push pin, and deflate the boys dicks. But not her. That's why I am walking out here. In the fucking freezing snow. Inhaling the smell of those strawberry's and the beach. I see the most breathtaking thing... the girl who became my roommate. Cameron.
Wonder Woman Womanhood
I have always been human. long before this word became so popular and everyone is having it in their Bio on Instagram. I have been more humane than most of the people surrounding me even from very early age! I believe it's purely because of that, I have always been excluded. I was never anyone's favourite. I was simply too much to handle. Too strict. Too Right. Too kind. That's in early age is never fun. Apparently it's still not fun in adulthood. Being Authentic, being different and being myself has always gotten me the second place. Now I don't know why people keep saying that being yourself is the most precious thing ever if it's that unappreciated! but people say a lot of things now a days while they purely mean the opposite. Sometimes they don't mean anything at all, they're just following a trend! Anyways, Being myself, despite the fact it's been my hardship, it's something that I've never regret it for a second. And I believe it's the reason behind every good thing I have or experienced in my life. That doesn't mean It was an easy ride. It also doesn't mean I am done struggling or I know myself or understand how it works 100%. I don't have a clue how to take control of my life. And despite the fact I am a very educated, reasonable and sensible person, despite the fact I have most of the questions answered. I am still struggling and I am in pain. I don't know where I am in my life, what's my purpose, why I am not happy and in peace with myself and in my life, what I should do to get out of this dilemma and most of all, When these voices in my head are going to stop. I wish I can take life more lightly, worry less, stop stressing and overthinking. To a point my conscious self is somehow separated from my subconscious self. I decided I will write, talk , do whatever it takes to get all these emotions and ideas outside my little poor helpless tired brain. Maybe when it's all out, I will have some space to breath.. .
Ambushed
-He looked at me with so much depth that I felt like a serene ocean -I again felt lost in his eyes and even this time they told me that he was like an ocean . Right now with our hands entangled he feels like a serene ocean but I would've embraced every wave that explode inside of him with just as much love , always. Where taehyung become Jungkook soul And Jungkook become his home.
Music is โคโคโค
"I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music."