Inktale The Artist Daughter/son (Ink Sans Daughter/son)

The one thing Madelyn desires most in the world is to wear diapers again, and she is prepared to do anything to make that wish come true.As inexplicable as that desire is for a twelve-year-old girl, it is one she has obsessed over for the past three years. Ever since Madelyn tried on a pull-up that a distant cousin had used for bedwetting, the thought of what it would be like to wear diapers again has been a desire she has been unable to shake.Every other plan to get her hands on diapers or pull-ups has failed up to now. But this time it is going to be different. This time it is going to work. This time she isn't going to back out at the last minute.The plan is simple. All Madelyn has to do is intentionally begin to wet the bed at night. Then, her parents will have no choice but to get her the diapers she so badly desires.What could possibly go wrong?Update schedule: Every 3 days at 4 p.m. CST

Olivia Moore the twin sister of Owen Moore as been informed that Abby was sneaked out and Owen didn't come back on his patrol with Danny. (I KNOW IT SUCKS) I DONT OWN THE STORY OR THE CHARACTERS! ALL THE STORY AND CHARACTERS ARE OWN BY NAUGHTY DOG! I ONLY OWN MY OC!

It's Valerie's first year of Uni. She didn't even think she'd make it this far considering everything that has happened to her over the years. Luckily, she has her best friend, Mable to brave it all with. She feels lucky to even be here but what happens when she catches the eye of a certain brown-eyed hockey player? Thomas Verner hates everyone. It's a known fact. He has enough on his plate with his brother, family, hotel empires and more. The last thing he needs is to be obsessed with the one girl that hates him.Dual POV!TW!: Mentions of abuse, harassment and vomiting.The cover is not owned by me it is from Pinterest.

Book 1 of compilation of short Muslim love stories.Some serious and some funny stories. Short stories:1~ || Taqdeer - Destiny || (completed) 2~ || Ruhaniyat - Soulfulness || (completed) 3~ || Justajoo - Longing || (completed) 4~ || Shiddat - intensity || (completed) 5~ || Inayat - Blessing || (completed) 6~ ||Aashnaa - companion|| (completed)Cover by this beautiful soul @LihaMirza© All rights reserved by @elegant_zoeHighest ranking:#1 in prayer out of 2.58k stories on 18/12/21#6 in faith out of 21.4k stories on 16/12/21#5 in faith out of 21.4k stories on 22/12/21#6 in Muslim out of 9.56k stories on 06/01/22#1 in wattpadshortstory out of 213 stories on 06/01/22#1 in Dua out of 3.85k stories on 10/01/22#9 in shortstorycollection out of 15.7k stories on 15/02/2022

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"Sneha stop" he roared, but she didn't stop.She was running away from him, the beast of her life "no, I will never ever come to you" she yelled."I said stop or I will shoot you" but she didn't stop.Suddenly, she heard a gunshot and unbearable pain in her body, she collapse on the ground and darkness engulf her.What happens when Yuvraj Karan Singh Rajput falls for a ordinary girl yet bold Sneha Singh Rawat

ကိုယ်တစ်ခါမှမရေးဖူးတဲ့typeကိုစမ်းရေးတာပါပိုင်စိုးပိုင်နင်း/အရိုင်းဆန်တဲ့စာသားများပါတာကြောင့်ဖတ်ဖို့သေချာစဉ်းစားပြိးမှဖတ်ပါ⚠⚠⚠ဇာတ်လမ်းကတစ်စုံတစ်ရာနှင့်တူညီခဲ့လျှင်တိုက်ဆိုင်တာဟုမှတ်ယူပေးဖို့တောင်းဆိုချင်ပါတယ်⚠⚠ဖတ်မယ် မဖတ်ဘူးဆိုတာကစာဖတ်သူတွေအပိုင်းပါကိုယ်အနေနဲ့ဘာမှဝင်မပြောပါဘူးရှင့်ကိုယ္တစ္ခါမွမေရးဖူးတဲ့typeကိုစမ္းေရးတာပါပိုင္စိုးပိုင္နင္း/အ႐ိုင္းဆန္တဲ့စာသားမ်ားပါတာေၾကာင့္ဖတ္ဖို႔ေသခ်ာစဥ္းစားၿပိးမွဖတ္ပါ⚠⚠⚠ဇာတ္လမ္းကတစ္စံုတစ္ရာႏွင့္တူညီခဲ့လွ်င္တိုက္ဆိုင္တာဟုမွတ္ယူေပးဖို႔ေတာင္းဆိုခ်င္ပါတယ္⚠⚠ဖတ္မယ္ မဖတ္ဘူးဆိုတာကစာဖတ္သူေတြအပိုင္းပါကိုယ္အေနနဲ႔ဘာမွဝင္မေျပာပါဘူးရွင့္

"Do you know what they call you?" The sound of his voice bounced into my ears, finger sliding into me. "Powerful. That's what they call you" Damn him!Those pumps of his, were slow, careful, and while each push of his finger was every bit sensual to my being, I swore not to fall into that calm gaze he bore. "Luca.." My voice wavered, fingers digging into his arm. "Isabella" Followed his voice, breath fanning onto my skin. The words which were to be emitted turned heavy on my tongue, for I was only left meeting that gaze of his."Do you want me to stop?" I managed a nod, pushing back the gasp hung in my throat all through the time those grey eyes begat my profile. He tugged my legs even higher, bringing it to rest on his arms, and in the second my body came flat on the wall, his fingers were sure to push in and outside my area. And at once he stopped. My perspired figure left onlooking his comported one, those eyes of his ensured lingering on my profile. "I'd rather it be the last time I catch my own wife sending such sensation to the lot of other men" Followed his words. With that, he had pushed back on his feet, straightening his jacket, soon turning away from me. "I'll be waiting for you in the halls" Those were the words I heard right before he walked out, leaving me lingering in such perplexity which had gotten the most of my being. And while I struggled to find my own breath, I was left muddled on whoever this beast was whom I had gotten married to.~~~Strung on a chain of events, Isabella Campbell finds herself waddling through a rocky path, one which was to have her marred, or perhaps made. Joined in union to the son of an infamous Mafia conglomerate, she battles with adjusting to life with the Bonnuccis, and the dealings that comes with. CONTENT WARNING: This story is totally a work of fiction! It contains mature content, use of vulgar terms, and includes explicit narration of violence.