Ash is a model who becomes friends with Gabby Brooks and Matty Healy by chance. (I'm really shitty at descriptions, just read it yeah)
If you read this, I hope you'll see,the version of myself,I wish to be. here lies the heart of a troubled teen,making the best of her reality,images and views,for people to see,happy is all she wishes to be.poem requests are definitely taken, just tap on the book, take a look and see.DISCLAIMER! : I DO NOT OWN ANY ART USED IN THE BOOK OR ON THE COVER ! CREDITS TO RESPECTIVE OWNERS.I hope you enjoy : )Highest ranking : #2 in Poetry out of 293k stories#1 in Prose out of 8,92k stories
This was a creation story I had to do for a school assignment, so I thought I'd share it here. :)
.ΰ³ΰΏ β π π‘πππ π ππππ’π§π ππ₯ππ¬π‘ππππ€π¬ ππ«π¨π¦ ππ‘π’π§π π¬ π ππ¨π§'π π°ππ§π§π π«ππ¦ππ¦πππ«. β-ΛΛββββββββββββββββββββκ°α΄Κα΄Κα΄κ±α΄Κβ’ /fehl-eh-acer/a long-forgotten or suppressed event from your past that could reappear at any time and rip your life apart; that every day, you carry itd burden and unable to explain it out of dear, regret, or shame - leaving you to wonder if you'll ever heal from it.βΛ. ΰ Λβ¦ β Λ.Λβ¦ βΛ ΰ§ .Λβ -ΝΝΝβ A story where a second-year sorcerer comes back from her suspension and is ordered to protect a certain volleyball boy who was stupid enough to confuse a special-grade curse with red liquorice.βΛ. ΰ Λβ¦ β Λ.Λβ¦ βΛ ΰ§ .Λβ-ΝΝΝβ This story does not follow the plot for neither JJK or Haikyuu.-ΝΝΝβ I do not own Haikyuu or Jujustu Kaisen or any images in this book.
The past has finally caught up with them."It's not just any neck piece. There are only four of them in this world." "Where is the last one?" One of her classmates asked. "It's buried along with the owner." She said with a guilty expression. "We killed her." She looked at Sting and Rogue who wore the same guilty expressions._________________________________________cover made by @TheInfinityOfMaybe
Keith was his rival, was the person he could tease, and was the person who gave him that sense of assurance.With him gone, Lance manages to remain smiling.The only difference now, was that with each night, his eyes became clouds and his tears became rain. His pillow was the puddle, drenched in tears.When will the soft pitter patter of rain become the red paladin's storms?[a Valentine's Day short story]*updates every Monday*
Does Ben and his team want revenge for ruining all of his friend's lives? Let's find out on this epic and action-packed novel.
The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets.Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones.Was.It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his.This is my life. I am a pet.~~~Cover by: @mshacake
Snowbaz oneshot. 1.2K words. Baz came back to Watford a few days ago, and Simon has no idea where he was, or what he was plotting. It's driving him so crazy that he has to do something about it. Disclaimer: While the premise of the story is mine, the characters and all the details of the World of Mages belong to the wonderful Rainbow Rowell!Also, cover art is not mine! All credit goes to the very talented susannedraws from Tumblr :) Retrieved from http://susannedraws.tumblr.com/post/131710325494/inktober-day-22-simon-baz-from-rainbowrowells