when the time actually came...when you met your boyfriend...on the internet...
"Come on,really?" It was. Alchemist kamishiro saw the news of the kingdom being in war. He knew that if that were to happen,his princess would be in danger,either getting kidnapped as a threat for the king, or the "danger" of getting married to a jerk for peace. He knew he was getting her out of thisFollows the story of a princess and an alchemist falling in love, what could possibly happen to them?
the title. I've decided that I'm not allowed to go back and change/read these, so they'll get worse as they go (:
{ completed } **EDITING**#62 in "joshxreader"#79 in "joshxreader" 07/22/18"Y/N, you've been an amazing person," the whole stage went silent. "You completely changed my life, and made me a really happy man, I love your smile. I love everything about you, you're the tear in my heart" everyone was recording and I could hear our group laughing and smiling. Josh revealed a white rose."Y/N would you please be my girlfriend?" He kneeled down and the whole room went silent waiting for a response, as I was staring at his brown nervous orbs.:.:tw: cussing, mentions of suicide in few chapters, depression, guilt, attempted murder.:.:..
Tails Always Wanted To Be A Female So He Invented A Machine To Change His Gender Now Tails Is A Hot Sexy Female
My name's Kat! I'm part of a book that I kinda became apart of! The people that I met there are like my family, and this is our Role Play book!This @PendulumXYZ's Wattpad Friends! I'm writing this book from an idea that I had. It's all of us doing different role plays. This is mostly for Wattpad Friends, but if you want to join in, I'm sure everyone will accept you! Each chapter deals with a new type of role play.The rules are this:1. No Cussing2. No killing anyone, unless we all agree that bad person shouldand. . .3. No putting in anything inappropriateThe way things are gonna work are gonna go like this:I post a part that goes on for a little while, and then the people in Wattpad Friends will continue on with the role play even after the next part is put out. Every 2 or 3 role play chapters, I will post an Author's note, and you can just message each other there.I think that's it. Thank you all that read this! See you in the first chapter!
Leonora feels herself crumble for the first time in years, the last time being when she was abandoned by Rafal, and as a result is open to the new ideas suddenly being thrust upon her by this woman she is introduced to via unconventional means.(The school for good and evil Movieverse)
(Y/N)/Carnage: "Let there be....CARNAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"My Name is (Y/N) (L/N) Parker and I am....Red Death/Carnage....I don't know what happened to me when I remembered about I was dying before I was resurrecting alive by a symbiote. All my memories was erased and I couldn't remembered all everything around me and who I am...or what I am and I was being homeless for 8 months and I hide myself to use my power to defend myself and fighting some goons of supervillains: Hammerhead or Kingpin. The fact is...I was tried to become a human for what I am and I must find out whoever I am.But one thing is...I am not (Y/N) (L/N) Parker...and I am Red Death Or Carnage. That's what or who I am become him.
❝She kills without second thought.❞•Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies."You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes.Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight.There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess.The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me.Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life."Mine,"•Completed ✔️MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF#1 in TEEN FICTION
In which a boy in a bookstore finds a broken boy and they fall in love and fix each other.--'Tell me a story, L-lou.' Harry asked, sleepy.'What about, love?''Anything. Make one up, if you like?' 'Okay,' said Louis, thinking for a second. He reached out his hand, and took Harry's in his.'It was a warm day in September, 2008. A shorter-than-average boy with brown hair and blue eyes had just got a new job at a store that sold books. His job was boring, but he loved meeting the new customers. He was only a few days into this job when a tall boy with curly hair and headphones walked in. This tall boy was shy and barely spoke, but he had a big heart and a lot of love to give. The boy with the curly hair slowly began to trust the other, and the boy in the bookstore began to fall for him. But he was afraid, he had never had a crush on another boy before. He didn't know what people would think, and he was scared to be himself. But the younger boy, the one he had fallen for, had taught him to be brave. He had taught him to love again after getting constantly beaten down. The boy with curly hair didn't have it easy, either. So they helped each other. They built each other back up. Now, little over a month later, the boy in the bookstore is holding the hands of the broken boy as he tries to sleep. It was them against the world...' --Contains mentions of domestic abusive, eating disorders and self harm. Read at your own risk.