Writen Stories

Marauders x reader some short some long some lily evans imagines as well 🖤😈🦋✨⭐️🔮💕

clover is going to a new town Florencia and thinks she gonna be alone but little do they know she's gonna meet a new boy

A NYC newcomer in the darkness of night.

if you ever come across to this, please paraphrase and don't copy my entire work. thank you.

When Ella wakes up to find her parents dead she runs for help but as she goes looking even further she realises something she never wanted to and now she has to face her fears.

Think of how a book becomes a book.

Quite a random piece that I wrote.

With a desperate yearning in his heart, he extended his trembling hands toward the smudged and murky surface of the crystal glass. Through its hazy reflection, his exhausted face loomed, adorned with streaks of dirt and remnants of tear stains from hours of inconsolable weeping. The image in the mirror mimicked his every movement, as if it were an extension of his own being. As both sets of outstretched hands pressed against the glass, an inexplicable force seemed to propel them forward, breaching the fragile barrier of the pane. There was no shriek of terror, no expression of fear on the faces of both figures. Instead, they stepped through the looking glass with an unspoken determination. The realm beyond beckoned, and they heeded its call. One by one, their feet crossed the threshold, until finally, one version seamlessly took its place on the other side of the crystal mirror. A sudden shift in surroundings startled him. No longer was he sprawled upon a worn and disheveled floor. Instead, he found himself reclining upon a surface that glistened with a pristine polish, radiating an ethereal glow. And as his gaze wandered, he discovered that the once-dirty pane of the crystal mirror now sparkled with immaculate clarity, void of his own reflection. It had vanished into thin air, leaving behind only the haunting emptiness of the room he had awakened in. "Sir...? Where are you? It's time to head to your father's funeral." The first words that reached his ears were tinged with a mixture of concern and urgency. The creaking of a door followed, revealing a figure clad in a somber suit. A warm smile graced the man's face as his eyes fell upon the person he had been searching for. "Ah, there you are, Sir Philip," he greeted, a gentle tone lacing his words, as if holding a profound understanding of the journey Philip had undertaken.

love isn't that easy (german)

A story that follows Coby, a citizen of Hell. Satan begins the story off With a bit of insight

The rain above your head. Think about it.

Poetry that I have written or liked very much!

A white blanket covers the forest, it is pretty in the day, but in the night things roam. Things that crave human flesh, things that were once humans, humans that were cannibalizes, Human who were infected. Humans that wonder in the frosted woods in the dead of night are there prey. Humans that escape the grip of these beast are lucky to live a normal life ever again.

A young lady returning from a painful break up in a harsh winter rain.

This is how I tend to wake up in the morning.

5 kids , Breccan , Asher , Kylan and the twins= Quinn and Lillian go on a midnight adventure to find quinn and lillians little sister who went missing with no trait in the middle of the night