Writing Stories

Evangeline Lily Potter has always lived in the light. The perfect student, Gryffindor golden girl, and Harry Potter's twin sister - she knows what it means to be watched, to be expected to shine. Stubborn, clever, and just a little too sarcastic, she has no patience for rule-breakers or troublemakers. Then, in her sixth year, he shows up. Mattheo Riddle. The new Slytherin transfer with dark eyes, a dangerous smirk, and a last name that carries enough weight to crush her. Son of the Dark Lord. The boy everyone whispers about. The boy she swears she can't stand. Both with a Legacy written in blood. They're opposites in every way - sunshine and stormcloud, Gryffindor and Slytherin, Potter and Riddle. She's the definition of order, he's the definition of chaos. But when sparks turn into fire, and insults turn into late-night conversations, Evangeline finds herself drawn to the one boy she should hate the most. A boy who might be the only person who truly sees her - not "the Chosen One's twin." It's reckless. It's dangerous. It's forbidden. And it might just ruin them both. "A love story that was never supposed to happen." Ratings: 🥇 - #harrypotteruniverse (29/11/25) 🥇 - #writing (30/11/25) Nr 3 - #Sarcasm (3/12/25) Nr 5 - #Dracomalfoy (30/11/25) Nr 6 - #Riddle (29/11/25) Nr 9 - #MattheoRiddle (29/11/25) Nr 12 - #enemies (30/11/25)

Veernash x Aaradhya : - Arranged marriage - green flag male lead - hidden identity --------------------- Ahaan x Falak : - replaced groom - he fell first but she fell harder - possessive FML --------------------- Ayansh x Kajal : - forbidden love - touch him and die - marriage of convenience --------------------- Ivaan x Vamika : - Enemies to lover - he fell first, and both fell harder - possessive MML join the journey of these four boys ( veernash,ahaan,ayansh,ivaan) who have no time for love and girls but what will happen when their path cross with these four girls (aaradhya,falak,kajal,vamika) ?

He has a plan. A plan built to tear a man's life apart - vein by vein, breath by breath. From that cursed day, all he's ever wanted was to ruin him beyond recognition. But death? Death is silence. Death is peace. And peace is mercy. He's not here to be merciful. To reach him, he will use his sister - make her the path, the bait, the weapon with no way back. He will step into her life out of nowhere, on a night so black the stars choke on their own light, and twist it until it screams. She will let him - at first. She will let him ruin her. Until she belongs to no one. Until she can't even belong to him. And that's where everything starts to burn. Because somewhere between the threats and the ruin, between the lies and the blood - something far more dangerous takes root. A love that tastes like vengeance. A love that kills as much as it keeps alive. A love that is both a weapon and a wound. Because yes, it's a tale of revenge. Revenge that will scar souls, ruin innocence, destroy lives, and expose secrets that will shatter their existence. She's not weak. She's not fragile. But she will scream. She will cry. She will bleed. He is strong. He is unbreakable. But he will shatter. He will fall. He will break. Because again, it's a tale of revenge. And of a love that will burn them to ash. But one question cuts deeper than all the rest - Revenge, but whose?

Khushi Kumari Gupta believes in love, laughter, and happily-ever-afters. Arnav Singh Raizada believes in control, logic, and keeping his heart locked where no one can reach it. Their worlds were never meant to collide- until one unexpected encounter in Lucknow ties their fates together in a way neither of them can undo. He is the storm she never saw coming. She is the warmth he swears he doesn't need. But every time they cross paths, something pulls tighter... sharper... impossible to ignore. In a journey where hate blends with longing and pride battles against desire, one thing becomes clear: Some hearts don't fall in love. They get knotted.

What if the honmoon wasnt the only thing holding back evil demons?. What if there was a worldwide Council of Slayers and hunters from many countries all working together to protect 'The Great Barrier' which surrounds the whole world? What if a low ranked demon slayer was chosen by Celine on her request to the Council of Slayers, for help turning Korea's 'Honmoon' golden? This is that story. Join my vision as a low ranked demon slayer from Wales is chosen to aid Huntrix in the week running up to the films story, and a side view of the films story, answering burning questions and exciting new situations without changing the real story in any dramatic way.

Hell will be more peaceful for them- He said while laughing like a maniac

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Harry Potter and Julie Clarke had spent three years arguing, laughing, falling for each other and pretending it had never happened. Now, in their fourth year, things are different. The teasing hits a little deeper. The silence lasts a little longer. And the feelings they've tried denying in their third year aren't so easy to hide anymore. 🤍 Characters I own: Julie Clarke Mason Clarke Livia Clarke John Clarke Maddison Stewart Lilith Pierson Levi Stewart Emma Cumpston Juniper Nibbles

Fancy writing some short fiction? This collection contains a series of prompts that can be used as a personal challenge, a way to compete with your fellow Wattpadders and of course a great place to find some great stories. Everything from vignettes to flash fiction, a celebration of all things Short Story

"I can't believe you, again!" I shouted, my voice trembling more from hurt than rage. "You always do what you want, never thinking about anyone else!" He stood there, arms crossed, his jaw tight. "I'm not answerable for every breath I take!"he bit back. The words hit harder than they should have. For a moment, I couldn't even speak. "You are my husband," I finally said, my voice low, dangerous. "And if being with me feels like a burden, you should've said it long ago." His eyes darkened In two strides, he was in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. He held my chin between his fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze. "You think I stayed because it was easy?You think I fought every damn battle for myself?" he said, voice rough. "I stayed," he said, softer now, each word like a strike against my heart, "because every day without you... felt like breathing without air." The room spun. I blinked, unsure if I'd heard him right, the anger draining out of me in one dizzying rush. He leaned closer, his forehead brushing mine. "You're not my burden, jaan. You're the reason I even bother fighting." For the first time that night, I had no words left only the way my heart betrayed me, beating far too fast against my ribs. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 : •Brothersbestfriend •She fell first but he fell harder •Mature × clumsy •Replaced bride •CEO × MBBS

That's right. I'm writing a new fanfic. My new obsession? Osora! ❤️‍🔥 If you don't know what Osora is- it's a Webtoon! But be warned- you will get addicted to it 🫠💔 I found it randomly because of an edit and now I'm far too obsessed. So now I have to write about it. Since I've already been daydreaming about Osora all the time now- I should probably write. (I'm definitely obsessed too much... like it hurts that its not real 😭) I hope you enjoy! And I'd love to ramble about Osora with anyone 🫶 ⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ Original fanfic ideas written by- Dakotahstacy3 ONLY on Wattpad. Osora is a Webtoon written by Toni Renea. None of the characters or artwork belongs to me! Go support them! November, 25- 1k reads! ❤️🥰 Top Rankings in 2025: #4 t4t #14 transman #2 transmasc #13 Osora

Ashley a 13 years old girl moved to Hawkins with her older brother where Ashley meet max,Mike,Dustin and etc. But Ashley didn't know in what an adventure she will be involved soon.

❝The stars summons my mourning words in pen, as the starry night consoles my shunned pain. ❞ - 𝒮𝓀𝓎𝑒 Note: My poems here are also posted in All Poetry account. @skyelogeia.✨ https://allpoetry.com/Skyelogeia

When Ziyana Raza's cousin is abandoned by a fiancé who appeared to have loved her very much, it's Ziyana's last straw. A former hopeless romantic-now disillusioned by too many betrayals and heartbreaks-Ziyana abandons all notions of true love and vows to remain single forever. "Forever" meaning as long as her Pakistani Muslim family's patience for her singlehood thins. Besides, she's too busy hating her grueling corporate job as a data analyst, anyway. And as long as she tells herself that true love and the sacred bond of a husband and wife spoken of in the Qur'an is only for a few lucky souls, she'll be fine. But right when she's settling into a somewhat comfortable routine of avoiding men and scoffing at the idea of marriage, Shahzain Shah barrels into her life. Charming, infuriating, and a little too observant, the new BI Manager of her company seems determined to challenge Ziyana's cynicism, missing no opportunity to alert her of how absurd he thinks her "plan" is. On top of that, he's sharp and demanding in the workplace she already hates, making him her thirteenth reason for quitting. But as much as he gets on Ziyana's nerves, he also...somehow knows all the right things to say, the right things to do. Recognizes and appreciates her intellect. Befriends her brother and respects her parents. Makes her laugh even when she's trying desperately to hold it back. She can't help but reminisce that an old version of herself would have thought Shahzain checked all the boxes for a potential spouse. Too bad she's dead set on her mission...right?

.𖥔 ݁⌞ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋⌝˖⋆ ˚ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐘𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐙~ the ruthlesst face mastermind behind the Yilmaz Venture. A self-made billionaire, arrogant and self-obsessed, he walks with the weight of power and the chill of isolation. An emotionless creature in a world he built from scars and steel. He whispers prayers to God-not for himself-but for his enemies, begging for mercy on their behalf, because mercy is a word long erased from his own dictionary. 𝐌𝐔𝐇𝐈𝐁 𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐍 ~ the company's Chief Financial Officer, is the quiet soul in the storm. Known not just for his tireless work ethic and sharp intellect, but for the warmth in his smile and the softness in his eyes. Gentle in tone, loving in presence, Muhib believes in patience over impulse, kindness over dominance, and the quiet power of waiting for the right time. To know him is to feel safe-even in the most uncertain moments. 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐙 ~ a law student with fire in her words and steel in her spine. Stubborn, blunt, and unapologetically real, she was raised in a home nurtured by brotherly affection and her father's unwavering support. Behind that bold exterior lies a quietly beating heart, holding onto a long-kept crush-someone she's still waiting for, with silent hope and fierce loyalty. She's always known who she wanted.someone she's been waiting for... and someone she never saw coming. But what happens when the heart begins to question its own truth?will her silence become her biggest mistake? 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. Turn the pages,answers lie beyond the pages that holds its secrets close. ꪻ᥅ꪮρꫀᦓ:⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ •Enemies to Lovers •love triangle

Emma Grace Brown a singer that can make anyone speechless with her voice of gold. She lights up every room she enters. Sweet, stubborn, loyal, not afraid to speak her mind and a little to soft for her own good, she's the kind of girl who believes in love - or at least, she used to. Then came heartbreak. And walls so high, she swore no one would get past again. Malachi barton: her older brother's best friend. He's cold, off limits, and has a reputation for breaking hearts and never looking back. They don't get along. At all. He's trouble. She's too much. At least that's what they tell themselves. But everything changes when they're forced into each other's lives - and the tension between them stops feeling like hate... and starts feeling like something else entirely. Late nights. Stolen glances. Almosts. He sees the songs no one gets to see. She sees the version of him that is hidden away. He was never supposed to mean anything. She was never supposed to matter. She promised she'd never fall again. He never planned to care. But what if the one person you were never supposed to want..... Is the only one who really sees you? Ratings🥇 Nr 1 in #brokenfamliy 1/10/25 ❤️‍🩹 Nr 1 in #forcedproximity 5/10/25 Nr 2 in #read 17/11/25 Nr 3 in #brothersbestfriend 19/10/25 Nr 2 in #writing 19/11/25 Nr 3 in #friendships 28/10/25 Nr 5 in #teens 11/11/25

Status: Temporarily closed Interested in some constructive criticism? Want to know what awards I've judged? This is the place where I keep track of informal feedback requests, detailed scoring for awards, full book reviews, and anything else of that nature. If you're interested in getting some feedback from me, read on. Credits: Cover created by @lostlovefairy. All other graphics created by me using resources and tools in Canva Pro unless otherwise noted.

Poetry is the easiest way of expression for some, not only experiences but feelings. This book is a set of poems about feelings, experiences and thoughs that linger in my mind day and night. There's letters too that will never reach the eyes of those who they're intended for, though some are just based on emotion. I write because I hope that someone comes across this and thinks "hey this is relatable". Some may resonate with experiences that awaken sacred fragments of memories, or some may just deeply impact. I write because that's the easiest way I can express any feelings. I write for fun, for love and for awareness on certain topics. All poems and letters are original by me :) Most aren't aimed at anyone specific, but just product of my imagination.

christmas one shots to countdown to christmas. however theres a twist, the prompts been given anf you have to choose the youtuber. once you decide on a youtuber for a prompt (that hasnt already been chosen) i will put an 'x' under it to confirm it and write it on the day its chosen.

Excerpts from books I'll never write, poems, scenes and imaginings - all written in the early, untouchable hours of the early morning. Basically a brutally honest recount of where my head is in the twelve-four.