Debut Or Die Wattpad Novels & Stories

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

An omega with no natural gift for combat, who spent her days buried in thick volumes of traditional medicine, studying rare root mixtures, drying herbs, and tending to the pack's feverish children. It was a modest, quiet life. A life I thought was built on the foundation of love and trust. And every single word of it was a lie. Augustine and Bea are not my parents. Leonardo is not my brother. The pain hits me again—a sharp, sickening throb right behind my left eye as I try to calculate the exact timeline. How old was Clara when she died? How long did she write in that diary before she swallowed poison? The details warp and blur like wet ink on newsprint, sending another fierce migraine pulsi

Hey guys, I'm back with the latest update. So, like I've mentioned in the previous chapter, that I'll be writing Jonathan's story as well right? Well guess what everybody?! It's finally published! Title? Drumroll please..... Fade Into You! Taa daa! Updates will be done frequently, so here's the plot. Faye Maria Antonio Castillo is no ordinary girl.

DEMOTED TO AN OMEGA (Completed) Alpha’s Slut Mate (Completed) MATED TO THE ALPHA CALLED LEGEND (ongoing, to be completed soon) I MARRIED MY BILLIONAIRE EX BY MISTAKE (Ongoing) ZEBULUN: THE CURSED ALPHA PRINCE. Love you and see you on the next ride.❤️🥹

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

he whispered. "For now," I said. "But it's just the beginning." I peered over the camp, the rogues who still followed Odessa for fear and a few who had begun questioning. I had planted the seed and now had to nurture it so it might grow into something bigger. Rebellion will not be born, in a day. It starts with whispers, shadows creeping in the dead of night. And I had intended to make those shadows my own.

My dad still points at me as I walk to the stairs. "Don't forget that I want to meet him!" My dad shouts as I walk up the stairs. I head up to my room, shaking my head as I enter my room. Parents. I look at my phone and realize that I haven't heard from the author in a while. I wonder what they are up to. Planning my death, hopefully. The readers probably expected some spicy stuff at this point. They will not get anything from me. They can go and read the original story if they want that. This is not another “Fifty shades of grey”.

“It is my pleasure to meet you.” Her head tilted slightly and then, she pushed her energy out even more. I raised a brow, wondering if her parents had not mentioned who I was to her. “Which family are you from?” she asked me, her tone sharp. Since I knew who she was, I ought to bow. That was what she must have been thinking. Though it would really have been easier to bow and let her go her own way, I felt the need to be stubborn. “Chloe Waterson,” I replied. “Fiancee of the future Alpha of Everdeen.”

"Before she left, Athena was still thinking about how to save this land. And you? You are supposed to be the future Alpha of this Pack. Remember your place." Caelum stared at the papers. "What are you going to do at the Snowwolf Pack?" His father's eyes were still red. "Do you think Athena wants to come back with you?" Caelum's fingers tightened on the papers, crumpling the edges. He remembered the rain that lasted three months in his past life. The flooded territories. The chaos that followed. Tears fell onto the pages, smearing the ink. Since being reborn, he had been so focused on saving Odette that he had forgotten the real disaster. Without the flood, the Snowwolf Alpha would never have

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.