Re:zero Wattpad Novels & Stories

Using my code as the president to log in, inputting his name Ronan Nightshade, the program begins scanning. Then, the screen flashed after a few seconds. SIGNAL, NOT FOUND. My eyes narrow as i run it again, but the same message pops up. Then a new text pops up, STUDENT : RONAN NIGHTSHADE STATUS : DELETED. Something shatters inside me, deleted like he never existed, i throw the phone across the room, and it explodes into pieces. Dax steps forward cautiously. “Kieran … calm down.” “I'm calm, track Ethan." My voice comes out eerily calm.

It's because she had once had an encounter with a vampire and though her memories were wiped, there was still that lingering feeling at the back of her mind that there was something out of the ordinary existing in their universe. “You will forget the name Cruella D'vile, and every other memory attached to that name. You never lost your job, the murder cases were solved and closed a year ago, it was a wild beast who escaped into the woods but hadn't shown up ever since then. You never had any marks on your neck, after the accident, your father didn't make it and you grew up to become one of the best detectives in Richmond City and eventually got promoted to Lieutenant." Cruella glanced at the

I then resolved to shoot for the sky even when I have no competition to motivate me. "What are you writing?", I asked, trying to feel less awkward. "I'm writing a story on Wattpad, "The Battle of Wits: War Against Bullies". Would you like to read it and tell me what you think?, It isn't much. Just an author note and the prologue, which I'm writing that I want to publish tonight". "The title sounds cool. I would have asked for the synopsis if not that I don't like spoilers or anything that looks like it. I'm on Wattpad, so I'll read it and drop my review for you in your DM"

“Get out!” Ruby met the icy look in his eyes and forced herself to stop. She was sobbing so hard that she could barely speak. “Zach, I only did all this because I love you! When we were children, you said you’d marry me when we grew up! But you broke your promise and fell in love with another woman... “I never intended to break you and Coco apart, but after I came back to River City, you came whenever I called. You fixed my plumbing, changed my light bulbs, and hung my curtains. If you didn’t have feelings for me, why would you help me?”

Johnny picked up the mate-bond dissolution application and flipped through it again and again. "Impossible! I've never signed this! This has to be forged! A fake!" I shook my head and let out a frigid chuckle. "If it's forged, do you think the alliance wouldn't find out? Are you questioning the alliance's capabilities?" Johnny's eyes turned red as he rushed at Zack, grabbing him by the collar. "What did you do to make Carla want to be your mate?!"

Orange light bled across the skyline in thin strips, and the streets below were still quiet, still unhurried, the whole city existing in that brief window before the day remembered its urgency. Valerie had no such luxury. She had 365 days. Maybe less. She opened her phone and created a new note, private, password locked, titled simply: RR. Rewrite. Reclaim. Ruin. She had not decided which word fit best yet. Perhaps all three. She began typing. Poultry, location, startup cost, supplier contacts. Feed mill collaboration window: eight months. Inheritance, do not sign. Do not sign anything. Secure legal advice quietly. Anthony's weakness: ego, fear of his father's disapproval, obsession with app

Stay safe! Also, my Instagram account is called write_the_tea! It's up on my Wattpad account- Pelton02 P.s feel free to check out my other stories "Dependent On You" and "A Passion That Was Poison"

His life was complete now. Iris marveled at the power she had over him. Who would think that the might Alpha Conqueror could be a vulnerable as to cry over her? _ THE END_

I walked past her calmly. I didn't stop or even glance at her. The sound of my shoes echoed across the polished marble floor, steady and clear as I walked farther away. Her figure, along with the magazine in her hand, remained behind in the shadow of the bright city lights. The floating comments kept scrolling. [Now this is a real male power-fantasy story!] [All that distance he walked, and he never once looked back.] [The real story of his life is only just beginning!]

I've just gotten back from a business trip when my wife, Lisa Irwin, steps onto the windowsill. She looks at me, tears streaming down her face, and whispers, "I'm so sorry, honey." Then she jumps in front of me. Our three-month-old daughter, Ariah Conner, lies silent in her crib. She's not breathing, and her skin has turned a deep purple. Beside her, our nanny, Aunt Caitlin, lies unconscious with blood pooling from a head wound. The police tell me Lisa was sexually assaulted before she died, and Ariah suffocated. The security cameras were down. There was no sign of forced entry. In a single day, my whole world shatters. Every clue points to a phantom who doesn't exist. I spend five