Wattpad Imagines Novels & Stories

Silas looks at me, brows furrowed, eyes glazing over with an emotion I can’t identify just yet. “I’ve been reading this book,” I begin, “And it got me thinking. It’s a romantic fantasy, of course, but that’s just what it is, a book. There’s no way Werewolves are real, just like Vampires aren’t real. Imagination is a curious thing because somehow, we created these species in our mind, put them in books and sell them to thousands of people. The concept of Werewolves is ridiculous, don’t you think?” “Really?” Silas frowns at me.

At first, one voice. Then another. A child from a distant planet imagined a garden between the stars. An old scholar imagined a library containing the history of both universes. A healer imagined a sanctuary. A traveler imagined roads connecting worlds. An artist imagined cities filled with colors that had never existed. A soldier imagined a future without another war. Millions of people answered. The Interworld stopped expanding. Liana felt their dreams enter it. The emptiness began changing. Gardens appeared. Cities. Libraries.

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"

"Because of you, Phillip and dad always think I'm weird for having imaginary friends!" “Gosh, getting to know you were the only goal in my life at that time. However, it was impossible with these huge wings. The Falsies do their best to keep people from thinking we are myths. Imagine if a human saw me, you might relax because you are kind and good at controlling emotions, but Philip? Your dad? They must be hysterical," explained Wiggy. Lillian smiled faintly, if the Falsies appeared as Wiggy's, she could be calm, but if it was a Troll or an Ogre, or even a one-eyed creature from Edmund's Palace, it seemed like no one could calm down.

I do understand that it would be easy for you to imagine their faces if I specify things. But why do you want to inhibit the levels of your imagination? I didn't specify anything because I wanted my readers to imagine whatever they want Anya and Ronan to be like. If you are black, Anya could be black. If you are white, she could be white. I didn't want to limit your imagination and so I chose to leave a grey area.

Helena's POV "OMG! I have this big room all to myself for two weeks," I muttered to myself and stood up. This is real!" I pinched myself and ran into the bathroom. Oh! It was magnificent. It was even more beautiful than the biggest house in Adelphi. Yeah, Adelphi it's my home town, the village I grew up in with love mixed with sorrow. Where all my misery started too. I don't want to remember the dreadful pasts for I gotta be strong for my family. I am in dire need of money to further my sisters education and cater for their needs. After dropping out from High school, I started doing various odd jobs to earn a living. To hell with things turning worse there(Adelphi). I have to come to New Yo

around the world" thing? " "That's my dream!" Ammit, immersed in her own imaginary world, clasping her cheeks with both hands, excitedly said I want to explore the jungle, cross the desert in a Jeed, and sleep in the southern white desert to hear the coconuts falling around. Or see the giraffes running on the tropical grasslands. Wow. It's all like a dream...! "

If you were reading this book on wattpad and you came here to continue reading, I owe you gazillions and I'll pay back in the little way I can, when the time comes. For now, please be a darling to drop a review before leaving... I'll really appreciate it. With love, Illusionistic.

'' I mutter under my breath. ''So did he . . . '' My voice almost inaudible as I sigh deeply, ''That was a pretty good story, huh? Do you think I should publish it somewhere? Online? There's this website called Wattpad and I heard that it's quite good. You never know, people might be interested in our love life.''

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and such. Hi! Thank you for reading my work. It's still in progress but if you're reading this, I'm really grateful and I appreciate your time. The story's idea was first made by the 12 year-old me (which was about 8 years ago). Too many things happened and because of our family transferring from one place to another, the papers on which I had written the story into, were misplaced and gone. I had them handwritten before. Luckily, I somehow got bored one day and remembered about this, so I decided to download Wattpad again and recover