Story By Alice in Wonderland
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Alice in Wonderland

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Just a dreamer creating stories that feel right and writing them to feel good. Join me on this journey of fiction. Because what you can\'t do in real life, you can do it in fiction. My love is for you all.
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Temptation
Updated at Apr 25, 2024, 14:39
In the heart of London, a love that defies all bounds emerges between Liam and Maya, siblings who become entwined in a forbidden romance. It is a hauntingly beautiful and tragic exploration of the depths of the heart and the harsh realities of a love that society cannot accept.
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Reunion with My Billionaire Ex
Updated at Aug 24, 2022, 14:20
I was back in school. He is the most handsome man I've ever seen, and he is in front of me, asking me to be with him. But I still can't jump in his arms and tell him I want him to. “Happy birthday.” His last kiss, but on the cheeks, and he left. What did just happen? Did he just…. I locked the door and dig a spoon deep into the cake. Only this can help. ­─ All night passed away in a blink of the eye but all I did was think about you. “Uh!!!” I can pull my hair, or stuff myself in the pillows, or smack myself in this stupid head, but I can't stop this feeling in my stomach, this feeling of leaving out on something that can actually turn into something precious. I can't think, I can't sleep. This isn’t new to me. It’s like I've lived this before. this blooming of innocent love, the tingling sparkles in my stomach, but it’s a strange and distant memory. I've been fooled and gutted by this once, not again. He is way out of my league and this time, I should know better. Uh! Uh! Uh! Die. Die. Die. I just want this feeling to die inside me. _________ What is the worst part of your dad’s company to go bankrupt and you from being ‘that girl’ to get to just be that girl? I knew half of the people in the freaking party I was asked to scrub the s**t of the toilet. And it was the most horrid I have ever been. I disguised myself in my uniform to spare the humiliation, but a click on the door just as I was about to deep-dive the brush in that mess, and I turned, as the door hastily opens and he was standing right there. He. Stan Cantrell. My boyfriend? No, we broke up a month ago. Then maybe the term ‘my love’ would be more suitable. Because he was, my first love. He and I, we, used to be the one all envied. But now, it's just him, the handsome Stan, and me, the beggar Maurice who took money from his family to leave him. I left him and the town behind with a promise to never turn back. I knew I could never go back. But after seven years, I have to see him again.
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