A bunch of short stories to soothe your easy soul.

"Why? Why me?", I ask, infuriation prominent in my tone, with tears rapidly streaming down my face. "You should consider yourself a lucky shot. Not everyone has had this privelage", he snidely retorts, his ever so infamous smirk plastered across his deceivingly handsome face. I hate him. I have never loathed or dispised anyone this very much. He brings out the worst in me. He makes me aware of the fumes of abhorrence and contempt I never knew I had. But he also makes me realize something else I never knew I had.. Love. **** Cassandra Williams, a sixteen year old social introvert who does not comprehend or believe in love or any such human emotions, encounters a discourteous and unpleasant boy who she instinctively loathes inspite of his jaw-dropping looks. He brought out the worst in her. His arrogance, pride and exeedingly swaggering demanour resulted in the appraising of flames of detestation and hostility between them. A dark and highly secretive happenstance of his past serves the reason to his cold traits. He, like her, due to this ever so mysterious event perceives life in the most practical way, unable to comprehend or display any sort of sentiments. That's where the similarity ends. Cassandra involuntarily finds herself falling deeply in love with this exasperating boy, at the expense of her own paths and tactics. As she eventually ventures into a phase characteristic of love, life, downfall and heart break, will she ever get back to being her past self? Her love served a stone paved path destined to his iced core as she slowly finds herself unravelling the ever so conservative mysetery that is Dean Ryder. Love sneaked in unsolicited and claimed it's place, it's dominion immortally prevailing till eternity and forevermore. But little do they know that she has very little time left to love him endlessely...

From Villagonza Family, If you will read our story please be make sure that you can handle the situation.. Don't judge and just continue what you started.. We're rich so whether your hidin' in a small place but still we can find you..You can't avoid our existence cause we're going to let you remember all the happenings in our lives and you will never forget that.. When you hear Villagonza..We will be the one which will comes first in your mind..It will actually occur then you can't stop thinking.. Just giving you a Warning! *evil smile* ***ATTENTION: WITH A MATURE CONTENT SO BE PREPARED!! *** ©All Rights Reserved 2020

People express their feelings in many ways... Some express it by actions. Some express it by art and some express it by many other things... And "I express it by my words" In this you will read the words which once expressed my feelings!

"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

"How can I fall inlove? If my heart doesn't want to beat again. How can I release myself in the sadness and pain?If there is no way to get out." Yan ang mga katanungan sa isip ni Ericka Athena Valencia. Pero dadating kaya sa punto na baka sakaling buksan niyang muli ang puso niya? Na muling magmahal siya? Malaya niyang nadarama ang saya at tamis ng buhay lalo na ang pagibig, munit sa isang pitik ay parang dumilim ang buhay niya. Nawalan ng pag-asa. Halikayo't basahin ang kwento ng isang babaeng tatak sa inyong puso at isipan. _______________ Plagiarism is a crime. Please respect my work. Thank you. Started: December 31, 2019 Finish: ---

Fifteen-year-old Harry Potter wakes up in his cupboard under the stairs at number four, Privet Drive with no memory of the past five years of his life. What happened to his memory? What do his strange dreams mean? And most importantly, how will he survive in a school for incurably criminal boys? This is primarily a mystery, with a bit of shippiness thrown in here and there. Of course, if I told you WHO is involved in the shippiness, that would ruin part of the mystery, wouldn't it? This story takes place immediately after OotP (and thus disregards HBP). THIS IS NOT MINE. I JUST DECIDED TO CREATE A COPY OF IT FOR WATTPAD BECAUSE IT IS FROM A DIFFERENT SITE. ALL CREDITS GO TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR.

The letters started six years ago, at the time when nobody believe in him, Blake had EJ to motivate him. Having never met his fan in person Blake devices what he considers a fail proof plan to find the boy. However he wasn't counting on multiple people who shared the same initials to apply for the job, nor was he counting on EJ to start publishing the letters in the monthly entertainment colum. Emily Jones had a job up until three months after her college graduation. Jobless and in desperate need for money, she takes her roommates offer to write short stories for her entertainment column, but nothing is as simple as that. And a misunderstanding has her writing letters instead, she wasn't expecting a job offer from Redwood Inc or the fact that she now has to work with the subject of her writing. New cover thanks to Life_is_music1