Aftertaste Stories

"Close your eyes, you can't hide Try to forget me, but I'm everywhere I'm the smell on your sheets you weren't ready when you left me there" {short story #2}

❛turns out that no one can replace me, im permanent, you can't erase me. i'll help you remember me one more kiss is all it takes. i'll leave you with the memory, and the aftertaste.❜ – shawn sung to me, as i turned around not looking back at him. ❛goodbye shawn, i love you❜ i smiled.

Shawn Mendes Fanfiction "Why can't you just let me go? Destiny insists on putting you on my way. Well, maybe you were right. You're permanent, I can't erase you." Emma was a Shawn Mendes's fan for a long time, however, she decided it was time to let it go when she moved to NYC for college. What she didn't expect was that the harder she tried to forget him, the most he kept coming back.

"You know what? Let's do something fun" she smiled at him not knowing what the whole night had plan for them that would change their perspective towards each other. Nova Brooks is an average sixteen year old working in a cafe with a normal life that is until Shawn Mendes came walking through the front doors of Dreamer's Cafe. What can an all nighter out adventuring the city do for both teens? That involves an aftertaste in the end. [Disclaimer: My fifteen year old self wrote this so expect very little errors here and there when reading along with a bit of cliches, Enjoy the story though!]

Vivian Colt is forced to go to a Shawn Mendes concert by her best friend Hailey Heart. Vivian bumps into a certain mysterious man wearing a red hoodie. Read to find out. P.s. sorry if this sucks I wrote this a long time ago and I'm not a major fanfic person it's kinda creepy to stock people but I didn't want this to just be deleted. If you want to write something based off of this you can.

Charlotte and Shawn instantly click when Charlotte realizes that Shawn brings out the best in her. When Shawn meets Charlotte he slowly loses his player ways.

This wasn't the end. This wasn't the beginning. This was just love. It was just life. Passionate kisses in the dark and warm hugs in the cold bedroom, love reserved for more intimate relationships of a higher gradient. It was truly meaningful, but beauty is only laced in toxicity. For with each kiss they share, one tastes mango and passionfruit, the other smoke and lust. One tastes chocolate and burning wood, the other nothing at all. There was no eye in this storm, no end to this mean. It was a tsunami spiraling out of control, deception in the smoke and glass crevices of their broken lives. With Sin and Everest, that was all it had ever been. Mouth against mouth, tongue against tongue, and after enough repetitions, all you would end up with was the bitter aftertaste. No eye in the storm, but a lie and a love worth shattering.

"Stay away from Shawn Mendes." That's what everyone keeps telling Grace, who recently moved from the bustling New York City to the quiet town of Pickering, Canada. She has no trouble making new friends, but everyone she meets keeps telling her the same thing. They want her to steer clear of Shawn Mendes. Shawn is the school's bad boy. No one will tell Grace anything about him, besides the fact that he's bad news. But she can sense that there's more to his story. Everyone seems to know something about Shawn that they won't tell her. Even though all her new friends beg her not to talk to him, her curiosity gets the best of her. Grace can't seem to stay away from him. She tries to befriend Shawn, and uncover the secrets in his past. Even if that means risking her life, and maybe even falling in love with him.

* * * * * * * * "What do you mean love is never exist? I can't believe a pretty girl like you would say so. What a waste." I can't help but feeling the blood rush up to my cheeks with his comment. But I concealed it well-or tried to. "What a rude dick," I huffed. He chuckled at my remark. "Let's say, if there's a person waiting for a good chance to your-barely-exist love life, would you take it?" "Why did you ask?" "Cause I can prove it to you, you know. Let me?" * * * * * * * * This is a story where a girl trying to loved and being loved. Her heart's wall was up enough for a no no romance. Little bit she knows that the cheeky boy she met would broke her walls down, and marks her heart his with the after taste of their collided lips.

Kí ức cũ cũng chỉ là kí ức cũ, người cũ cũng chỉ là người cũ. Như một bát bún riêu dù có ngon đến mấy thì sau này người thưởng thức cũng quên đi hương vị của nó. Soobin - một chàng trai tham vọng trong giới truyền thông có lẽ cũng đã quên đi, hoặc cố tình quên đi một điều gì đó. Quán cà phê bên đường đã kéo anh khỏi guồng quay mệt mỏi. Liệu giữa nhịp sống lặp lại, Soobin còn muốn níu kéo? (Vietnamese version)

"You're not who I thought you were." BOOK TWO OF AFTERTASTE (I highly suggest you read the first book first :))

Just imagine two strangers playing a game of truth or truth; and not to mention the both of them are experts in lying. [extended summary inside] *photo in the cover credited to the internet

i'll leave you with the memory and the aftertaste.

Aftertaste" is a story of a chance encounter between two strangers on a quiet street in a bustling city. Their brief moment of connection, wrapped in rain and the melody of the past, leaves behind an invisible bond that lingers far longer than either could have anticipated. That fleeting moment changes their lives, though they may never fully understand why.

The lyrics from Handwritten (not deluxe) and ILLUMINATE! I am back for some more ;) Buy Handwritten and ILLUMINATE on iTunes or in stores! (This does not include songs from his EP)

Georgia and Shawn have been best friends since the beginning until an unexpected event splits them apart for years. Each lead very different lives but when their paths cross, will it ever be the same again?

" you caught my eye because we are the same, no matter how different I pretend to be."