Historias de Alonetogether

"The Girl Who Kept the Window Open" is a coming-of-age story about Elara, a girl who loses her best friend Mia at the age of eleven - and finds an unusual way to carry that loss through life.."

A girl gets messages from an unknown who knows her daily routine and slowly trusts the wrong person.

Bela Singhaniya × Mahir Sehgal "Tum??"Both of them shouted as they saw each other. Not again. They both sighed as they looked at each other. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Wese mujhe pata nhi tha tum issi building mein rehti ho......I mean mein yaha 3 saal se reh raha hu pr kabhi tumhe nhi dekha,abhi abhi shift hui ho na tum?"Mahir asked but Bela just raised her eyebrows at him. "I think hum yaha kaam ki baat krne aaye the,na ki yeh jaane ki mein yaha kab shift hui"Bela said and Mahir sighed,here comes the stern teacher. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Come on,you can trust me"Mahir said as he saw her hesistance. "I don't trust people"Bela said as she stared right into his eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Join Mahir Sehgal and Bela Singhaniya on their journey from strangers to lovers. Love doesn't come easily to everyone. Mahir believed in love having witnessed it closely but never wished for it for himself. Bela on the other hand didn't believe in love at all. How were these two going to fall in love?

After a night in Vegas, Seth and his companion Faline have a bad hangover. (C) AuthorArnold 2021-2024

دُهمَـةِ البُعدِ ، صَبوةِ القُربِ. لَا للبُعدٍ بَينَنا فَيَصيرُ الأنتِظارٍ مَلاحة. وَلا لِلقربِ بَينَنا فَيصيرُ اللِقاءٌ وِصال. - Vortiger Dominos Kravik. - Malenarda Eleanor Petrova. لَا نَتلامس وَلكِنـنا نَتقابل.

COMING SOON

a girl loved her parents but they left her fore ever to know about her story read this book will she find succes

SYNOPSIS THE GIRL WAS BULLIED ON SCHOOL AND THE GIRL NAME MAX MAX IS POOR GIRL HER PARENTS WAS DIE IN AKSIDENT ONE DAY MAX MEET A BAD BOY THATS THE DESCRIPTION PLEASE ENJOY THE STORY

This is a story about a boy name Sam meeting his roommate Donna and makes a journey starting at the orphanage and meet a friend named ash but he Kills him for his roommate Donna.

This is my collection of poetries which are written by me. I'm trying and still learning it. Poetry ongoing...

These are random little "things" I wrote about a girl or for a friend. I've decided that I wanted to publish the stories and of course I'm going to change some of the names for privacy reasons. Each story, I'll use a different name. Maybe I will occasionally go back to a name. Maybe not. That being said, not every story will have been about the same person (clearly). Only I will really know who each one is truly about unless I publicize it. Of course I will tell the person that I wrote it for/about because I always send my stories to the people I wrote them for/about if we talk still. Some stories will be connected. If I start having too many connected to each other, I will move them and end up making it into an entire book. I'll try to make a note at the beginning of a part if it is connected to another, and state which piece it is connected to. Maybe. If I decide to clarify that it is in fact connected to something. Maybe I'll just leave it up to the readers to decide which ones they think go together?

"What if we were the only two people in the world?"

Ever thought of the idiocy of a happily ever after? When does it ever work out? I almost got my ever after. It never happened the way I thought it would... **Disclaimer: All artwork was found on the internet; I did not make it.**

A young business tycoon Cha Sara moves in a 7 apartment building with 6 celebrity neighbors living in the new and most expensive apartment in South Korea, complex of "Hannam the hill" complex area "nine one hannam". The story of regular lives of them in the same building get involved somehow with each other. Sara wants to live a peaceful lonely life after it had a lot of rich step family drama but how that goes with celebrities in it is only to know along the way.

Inner thoughts of a lonely girl miles away

Envy had ran away from home in her early stages of life, now she is 15 and living alone with herself in the deep woods of England. But maybe there's hope for a friend and possibly more...

I'm going into my senior year. I have been writing poetry since 8th grade as I found it became a cure to my depression. Everything I've ever written are my feelings put onto paper that i couldn't find the words to say out loud. I never expected to show others my poetry for they were personal feelings, but the more time goes by the more I've realized I'm not alone. Some of these poems are have a lot of detail as small have very little. I became happy when I started writing, for therapy never worked so I made my own therapy session for myself. I thought I was alone for the longest time, but the more people I've allowed to read what i write, the more I've realized I'm not the only one in this fight. This is me telling you, you're not alone either.

For everyone staring at their ceiling at night