Historias de Coldfeet

A very short story about cold feet and surfing.

A story about Freya, a freshman who falls in love with the wrong sophmore. Later on in life they get engaged and Freya is starting to have some doubts later in the grasp of that ring.

MALE READER! A heart-wrenching tale of lost love. Y/N and Timothée were once madly in love, until a series of misunderstandings and mistakes tore them apart.

2 weddings that weren't mean to happen... and one that was. A 3-part story on how two people shouldn't have messed with fate.

Emma is getting cold feet with her upcoming wedding. Paul, her fiance, is the controlling type, a planner. The kind of guy whose head overrules his heart. He's a great guy for the right girl, but Emma is a free spirit and it's bugging her. Taking a break from the stress, she heads back to her charming little coastal hometown for a relaxing weekend, and finds that Jake, her first love, is still there, running his family's hardware story. Emma realizes her future depends on her next step. This is my first attempt at a Hallmark type romantic story!

She became the back-up bride, like the consolation prize to every loser who could never win. (c) 2016 determinants [Book #2 of The Unfortunate Weddings Series] [#6 Spiritual; 07/05/16]

Witness a wedding, Where tears are definitely shedding With emotions expressed bright and clear This could very well be the wedding of the year With a Depressed sister and Lonely aunt With a Judgemental mother and a father obsessed with plants With a P.O.V from the bride, groom, family & friends This story does not have a Mamma Mia trend Watch the events leading up to the wedding fold This is POETICALLY TOLD. Highest Rank- #97 on ChickLit

Rachel has the perfect fiance and life, but something is missing. Her old love comes back days before her wedding and she is conflicted.

I had my life all planned out on paper since I was nine years old. Talk about a young girl so full of vision, one who knew her onions and was so focused on where she was headed. But these were the lies I made people believe of me. I had them thinking I had my life all planned out and was ready to go for whatever I wanted. I lied... Because each time I claimed I needed retreats to build upon my vision, I laid lifeless hiding beneath the shadows... This began when I was seventeen years old.. The day I had met him. For a girl who suffered teenage depression all through her life, even as a preteen, I thought awakening love would be my pathway to healing. "Hey, Doxa!!!" I heard his voice, shouting my name down the corridor. I gave myself the appellation "Doxa" when I was twelve. In quest of my purpose, the name came into being, I just knew God had a glorious destiny for me so I decided to be called "Glory" in Hebrew. Luis was my spec. My perfect definition of 'Mr Handsome" like,who wouldn't behold his alluring facade and be smitten? "Yeah, hi" I smiled, waving back at him. "How are you doing?" he asked, still in the warm embrace "Fine," I was still smiling gleefully and don't blame me. It's not like it wasn't worth it. He was "drop alive" gorgeous! "You smell nice", he sniffed me as we withdrew the hug. " thank you," I blushed, there was also something delicate about his compliments that always swept me off my feet. "You welcome, are you busy this evening?" He asked, giving me a light smile with his mixed American accent. "Em...no, why?" I knew why. He usually asked this whenever he missed me. At this point,I must admit, I am even scared to continue narrating. I'm afraid I would rip open my scars again... AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION. ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENT THAT SEEM OTHERWISE SHOULD BE CONSIDERED COINCIDENTAL. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE! ©illustrious_joy