histórias de Cottage

For twenty-two-year-old Kate Richardson, life has become a predictable, numb routine of corporate emails, glowing screens, and silent city apartments. Her only saving grace is her family's annual summer tradition: a full, uninterrupted month at a secluded cottage on Bear Lake. No alarms, no rigid schedules, and thirty days of comfortable chaos with her loud, fiercely loyal cousins and siblings. But their tenth summer at the lake breaks the loop completely. An afternoon exploring the hidden, quiet corners of the island leads them to a massive, secretive luxury resort that wasn't there the year before-and directly into the orbit of an ultra-exclusive group of friends staying there for the season. Among them is Jackson. Tall, dark-haired, and possessing a gaze that completely halts the world around her, he is the first person in years to shatter Kate's carefully built boundaries with a single look. When an invitation to a late-night beach bonfire pulls their two groups together, a magnetic, undeniable spark ignites between them. What was supposed to be a predictable summer of family traditions quickly transforms into a breathless, unpredictable romance, turning a simple thirty-day vacation into the one summer Kate never saw coming.

Jay is on a summer holidays in a small cottage visiting his grandparents. He is happly relaxing every evening under the big tree on nearby meadow enjoying his alone time but not for long. One evening he is meeting a young handsome man that will change his relaxing holidays into the adventure he never expected...

Green Roses follows the 1st person point of view of a young girl named Nara Rose Gemini. Nara is socially reserved and withdrawn, Yet lonely and desiring companionship. The Story takes place in the 1900s somewhere in Pennsylvania. Nara's life greatly changes when she accidentally encounters a boy named Otto Bluebell, who ends up becoming her best friend. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Estimated word count: 50-65k

Welcome to Ordinary Stories. A collection of cosy short stories about ordinary people, quiet moments and the small acts of kindness that often go unnoticed. From countryside bookshops and village lanes to unexpected friendships and stories of love, loss and community, these tales celebrate the beauty of everyday life. For readers who love warm drinks, rainy afternoons, found family, gentle romance and characters that feel like old friends. Because sometimes the smallest stories leave the biggest mark.

The forest usually spreads its eyes to see who came through its lands, Vaelorne, a hunter who served a Town who treated him lower than the rats on the streets. Killing anything that is humanoid enough as they are labeled a threat in the forest near the town as a way for payment of his acceptance until a white haired lady tending her mushroom garden was next on the list and the "protectors Of the town" wanted her dead.

#Journey #Fantasy #love #cottagecore #swords #Guard #Royalty #Hefallsharder #Forest #sweetlove #Woman Protagonist ______________________________________________________ 💚🌸🪨 Lark was never meant to question her role-only to fulfill it. Trained to protect but overlooked : escort Brin, the kingdom's guarded heir, safely to Killisto. He is everything she was taught to defend-valuable, controlled, untouchable. But Brin is not what she expected. Sharp-minded and quietly defiant, he resists the path laid out for him just as much as Lark has begun to doubt hers. What starts as duty turns into something far more complicated as they leave the safety of structure behind and step into a world neither of them fully understands. And they are not traveling unnoticed. From the shadows, danger sneaks for both. As loyalties blur and truths begin to unravel, Lark is forced to confront a dangerous question: Is she protecting well enough... Because if she chooses wrong- She won't just fail her mission. She'll lose everything she ever wanted. _________________________________________________________________ Thank you for reading :)

When the Lilies Bloom Again Two months before college. Two months before Cecily Hart leaves behind the town that's been filled with memories she can't escape. Three years ago, she lost her older sister, Lily, in a tragic accident. Since then, Cecily has learned to live with the silence grief leaves behind. Quiet, reserved, and constantly lost in her own thoughts, she's spent years trying to move forward without ever truly letting go. But everything changes when she arrives at a lakeside cottage for one final summer with her friends. Because Rowan Ashford is there. The boy who was once her best friend. The boy who vanished from her life after a tragedy changed everything. The boy whose absence hurt almost as much as losing him. Now, for two months, eight friends will share one cottage, one summer, and countless memories. As old friendships are rekindled and buried feelings begin to surface, Cecily finds herself drawn back to Rowan despite the unanswered questions between them. Yet some wounds don't heal so easily. And some secrets were never meant to stay buried. As summer unfolds beneath golden sunsets, moonlit bonfires, and fields of blooming lilies, Cecily must decide whether she can finally let go of the past-or whether love, like lilies, can bloom again after the darkest seasons. A summer of second chances, lost memories, friendship, healing, and a love that never truly faded.

A story about a girl (y/n) who lives in the middle of nowhere in a cottage. When someone starts dropping off flowers on her doorstep every two days at exactly 1:00, she becomes more curious finding out more detail about this mysterious figure as she goes. How had someone figured out where she lives? (Female y/n x Ikuya Kirishima) This is my first ever story on this app so please let me know what you think!

Katelynn is just finishing high school and ready to begin her summer before college. Recently, she went through something terrible that has changed the way she looks at most boys. The only exceptions are her faithful guy friends that are, practically, the brothers she never had...plus the new guy in town. Somehow he makes his way past her defenses pretty quickly. But, will it be possible to gain her love? Will she ever consider him as more than a brother? Better yet...will her past let her?

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♛ 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 is showing the two different perspectives about the same world and how unreachable something can be , although it is so close.

by randy

panting, her body aching the young woman ran and ran as fast as she could, clutching the young baby in her arms, she needed to be resilient for her and her young one, for the six beasts were after her, "You will be safe young one," she whispered to her baby. Fairytale au! Sorry for typos 😭

As a musician in Britain in 1844, an era in which women weren't allowed to do men's work, Amber hides behind the name of Andrew to perform as a pianist in the events of the upper class Clark family, while also leading a double life being the domestic servant of the Clark's beautiful young daughter, Melody, who is strictly off limits for everyone.

experimenting with clothes to feel comfortable about oneself is an important ideology. so when yoshi suggests having a picnic date with the vintage skirts he thrifts beforehand, jihoon agrees wholeheartedly.

Post apocalypse... Nelly is lucky because about one year before the world crumbled into chaos she moved to a small farm far away from any cities or any other people really. Having a degree in botanic and having worked in a gardening shop saved her from starving and a big chunk of luck saved her from being discovered. Of course she heard the news when everything went down and the last time she was in the nearest town still gave her nightmares, but all in all she was rather well off. Well until of course she was stupid enough to venture out again, to run some errands and eventually to look for her brother Milo.

Ada is living her best life in the countryside with her mother. She wants to stay there, but her aunt thinks otherwise. She is forced to move to London so she can marry rich but Ada isn't in for that. Based around the late 1800s Inspired by Little Women Written by Esme Started 15032020

This short story is a POV from the perspective of you living in cottagecore aesthetic: You lead a simplistic lifestyle in a rural setting. You have a small cottage and a garden where you grow your own food. You are pursuing a degree in botany. You enjoy the little things.

A letter, a tin, and unspoken words. ✦ Updated 8/4/23

The world had collapsed into chaos. Whether it was war, revolution, or something far worse, I no longer knew. The highways, once packed with rushing cars and impatient drivers, were now graveyards of twisted metal. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional caw of crows feasting on whatever they could find. I walked cautiously, my boots crunching over shattered glass and debris. I had no destination, only a purpose-find supplies. Something to eat, maybe a weapon. Anything to increase my chances of survival. A burned-out sedan caught my eye. Its trunk was slightly open. I moved closer, my breath hitching as I yanked it up. Empty. Shit. My heart pounded as I scanned the area. Nothing but dead cars and broken bodies. Then, something shifted in the air. A high, sharp crack. A second later, a searing pain exploded in my right thigh. Before I could even react, another shot. Fire ignited in my abdomen, spreading like molten lead. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the asphalt. Sniper. I barely managed to crawl under the wreckage of an overturned truck, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Blood soaked my clothes, hot and sticky. My head spun. I was going into shock. Fifteen minutes passed-maybe more. My vision swam. The world was slipping in and out of focus. I thought I saw movement, a silhouette against the gray sky. A voice. A man's voice.