Damson storie

Damsoo fanfiction just for fun " I feel I know him but from where" jisoo asked herself in confusion Started shipping them after seeing them chatting at an event Just for fun I love them both

Pups were born in the wilderness but when something makes them need to hide there parents morph into there human forms and hide away in a remote valley covered in forest called Damson Heights. But there's a catch to children. They won't remember anything before being humans and they will turn into wolves again on there 17th birthday. Join winter and her friends on there ride through high school not knowing there full story.

Rayne never knew her brother, and she is in a band with her five best friends and brothers. When her mother and brother are tracked down from lost files, she agrees to go and live in a house next door to his with her friends. Little does she know her brother has ginger hair, wears the same shirt with a pig on it every day, and has a boyfriend hames Ryland.

"Isa lang ang masasabi ko, ang buhay namin ay parang magnet, minsan lumalayo at minsan nagtatagpo." Damson at Desiree, matalik na magkaibigan ngunit hindi maaaring magka-ibigan. Sa loob ng pitong taon ay nagawang itago ni Desiree ang kaniyang nararamdaman para sa binata. Nagdaan ang Elementary days, High School days and Senior High days ay hindi parin masabi ng dalaga ang tila naka kubling damdamin at paghanga. Ngunit sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana, kahit pilit mang-umiwas, lumayo at magtago ay pagtatagpuin parin sila at pag-iisahin ng musika. "Kahit hindi man ako ang mahal niya, tatanawin ko na lang siya na parang bituin sa langit na mahirap masungkit." Started: Agosto 04,2018 Finished: ENDLESS Status: On-going •missdisiripipiree•

Just when the villagers began visiting the Damson trees, no-one quite remembered. Not one villager could tell you, if you stopped and asked them, why they carried their willow baskets through the hills and hollows by the light of the harvest moon to Taghart Beag. They just did, every year on a that day; the day called Damson Sunday. If you've never tasted a damson fruit then I advise you never to eat them plucked fresh from a branch or you'll hate them. You'll curse their purple flesh as you spit it under your feet. But boil them up with sugar and you'll have summer in a jar all winter long. The villagers of Realaghan knew this well and over two days and two nights they would boil, bottle and store their jam for the coming winter months. And so it was, until one August a hare was spotted around the village. Why is is he here? The children asked their parents. What does it mean? The parents asked their grandparents. A visitor, one old woman replied, a visitor comes.

A Damson Idris Tale