Decent Stories

Daisy DeAngelo was like a delicate flower. Pure, painfully decent and angelic. Feeling scared and anxious, she started her new school completely unaware of the dangers that awaits her there..

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ ❝ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ❞ ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ ⊱ ────── {⋆} ────── ⊰ She fell in love with her friend's brother. And they treated her as if it were a sin. ◈ She was alone. He wanted to be her home. ◈ She was an orphan. He wanted to be her family. ◈ Because sometimes the greatest love stories aren't extraordinary. They're simply about finding the one person who chooses you when no one else does. ⊱ ────── {⋆} ────── ⊰ ❝ Why are you here now, huh? Just to check if I died or not? ❞ Her voice cracked as she screamed. ❝ What... what are you saying? ❞ He stepped closer. ❝ Don't... don't you dare come clo- ❞ The words never left her mouth. Because in the next moment, he kissed her. And suddenly every unsaid feeling between them became impossible to ignore. ⊱ ────── {⋆} ────── ⊰ A story about quiet love, wounded hearts, and the people who become family when blood never did. ◌ Best Friend's Brother ◌ Age Gap Romance ◌ He Fell First & Harder ◌ Possessive Sunshine × Shy Girl ◌ Found Family ◌ Slow Burn ◌ Protective Hero ◌ Mutual Longing ◌ Soft Romance ◌ Comfort & Healing ◌ "She's Mine" Energy ⊱ ────── {⋆} ────── ⊰ ❝ She was looking for a place to belong. He was looking for someone to call home. ❞ ╱╲━━━━━━━━━━━━╱╲ ✦ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✦ All characters, events, places, and situations depicted in this story are fictional. ╲╱━━━━━━━━━━━━╲╱ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓,

I am goin to be tgoing through every pokemon on seperate pages.

Drawings that range from peoples to Pokémon. Enjoy. || H.R #11 in shading (August 3rd, 2018) ||

The story of a A literal code for indiscipline in Nigeria inside 21st century. This story evolves the decoration of uncivil Indiscipline fracas touching the axis of Nigeria as a nation through the use of morality deterioration code "MARLIANz " as wisely induced by a singer/ Musician from the southern part of the country, the story tells more on how youth indiscipline is propagated In the name of civilization from the music and entertainment industry.

[ 8.11.13: On Hiatus/Hold Sorry, this story might not be updated for a while! I just cant find the motivation. ʕ óᴥòʔ ] So you know Mr Chair, Or his human name, James, right? He's nice, normal and polite? Well this isn't about him. This story is about his 2p Chester. ( I changed the title from Chester Chair, just in case some people were wondering- The first chapter tells you about 2p's if you don't know what they are. Also, I called 2p Stephano Gonzales, most people just think of them as brothers but I heard of some people thinking of Gonzales as the evil Stephano, so I used that one instead. I hope you like and please comment if I spelt anything wrong and if you'd like to give me some tips! :] )

My second book of poetry. Enjoy :)

This is a original story, it's got some reference points but it's a typical lil magical story. There's lots of main characters so everyone gets screen time eventually ~~ The picture on the cover is Lincoln, one of the teachers mentioned in the story. He's a watery boi, he's got the drip. Literally.

Highest #138 in Romance 07/05/2018 Marriages are made in heaven! (I am not sure of that) But unfortunately, it's side effects; we face on Earth. And ... they resemble Hell. At times, all I want to do, is go back in time and slap that 'me' who decided to marry. At other times, I want to again go back in time and give the old 'me' a hug for deciding to marry her. And now, if anyone asks me about it, I would say that I am glad; there is no time machine to take me to past. I just want to enjoy falling in love with the crazy girl in present and continue falling in love with her in future. .... Join me on my journey with my arranged love ...

we both doesn't made the future we planned , it's all in the hand of destiny 🙂💗 Maybe the universe had different dreams for us, paths we never saw coming,yet meant to walk sometimes love writes stories we don't expect,and sometimes it teaches us what our hearts forget . No matter where life takes us next , Our chapter will always be written in stars.

Some people have suggested I put all my poems in one little package. Well I figured I should do just that. So please enjoy the poems I've written from all stages of my life since I was fourteen years old. I am going to put them in order of of well relatively when I wrote them. Definitely not in the exact order because my memory is not that much of a masterpiece. Either way it is called inside the mind because after the poem I will write what I was feeling and thinking when I was writing it. Really exposing my psyche like never before. I thought it was a cool theme for the collection to make it unique and more interesting. Especially since most of them have been published by themselves before this. Also not gonna lie making the edit pictures for the poems is one of my favorite things to do in this project. Enjoy the madness that is my chaotic mind.

Something stirs in the Feasting Forest. Sackmen skulk through ruin and shadow. Parties must be attended and gods must be thwarted. Imp and Ogre gather allies and take their carriage deep into a lawless corner of the Middlings. Can they stop the Man-God? Will the Grovekeeper plant his wicked, wailing trees once more? There's space in the carriage if you want to find out. A Middling Tale follows the adventures of Imp and Ogre. They travel the Middlings in a magical carriage, doing their best to make things better. Don't call them Wanderers! That would be illegal and get them strung up by the Guarantors. No, no, they just like to travel. It's not their fault that so many people need so much help. Imp has lived quite a life and has only barely left her teen years behind her. She hides a revolver under her gray-blue longcoat, itself containing deep pockets full of magic and mechanism. She is no mage but she does like a good advantage or two. Ogre is a monster in a land he used to know so well. He drives the carriage, sitting atop the vehicle in a somber cloak with a deep hood. Tongues of blue flame rise from the dark holes on his otherwise featureless face. Old scars mingle with patching and discolorations on his alabaster skin, thick as a statue yet almost warm to the touch. They travel through the Middlings, the Land of Crossroads; a loose alliance of independent polities wedged between larger nations, the sea and other wild places. Monarchies and oligarchies share borders with communes and republics. Millions of people live, love and laugh in their own ways. The Accords, and the Guarantors thereof, have the Middlings together for hundreds of years. The ties that bind are unraveling. The final Age of Wanderers has dawned. This is the first book in a series. The story is "complete" but I'm still fine-tuning the manuscript. Comments are always welcome.

i fell in love with my dog because he is hot af (((tru story of a werewolf)))

arrange story of faisal shaikh and jannat zubair ,he is 30+ she is 18+ , he is richest bussiness man opposite personality , both r czn , jannat live in his home , he is very shy , humble and sbka khayal rakhna wala but uska koi apna ni h ,sb just money ke lia used krte h ,. jannat ek intelligence and rude type ladki h .. self-respect uske lia sb se badi h , kia dono ki story arrange se love ho paigi🤩