Deja Stories

Zora is the reincarnation of the three goddesses Nayru, Din, and Farore. She lives in the Lanayru Dessert and is set on a mission with the hero, Link to find the goddess Zelda, she uses her powers of the three goddesses and their flames to help Link on his quest. Zora has another foe from her past three lives. Déjà, someone Nayru, Din and Farore keep locked up but Ghirahim frees her from the prison she in and now is after Zelda. I DO NOT OWN LEGEND OF ZELDA OR ANY CHARACTERS. I only own Zora, Déjà is_LadyDiamond_'s character! That's it.

In the winter of 1890, he fell in love quietly. He never confessed. He never dared. And in 1895, he died with a book pressed against his chest - the same book the boy he loved had once read without ever knowing he existed. His love remained between pages. Unspoken. Unanswered. A century later, in a different world, two boys are born in 1995 - unaware of the life they once lived. They meet not through fate's grand design, but through a forgotten book in a quiet library. On its final page, a message appears: "Everyone will end up with a happy ending." Weeks later, a reply is written beneath it: "Are you sure? Because I recently got my heart broken." Neither knows who the other is. But something feels familiar. A glance that lingers too long. A voice that sounds like a memory. A sadness that doesn't belong to this lifetime. Some love stories end in tragedy. Some are given a second chance. And sometimes... when two souls collide again, the only question that remains is- Have we met before?

After a long flight, Cameron is finally back in CA. She's ready to go home and get in bed. But, she runs into her high school love, Nicholas Forest. Still harboring feelings for him, she thinks this is her chance to finally make him, hers. But what happens when she finds out he's getting married, in six months.

Nothing is real. It's all an Illusion.

It was a dream but I remember it so vividly, the day entirely, the bike ride there, going around back, sitting on the roof with them listening to her talk to him but only paying attention to her, the feeling of being empty next to her because we aren't alone. I remember her falling threw the window into the room because he didn't help her, walking down those stairs and having his dog walk over to me howling and his sister moving it away. I even remember the walk home, walking behind them because I had a bike, she found a flower and gave him one of the buds, she gave me one too, he dropped his when she forgot about it, I kept mine, when she dropped her flower he kept walking, I picked it up and had to give it to him because I couldn't give it to her. Most of all I remember the look of pain in her eyes the entire time, the way she wouldn't talk about her feelings, the way she hated how he kept his room, she hated the way he treated her but would say it, the way she didn't love him.

Deja was just a normal girl. Well, not so normal. She was crazy and fun and a huge One Direction fan. In fact, she had a crush on a particular boy in the band. She thought that because she was African American and Hispanic she wouldn't have a chance with him. But she was wrong.

(ON HOLD)Breana, now fifteen, has been on the run for years. Because she was the only white wolf, her life has been her own death. Ridiculed and bullied as a child, she is more than willing to stay far from her old life. She never asked for this. Then, as if by fate, she loses her memory. When she meets a boy, an alpha’s son none the less, sparks fly. But this young pup doesn’t know how to trust. She sure doesn’t want a mate. Follow this extraordinary girl as she is accepted and taken under the wing of a pack….but there is something different about this pack…something familiar. Could they be tied to her past? Can she learn to trust them? Or will the Rogues kill her before she has the chance? Can she handle the chase? All the answers are here. All you have to do is click.

what happens when u meet someone ones in a metro and won't be able to forget !!!! and what if destiny brings you near him again and again ???? this is what happened with Anika ........ to know what happens, continue reading :D

just me being me

Psychological short story. Artists, psychosis and blood.

“Sam do you see those bones over there.” I could see his eyes widen as he looked over to where I had mentioned. “Yeah, where do you think they're from” he asked. “They must be Dinosaur bones” End Flashback “Wait hold on a second, Dinosaur bones, really Q” Mike said “Hey I was five mister no judging. Anyways that was my first ever memory. You should feel special, Casey doesn’t even know.” “Oh geez, Casey, now that girl scares me a bit.” “Oh come on, she’s not that bad.” “Okay whatever you say” he said with a smirk. “Anyways, we would play together everyday after that, I remember on the warmest days during the summer we would always get something from the ice cream truck.” “Sounds like you had a pretty good time with him” Mike said. “Yeah, yeah I did. But one day all of that changed.” Sam and Quinn were childhood best friends, but were separated at a young age. But one day 11 years later they meet again but don't remember each other as the childhood friends they once were. Sam has moved into a new school and has been labeled as the bad boy as he has been for as long as he can remember. Quinn, the hopeless romantic. Her friends would describe her as a girl who always sees the best in people. Will Quinn and Sam remember their connection, or will it become just another memory? Find out in "Memories of You."

Just several short stories i've had to write for school :D © 2013, @bex_the_box ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Have you ever felt an inexplicable connection with someone, as if your souls recognized each other from a past life? Perhaps a shared glance, a familiar embrace, or a profound sense of knowing sparked a whisper in your heart: "I have known you before." This uncanny feeling, often dismissed as mere coincidence, might be a glimpse into the intricate tapestry of our soul's journey. It suggests that our encounters, even fleeting ones, are not random but orchestrated by a force beyond our comprehension...

Short Story 2