Delicate Stories

This book isn't a love story, in fact it is filled with passionate short paragraphs of stimulative content related to adoration, heartbreak and platonic affection. Kindly comment and vote!~ - self written (original) - pure fiction And lastly, I would love it if you guys appreciate my work! 🤍

Why do people say angels don't exist? Why do they insist that there is no such thing as "something greater", something different and special? I do not know the answer, but I do know that they are wrong. Among other things, femininity is out of the ordinary, something to be celebrated and studied. She is a thing of power, moving the tide of the world with one stroke of her delicate hand. Life goes on, for some, in a grinding circle of endless work and drudgery, but there are angels living right under their noses.

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just a short poem Pls vote and comment! -Jel

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 𝐌𝐮𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐣𝐞𝐞 was the kind of boy who made silence feel like a language. His presence was a storm behind still eyes, and his words, when they came, felt like slow rain - rare, but drenching. 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐲 wasn't looking for someone to sweep her off her feet. She wanted someone who saw her even when she wasn't speaking. Someone whose eyes hesitated just before they met hers, but never really looked away. In a world where people chase noise, their story bloomed in the background - in shared tiffins, small stolen glances, accidental touches that lingered a second too long, and a kind of knowing that didn't need to be explained. Between crowded hallways and unnoticed moments, between "just friends" and "maybe something more," This is a story about two souls that never shouted their love - but felt it in everything left unsaid. Because sometimes, the loudest kind of love is the one that whispers.

Julia unexpectedly crosses paths with a past love. They enjoy each other's company as it brings them a feeling of nostalgia. Although they are falling deeper and deeper, the companies they work for are very divided as they are both trying to get a deal with the luxurious brand "Cartier". In simple terms, they are working against each other. So, will their feelings get the best of them? Will they fight for a delicate love or fight to keep their jobs? Read to find out.

A story about a girl in twelve grade that just doesn't Want to pass grade twelve but can if she wanted to

-New beginnings don't tear like paper- 23 year old Hazel Lewis, a quiet and hesitant freshly graduated student from Duke, originally from the sunshine coast of Australia found that her sales degree landed her in a small paper company is Scranton, Pensilvania. This wasn't the life she thought she was going to live after school, a bland office job she'd have to sit through for 7 hours a day with uptight co workers and an idiot boss, with coffee that tasted like dirt water. She thought the problems would all be gone.. Yet someone who sat only a few feet away from the girl was the only reason she believed in miracles. Was she willing to rewrite her story, or just stay where she is meant to be? **I do not own any characters from the office, only the character of Hazel Lewis; I admire the television show greatly**

"my reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me" Catalina is a freshman in college with some of her best friends, she knew about all of the stereotypes and the people she should stay away from because of her older sister. "Stay away from that one, Cat" "Why? He seems nice" "That's what he wants you to think"

“Alex! Watch where you are throwing the ball you are going to kill someone!” Alex just laughed as she watched me run after the ball she threw the ball towards a group of people. When I got to the group it was none other than a group of sodas. My friends and I like to call populars sodas, because popular has pop in it, and then that goes to soda pop, which leads to the name sodas. Rolling my eyes at all of the desperate people in that group. “Can I have the ball please?” I asked. Everyone turned around and looked right at me. Being socially awkward I shuffle awkwardly and don’t look around. The guy who was holding my ball looked straight at me and handed me the ball. He smirked and winked at me. A girl next to me scoffs at that. “You owe me an ice pack for hitting me with the ball.” When I see who said that my eyes widen. I was looking straight into the eyes of Matt Lander.

Pain recover by emotion

i told him "the words come naturally" he said "maybe in a past life you were an extraordinary poet"

Things go from bad to desperate when there are no eligible maidens left to win the Prince's hand, but that's when the King hears of a magician who could fix anything, even finding the perfect princess. His solution? A young lady named Elanor, from the distant village of Pinkam. Despite her modest appearance and can-do attitude, Elanor manages to win the Prince over, as well as the kingdom... but that's when the King decides to test her.

❝ we might make love in some sacred place, the look on your face is delicate ❞ --- soft poetry based off of the song 'delicate by damien rice' © softgomez