Desparation Histoires

Sitting in the booth across from Ace seemed strange. I've never been on a motorcycle until I met Ace, I've never gone anywhere after school until today, and I've never been taken out by a so-called "bad boy". "You need to be spontaneous," he says running a hand through his blonde head of hair. His blue eyes glistening while watching me. "Surprised that word is in your vocabulary," I reply making a laugh escape his lips. I smile nervously then look down to hide it. "You need to do something that will spike your energy." Ace states while his eyes scan the whole room. "Like alcohol?" I ask him in confusion about why he used the word "spike" instead of something else. He nods his head then his eyes lock onto a waiter ordering food. A smirk appearing on his lips making me gulp in fear. "Kiss him."

"Brian, is a Bella to beautiful for you to handle? That's what her name means, you know." Mrs. Ventino announced causing the class to erupt in laughter. ~ Brian and Bella have always been complicated. Ever since that snide remark from there third grade teacher, Mrs. Ventino. Besides, what does Bella need a man for? She has the beach and her friends Amelia and Lyric to keep her company. Besides, Brian's way to obsessed with his soccer to even notice her, so what's the point of even taking a second look? That's the opposite of what Brian thought. He was taken away with her natural beauty from the second he saw her. Suddenly, all he could think about was this girl, even with his mom passing away and his shot in soccer. Now, there caught up in this mess. Brian's anorexia take's a huge toll on Bella and Bella's mother is having a new baby. On top of that, Brian's ex best friend and Bella's ex boyfriend, Colten, is mad that Brian stole his girl. In this gut wrenching story of love and loss, two different perspectives from different the past and the present haunt Bella, Brian, and there acquaintances. Will they ever learn to accept someone for who they really are?

Dream (n.) an impressive event seen in the mind while sleeping. Gaze (v.) a fixed look: a look of eagerness, wonder, and admiration. DREAMGAZER (n.) a person who wonders and admires to an imaginary event inside the mind while sleeping.

based on the song bathroom bitch by holychild 💋 repost from ao3 🥰 (my user is the same on ao3 if you wanna check it outttt)

This is a Post serum Stucky, it's a best friends to lovers because I have a desperate need for it. It's sort of a slow burn in a way I guess but don't worry I'll give it a fluffy ending. ☺ I don't own any of the characters but the story I do own. So please don't copy it unless you ask me and if you do copy it please not word for word. Thanks ☺!

A collection of my best poetry that's not too adult to get an R rating

"*SLAP* Tears ran down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe. My arms were trapped tightly behind my back. He had finally got to me, he actually got me to break. 'Listen to me I am going to grab something I will be back in less than a minute hunny'..He purred, he then bent down to kiss my neck. I screamed, only to recieve another slap.'Don't be like that darling'.. In a whispering tone as he exited the door. Tears from the moment I got in the room had been plasterd on my face. I took that time to see my surroundings. I was in my attic which was very lightly lit. Very cold. But to my suprise. Not. He had stripped me down to my underwear. I sat there contemplating things could get worse. What if he was planning to touch me?...

I am going to try and upload a poem a day.

Story of a socially awkward guy who has no interest in relationships. One day he meets a random guy and when he finds out about him he is intrigued by his being and comes to know more about this insignificant world.

Poppy loved to be the trouble maker, she loved to be the center of attention - but she also liked to keep herself to herself, she wouldn't ever harm a fly. Until he comes along, and turns her whole world upside down.

After having saved Equestria from certain doom, Shaky Scalpel and Fire Shot's lives couldn't be more perfect. But, never is the road one must take as a married couple an easy one. (This is a sequel to "The Tempest," a previous book I've written but have not published. This book will, unfortunately, contain spoilers for "The Tempest.")

This is one of my first fictional story . This story is base on an orphan who is an unemployed undergraduate and she is also abandoned by those she thought were her friends which are now living a luxurious life. This made her become desperate in searching for a job. The question is will she ever get a job and never fall victim of consequence of being desperate? DISCLAIMER: The setting,names and language is base on a Nigerian diction and lifestyle

Darasimi always believed he was destined for the bright lights of a football career, but laziness and a blown-out knee left him with no backup plan and a pile of failed GCSEs. Now, trapped in a cycle of poverty and earning less than minimum wage. With his options tapering to zero Darasimi sets his sights on a new target: Rana. He knows she's been obsessed with him since high school, and more importantly, he knows she has the steady job and the one-bedroom apartment he desperately needs. In a cold-blooded attempt to change his life, Darasimi makes a decision to play on Rana's devotion. But as the saying goes, nothing born from a dark ulterior motive ever ends well... or does it?

A world where elves based on elements rule, an egg for a sun, all goes to hell in the apocalypse. But one girl, Edrell, will do all in her will to recover from events leading up to this living hell. She'll try to fulfill her duty and protect her world from the impending doom and to stop one species from overtaking it all for selfish gain. There is always room for a happy ending, right? Credit for images will be on side near the image loosely representing what the setting looks like. Cover will be ready soon too. This story does include descriptions of things some may consider disturbing including gory parts, depressing topics, and things of the sort. Please be warned about these topics in the story, if they disturb you please be aware they are larger parts of this story.

Hi guys. These are my poetry pages and I hope you like it . I love poetry but I'm not perfect yet😅, but I'd try my best. In these lines as you read, please in some cases visualize the poems in your mind, and feel the pleasure in the pages of fiction and reality. Thanks for the attention 😉and enjoy.

I get feels and i write poems so yay feels ..

After all of the trauma my childhood presented me with, I naively assumed that it was all over. Meeting Riley I finally understood what it meant to be loved, my inner child was finally being nurtured with tenderness and patience. But that ending was just too simple wasn't it? ofcourse someone who I've known only through word of mouth from my family has to enter the picture and turn my world upside down. Now I have a choice to make. Be loved by genuine, kind hearted man or be ravaged by a forbidden fruit.

Just little writing of quick things that I could think about.

Some truths are buried so deep that even time struggles to uncover them. She thought she had left the past behind, but life has a way of bringing shadows back when you least expect it. In a world of ambition, unspoken debts, and hidden agendas, every choice she makes carries weight, and every step she takes is watched by forces she cannot yet see. Trust is fragile, and loyalty is a currency that comes at a cost. Friends may not be what they seem, and strangers may hold the keys to doors she never knew existed. As the line between past and present blurs, she is forced to navigate a maze of secrets, lies, and half-truths-learning that some encounters are fated, some betrayals inevitable, and some feelings impossible to escape. In the midst of it all, a quiet storm brews-unnoticed glances, subtle warnings, and moments charged with an intensity that refuses to be ignored. Every heartbeat matters, every decision echoes, and every secret has a price. For her, nothing will ever be simple again, and some paths, once crossed, can never be uncrossed. ©All rights reserved