Historias de Downstairs

This is a neighborhood love story about a guy falling in love with a girl living downstairs... Read the story to find out what twists the routine story takes and turns into a beautiful love story

Ever wonder what you do when you die and you go down not up. Well your about to find out when you read this story about a poor soul that writes from the depths of Hell

Harry loves a good party. But let’s be honest: a party every weekend from Friday to Sunday in the floor downstairs makes him lose his always controlled temper. Louis is a party boy. He loves getting drunk and just a good ass party (pun intended because yes he does love a good ass as well). So what happens to him when his upstairs neighbour comes rushing through his door in one of his many parties and just shuts it down in the most obnoxious way? Will Louis change his ways? Will Harry be able to forget his demons and starts enjoying life like Louis?

Six, seven, eight, nine times. Ten. The tenth one emerged with no energy, but it had successfully refused to be contained: a final cough to show you that you were absolutely not in control.

Co-written by @anna_bates_forever A mini story following Anna and John's holiday in Cork, as mentioned in 'Downton Abbey Fanfiction'. John has a very large group of cousins in Cork and they are quick to welcome him into the community. As for Anna, well, not everyone likes her, especially not Frances Flanagan - John's teenage holiday girlfriend. There is drama and excitement and lots of craic (fun) in this Banna fic.... Enjoy!

Simone wakes up to something banging on her window... then hears something going down in the kitchen... (COMPLETED)

In a house where everything is seen, and nothing is truly noticed, Martha has learned her place. A maid in the Featherington household, she moves through colour and chaos with quiet skill, smoothing what must be smoothed, mending what must never be spoken of. Her life is one of careful steps and lowered eyes, where even the smallest misstep could cost her everything. Until a single moment alters the rhythm. A glance. A voice. A ribbon tied where it does not belong. Thomas, a footman of the Bridgerton household, is not a man she should notice. And yet, in the hush between duties, in corridors and crowded rooms alike, something begins to unfold, delicate as silk, dangerous as hope. Because in their world, love is not forbidden in grand declarations. It is forbidden in the smallest things. In a shared smile. In a whispered word. In the quiet, impossible choice... to notice. And once noticed, it cannot be undone.

Meing is the only Asian in school.She has only one friend and about 1000 bullies. everything is tough for poor Meing when she moves out of the best place she could have been to be dropped in the middle of hell. Meing keeps her spirits up by hanging out with Anthony and by drawing. Anthony would like nothing else than to protect Meing but is dad has a different plan by having him play football. a kid name David Taylor is the main cause of all of Meings problems, but can Meing change him enough so High school might be a little bit easier? can Anthony and David get over their feud or are they to far gone? Meing has a lot ahead of her lets see how far she can go before she breaks her own heart.

Hey! Are you bored and have absolutely nothing else to do? Me too! I have something that could solve that problem. A quick little question to spark a no brain-er answer to. It will catch your interest and you could be having fun in the next couple seconds-or even minutes! So why don't you take a peek?

I am OBSESSED with The Prosper Redding series by Alexandra Bracken, and I love to think about what other things could have happened in Prosper and Alastor's world! This is a few head canons I have, including little stories to keep my fiendish mind at state. Enjoy if you must, other PR fans! I recommend loudunnun on AO3 (Archive of Our Own). They write GREAT stories based on the Prosper Redding series! (The Prosper Redding worlds and characters belongs to Alexandra Bracken. The rest belongs to me.)

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