Freespirited storie

Carmyn Mizari was six when he dodged the system-walked right out of the police station. They never found him. Navigating the streets was tough, nothing he wasn't used too. Before the incident, that took his mum's life, Carmyn and his mother had spent his entire life jumping from shelters and sleeping on sidewalks. Until a nice enough guy let them stay the night. The streets were a little different without his mother. The nice guys always asked him to do weird things. He didn't know where to get the warm needles his mother always carried. Carmyn would never have survived without Creed Vitori. The heir to a long line of crime bosses. His personal gaurdian angel. "TW⚠️ drug abuse, language, S*xual Assault, mental health, su*cide⚠️)

Serkan Bolat's life was shattered in an instant. One rainy night, a terrible car accident stole from him everything he loved his wife, Eda, and their two children, Kiraz and Alp. Serkan alone survived, broken in body and soul, left with nothing but the unbearable silence of absence. He believed his story had ended with the flames that consumed his family. Yet fate had other plans. Far away in Spain, in a world untouched by Serkan's grief, a young woman named Laura Ibiza Yazgı Montenegro had been living a life of light and joy. Born into the wealthy and respected Montenegro family, Laura knew only happiness, her laughter echoing in the grand halls of her childhood home. She had never left her homeland, her spirit tied to Spain. But Laura carries something mysterious an uncanny resemblance to Eda. Her face, her warmth, her energy mirror Serkan's late wife so perfectly that it feels as though destiny has woven two threads of the same soul. She is not Eda, yet her existence feels like a rebirth shaped by fate. In the ashes of Serkan's loss and the brilliance of Laura's untouched life, destiny begins to stir. Two paths one scarred by tragedy, the other radiant with hope are set on a collision course. A story of grief, rebirth, and the strange power of fate is about to unfold, as though a phoenix has risen from the ashes of Serkan's despair.

Just a love story 💘 ♦️♠️♦️♠️♦️♠️♦️♠️♦️♠️♦️♠️♦️♠️♦️♠️ Who.....? ❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤

Keira Peers is independent, kind, and strong-willed. After a painful breakup with her not-so-perfect boyfriend, she makes a promise to herself: she will never fall in love again. But fate has other plans. When Troy Adams enters her life, everything begins to change. Handsome as an angel and hot as hell, Troy seems to have everything- good looks, wealth, and power. Yet behind his success hides a man everyone fears- rude, ruthless, arrogant... and completely broken by a past he refuses to talk about. From the moment Troy and Keira meet, something feels strangely familiar. Keira finds herself drawn to him in ways she cannot understand, while Troy realizes that staying away from her might be the hardest thing he has ever tried to do. But if he can't live without her... why does he hate her so much? What secret is Troy hiding? And what truth from the past could change everything between them? Some promises are meant to be broken. Some love stories are meant to be relived.

Poetry

Poetry

Stolen intervals of insanity. "The greatest films of all time were never made." - Taylor Swift

It's not easy running from dangerous... dangers... from acidic fairies to angry merchants with the power to put one into the darkest dungeons for life. Nor is it easy to be questioned daily why Chase wears a coat everywhere, every day, and every venture into dangers he has the misfortune to run into. And it's definitely not easy to carry someone's life on his shoulders everyday... Literally.

writing a description for something like this would be like trying to put clouds in a mason jar. not only can it not be done, it shouldn't be done. so how shall I describe the whims and fancies of the twist and bends of my crazy brain? maybe by just saying it is a mason jar full of odd thoughts of a free-flowing spirit.

This is going to be a book full of my poems and short stories that rhyme. I don't write things like this often so I doubt I will update this much, but I still thought it was worth sharing. I hope you enjoy! (And mostly thanks for reading my kinda cringy stuff;)

Open Minded

Ajax is a young werewolf who was abandoned in the woods. He had to grow up fast as he doesn't belong to a pack. Join him and his wolf, Wyatt, on an adventure of betrayal, acceptance, love, hate, and finding family. This description is horrible. I apologize for my horrid ability to write a description. Please read anyway.

My entries for the #LookingForAlaskaContest I hope you enjoy my book of firsts, thanks for reading! <3

Book 1 of Erased Memories FINISHED I guess I always liked him because he didn't care. He always had that free spirit He always dragged me with him We ran together Escaped from the police together We hid together All. We did together. Then one day. He dumped me in the middle of nowhere at night. When I woke up. I was in a dump. With blood all over my hands.

For Rapunzel Appreacation Week

She has a free spirit That is wilder than wild. And she loves to dance, This gypsy child. She has a charmed soul Sure to make you smile. While she claps her hands, This flower child. She lives in a dream With her fantasies piled. And doesn't believe in chance, This dreaming child. She set souls on fire With her wandering style. Because she was never home This wanderess child. This child is me In my wildest daydream. All I crave to be Free, Free, Free. -Monica P. Ross :)