French Stories

„𝐀𝐇𝐇𝐇 𝐘/𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅!" „𝐇𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬!" ɪᴛ's ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴀ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ? ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ...ʀɪɢʜᴛ...? ALL CHARACTERS FROM KNY AND KNY ITSELF BELONGS TO KOYOHARU GOTOUGE THE OCS BELONG TO ME

Alice Darbonne is a young pure-blood French wizard who transfers to Hogwarts after the death of her older sister. Her parents are secret agents for the French resistance who infiltrate pure-blood households to uncover those who are secretly aiding Voldemort. It is during one of these missions that she meets Sirius and Regulus Black. She becomes instant friends with Sirius, who promises to protect her from his family. She promises him she will help his younger brother, but getting through to Regulus is no easy task. The closer she becomes to Regulus, though, her desire to protect him becomes stronger and her relationship with Sirius becomes more strained. Sirius X OC X Regulus

Every action has consequences. Everyone is a suspect. Last Monday, two people disappear without leaving a trace. Some people cannot accept what happened and are determined to take revenge. As secrets begin to resurface, the students will have to face an endless wave of attacks where anything is possible. Rose University is shaken by a series of events that no one will forget for decades. Originally written in French.

Before France burned and crowns fell, it once starved to live. Before he was a king, he was a boy who once feared the silence. Before she was a revolutionary, she was a girl who once believed in love. Years before his marriage to Marie Antoinette, before alliances forged him into the King the world will remember, Louis was only a quiet prince who found comfort in the laughter of a printer's daughter from the Third Estate. Camille was never meant to stand beside a monarch. She never asked to love a prince. She asked for bread. For justice. For a France that did not bleed its poorest dry. But when a prophecy, whispered in the still halls of Versailles, follows Louis into manhood, "He will love two women. One will save his life. The other will destroy it." The trouble is, love does not wear a name. As France trembles beneath famine, debt, and rising fury, the prince becomes king. The king becomes a symbol. And the girl he once loved becomes something far more dangerous than memory. Revolution has many faces. Sometimes, it looks like the woman you once promised forever. Kings have honour. Soldiers are brave. Poets have hearts. And all Camille has left... is rage. As history sharpens its blade and the guillotine waits for its final applause, Louis must decide which love was his salvation, and which was his ruin. Because in a country built on hierarchy and hunger, loving the wrong person does not merely break a heart. It breaks a crown.

This is the tale of how Telikos, once a bustling, beautiful city, was turned into but a small, unnaturally-shaped town whose residents, if they had not already died, were those condemned to the galleys.

Maximilien has fallen ill once more, and he looks to Éléonore for some comfort. I love this pairing, and I hope you enjoy this sweet fic!

Clara Morel arrives at a fashionable Riviera resort after a most determined journey, fully prepared to prevent a wedding she considers both foolish and ill-advised. Unfortunately, she arrives a day too late. The ceremony has already taken place with admirable efficiency. What remains is a nearly empty hotel, a quantity of unused champagne, and a handful of guests whose politeness seems somewhat strained. Each of them appears to have a private grievance, an awkward history, or an inconvenient secret. Clara soon discovers that while she may have missed the wedding, she has arrived in perfect time for something else entirely. After all, in a place where everyone has a reason to resent someone, it rarely takes much for resentment to become murder.

𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. {𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢<𝟹}

Annie Hudson didn't mean to get mistaken for a boy-she just wanted to serve her country in the stead of her sickly twin brother, Anthony. Now drafted, disguised, and embedded with the Howling Commandos, Annie must bluff her way through bullets, brothers-in-arms, and the growing threat of HYDRA. But faking it only works so long. And the front lines don't care who you really are-only if you survive. ((FINISHED EDITING 05/07/2025)) ((REOPENED EDITING 03/16/2026 for refinement and minor spelling mistakes))

a social media story f1 driver X law student Pierre Gasly X Cosette Martin started: 12/03/2026

With her hatred of the French people, French Journalist Paul Rivière watches as Maria Antonia vows to destroy the French kingdom during the French-Austrian Treaty and her marriage to Louis the XVI.

Gabrielle Davis was never meant to be the turning point-yet somehow, she becomes one. Drawn into a world defined by power, indulgence, and quiet imbalance, her presence begins to shift the narrative. Where desire is loud, she is steady. Where passion fades, she remains. As attachments deepen and boundaries blur, Gabrielle is forced to decide what it means to stay in a story that was never written with her in mind. Yet she reshapes it-refusing to disappear within it.

Chiara Giordano was born and raised in the U.S. until her father died and her mother took her and her siblings back to her country, France. Years later, Chiara moves back to the U.S. for her last year of her degree in a exchange program with st Cloud university in Minessota where her cousin and best friend also studies. There, she meets Adrian Vidal, from the neighbor college. One spontaneous night spent together creates a lasting bond between both of them, that can't go away. The problem? He's Chiara's cousins greateast rival on the ice and he's also in love with his best friend. Yet they can't keep away from each other even when Adrian faces the pressure of familly and being hockey captain while Chiara tries to figure out where she belongs and what she wants to do with her life after her last year of college. Maybe what they need is exactly what they can't have.

Quelque poèmes que j'ai écrit, j'espère que s'ils sont lu ils vous plairont.

Aaliyah Syed thought she had finally found love, until the man she trusted shattered everything-her marriage, her heart, and her future. Alone, humiliated, and carrying a secret that could change her life, she runs from the only home she's ever known. Nicolas Laurent is quiet, steady, and protective. A café owner in his family's hotel, he's used to keeping to himself-but a couple of months ago, his life was shaken in a way that still haunts him. When their paths cross, neither of them expects sparks... or the chance to heal. Can Aaliyah open her heart again, or has she already lost her chance at love? And can Nicolas heal from the pain that still lingers? [Rankings] #1 convert

چــی ڕوودەداتـ کــاتــێک ئــافـرەتــێکـ دەکـەوێتـە نــێــوانـ هــاوســەرە بــازرگــانــە خــۆشــەویــســتــەکــەیــی و ســەرۆکـ مــافــیــایـەکـیـی دڵــ ڕەقـــ ...؟... مـارکـ&ڕۆکاسـ

Emilia Laurent has always been number one. Top grades. Perfect composure. Absolute control. So when Ren Takahashi - the quiet, silver-haired boy who barely seems interested in rankings - takes her place at the top of the class for the first time in two years, she decides he deserves her attention. And maybe a little trouble. Emilia has a habit of teasing him in French - saying things she'd never dare admit in her own language. After all, he doesn't understand a word, right? But the more she pushes, the less Ren reacts. And the less he reacts... the more she starts to wonder. Between academic rivalry, awkward glances, beach trips, jealous misunderstandings, and a secret language that might not be so secret after all, Emilia begins to realize something dangerous: Teasing is easy. Falling in love is not.

She doesn't smile. She doesn't run. She walks like a funeral- quiet, cold, and inevitable. Sidra was born with shadows braided into her hair and silence stitched beneath her tongue. She loves the scent of graveyards more than roses, and she finds comfort in what others flee from: death. But something older than death is watching her now. Something buried beneath fields of ghost-white dandelions... Something that whispers when no one listens. "The dandelions bloom, even in snow. What grows in death, should never grow." One evening, beneath a split sky- half dusk, half moonless night- she sees it: A crack in time. A figure from a forgotten empire. A warning wrapped in petals and pain. As the veil between the past and the present thins, Sidra must walk a path laced with riddles, haunted by visions, and followed by the echo of a curse that chose her before she was even born. "They thought she was strange. They didn't know... she was chosen."

مَاذا لَو ... . مَاذَا لَو وَقعتَ فِي حُب قَرِينك و انتَ لا تَعرفُه ؟ مَاذَا لَو وَقعتَ فِي الحُب و انتَ لَم تذّق يومًا طَعمَه ؟ مَاذا لَو فَاتَك اللقَاء المَنشُود ؟ . نتَسَاءلُ دَومًا عَن شَرِيك حَياتنَا الذّي لطَالمَا سَمعنا عَنه نتَسَاءل عَن مَاهِية اللّحظَة التّي سنَقع فِيها وَ يتغيَر كُل شَيئ ، و نتَساءَل عَن دَرجةِ الحّب التّي قَد نَبلُغهٰا بَعدَ ذلِك اليّوم . إذََا مَاذا قَد تَقُول عَن شَابٍ وصَل الهِيّام قَبل اَن يَلتقِي بِمحبُوبتهِ عَن رَجُل تَغنىٰ بمَن لَم تدُق يَومًا بَاب رُؤيتِه عَن عَاشِق قَدّم كُل ذَرَّة مِن جَوارحِه لمَن لَم يَلتقِي بظِلهَا حَتىٰ! . أَ هُو مَجنُون ؟ ، أَم مُجردُ ساعٍ للحُب الغَيّر المَشرُوط؟ أَ يحتَاج العِلاج ؟ ،وَ كُل مَا فَعلهُ هُو تمنِي لقَاء ليّكُون مَرهَم جُروحِه اَن يُعوِض شَوّكَ السّنِين بحَنانٍ يتَلهَف لاَن يَكُون ضَحيَة شِباكِه . وَ ايّ درَجة مِن الاخلَاص قَد يصِل لهَا عِندمَا تتَلونُ حيَاته بأَشعَة الشّمسِ الفَاتحَة . 📍قِصّة قَصِّيرَة مِن سِلسِلة يَباركسِي 📍يُمنعٌ الِاقتبَاس وَ السّرقَة ، كُل الحُقوق مَحفُوظَة . كُتبت بتارِيخ : 19/2/2024 عُدّلَت بِتارِيخ : 12/2/2026 نُشِرت بتَارِيخ : 24/2/2026

This is fiction/fan imagines, not real events English isn't my first language, but I'm sure it will be good. A collection of imagines about Hugo Ekitike ❤️