Howwemet Stories

One hot-pink birthday flyer was all it took to change everything. When quiet music producer Chris reluctantly shows up to a new neighbour's wild garden party, he expects nothing more than music, drinks, and awkward small talk. Instead, he meets Francesca-bright, fearless, and impossible to ignore. What begins as a simple act of kindness quickly grows into something deeper. Late-night conversations, stolen glances, and a connection neither of them planned slowly pull them together. But Francesca didn't move to Seoul for a fresh start alone. She came to escape a nightmare. A man who has followed her across countries believes she belongs to him-and he isn't ready to let her go. When the past finally catches up, Chris isn't just fighting for love anymore. He's fighting to keep her alive. Because some obsessions never fade. They hunt.

Have you read the title?

We met at a young age. I was eleven. He was twelve. The sparks weren't there instantly. But they came. We let ourselves fall for each other. That was our mistake. We were too young. We weren't even friends. We barely knew anything about one another. It all fell to pieces. But if something is meant to be, it will be...right?

the compilation of author's awkward moments in life ⚠prepare for the second-hand embarassment⚠

You came, we happened. I lost you, I wish that never happened.

ever wanted to know more about me than just the poems? well here ya go I'm not sure if I'll show my ugly ass face but hey we'll see

I was the kid that got bullied she was the kid who had everything. I did have everything until it all twisted. We did become best friends until she found a secret to deep to tell anyone not even your best friend.

~♥ Real fictitious tale of love...♥~ In latin, the name Beatrix means: 'bringer of joy' She brings joy, and she's only six. She loves her mother and father, her smile brings them joy. She likes bedtime stories, especially their story, the story of how they came to be. She said it's her favorite story to hear before bed, without it, she can't fall asleep. It's Bea's bedtime story. Copyright ©️ ⬆Cover by: @kindheart6002 //Pure Fiction| names, characters, businesses, events, places, ect., are from the author's imagination or life incidents used in a fictional manner in this book. Any and all resemblance to actual people's lives or actual events is just coincidental.

When your teenage life is on a collision course for disaster, can meeting one guy change the course entirely? Will this unlikely friendship survive, or will he just end up leading you into more trouble than you could even imagine?

this is a story about how I met my girlfriend...... it may get boring buuuuuut whatever

Our Story So Far

(For my Sbff Minty)

Estivan, Kitty, Maya, nor any of their friends know I'm writing this. I'm Estivan's boyfriend which in turn makes me Kitty and Maya's momma or mammy (depending on which of them you ask). I love Es and the kids so much. Much more than they'll ever know. I'm not sure why I'm writing this but I'm just going to go with it lol.

What happens when you have to choose between your parents and the one you love? Thibaut has got a confusing life. His father worked in an oil factory, so he had to move every once in a while. This time he was in Belgium, at the university ICHEC. In elementary school, Isabelle was bullied because she hadn't got 'fashionable clothes' and some of her friends turned their back on her. Yet at the university, she was completely in her element. Pretty, smart and a lot of true friends. The two of them get to know each other better when ICHEC organises a ski vacation. Isabelle needs a teacher and Thibaut is quite the skier... Based on true events. #1 outofmyleague #1 skitrip #3 persistence #2 basedontrueevents #5 howwemet

The true story of how two teens fell in love, in the most unpredictable way. ❤️

Zza unsh2 anh udaa iimerhuu yum bichij baina suga baij magad bitgii shoolooroi thanks lol

This is a collection of poems written by me when I met my Mr. Who is so put together. Everything about Sir is like magic. He's too good to be true; is it true or not? That I don't know. Maybe he is naughty; hehehe, who knows? But maybe I will know in the future, or maybe not? And continue to Read this collection of poems to know why. I like my Mr. a little, just a little. Yes, it's just a little, a little bit. No, maybe more than a little; I like Mr. a little bit more than my chocolate cakes that melted my heart. I like him beyond my pastries and cookies that I crave.