Истории Lostromance

"i love you." the words came out of his mouth in a rush. i froze in my place, my heart stuttering. i tried to wrap my mind around what he had said, the déjà vu beyond distracting. finally i came to the only conclusion i could. "you're full of shit." i said. my throat got tight. i started to back away, avoiding his hands as they reached out, attempting to pull me into him. i turned around and left before he could see me cry. book two of the summer series. {books do not have to be read in order.} officially on hold because i can't figure out the actual plot for this series, as well as this story in particular.

Here are some poems that are inspired by things I face in everyday life! I will admit that I have not been doing it long, I actually used to not like poetry! But then, I discovered the emotion I could channel into it. I discovered that I love poetry. I hope that every single one of you can discover that same love! Happy reading :)

"I still adore you in my dreams even after knowing the fact that you would never return." Kim Taehyung broke down desperately after Jennie's death. He loved her dearly and wasn't ready to believe that she left him and the world just because of a choice to be made. But, what will happen when he crosses ways with her on a street and comes to know that she didn't die but has lost her memories. Is she really Jennie? What will happen next? Read our to find. ©️hellisaF™️ short story 2021 all copyrights ©️ reserved. Graphics by @Kayzzart

"His laugh. If you asked me 50 years from now how it sounded; I could explain in detail. The way his smile looked. The way his eyes lit up. It was so contagious. Every moment of it."

Constantine has been running from love and commitment as long as he can remember. The only from of compassion he has ever shown is his care and love for his brother Archie St. Martin. All his life his father hated him with his guts for his resemblance reminded him of his unfathomable union. His parents had a political marriage that came at the cost of the love of his life. Forsaken every wish to receive any form of love, Constantine had lived fairly uneventful life "But love is fair to all !" And when it comes to him, scared he ran. What happens when these two collide? Fast-forward to four years, the tables have turned. Unable to forget his love for Chorlette, Constantine is ready to chase his saving grace. The question is, is it too late? Some love stories they never end! They are doomed to be buried..... "Deep"

A poet lost his love... she just left... disappeared, so he made a deal with the devil to try to get her back, the deal was he had to keep writing poetry nonstop and every poem brought her closer and once she is back his hands will stop writing and his chains will be cut

Gracie-May's life has turned upside down. While entering high school she has an onslaught of problems come up. Her parent's divorce, losing a best friend, and finding out that her exboyfriend (who dumped her) is more than just a manipulative jerk. He is pure crazy with a dash of psycho and charm. You would think things couldn't get worse, after months of abuse Gracie-May, Grace, attempts suicide. Unbeknown to her it triggers a reaction in the universe. The attempt to end her life awaken's an old witch, Susan Lenore Wright, and when you think old witch you would assume an old hag covered in warts and wrinkles. Nope, this three-hundred something year old is a young fifteen year old in looks and some wise personality traits. She is here to save, Grace.

New Story, still completing.

"Do not trust people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave, you will finally understand, why hurricanes are named after people." Based off of a writing prompt I found on the internet.

Yeah idk, just some stuff floating around in my headspace Enjoy tho ;) (http://romainlubiere.com/les-retrouvailles/)

Poetry about depression

Eva lost a part of herself that day. A day she will never forget. Barry lost a part of himself that day. A day he has yet to remember. Eva is desperate to remove the barrier between. But her sources are limited. Being that of course, Barry was presumed as dead or so the cops never found his body... Ⓒ copyright All Rights Reserved 2018

it was all fun and games until they fell for each other

A retelling a some scenes in the TW drama Lost Romance. Qing Feng and Xiao En.

a bunch of different stories that couldn't make it into a full book :)

A SpaceX commander, in an open marriage, recounts a lost love on his travels.

if anyone has read the manga Ookami Ryoushu no Ojou-sama than this should sound familiar. Something was off when I read this. I didnt like how the main character punishes herself the moment she is reborn. I wanted to write more of the raw emotion of what she was feeling when she found out who he was. all rights of main plot and characters goes to the author: Morino ion

Her voice was stronger. It caught him off guard, brought him back to the mission at hand. He gazed just to the right of her face, studying her painted wall. “Do you not remember?” His voice almost sounded hurt. “I didn't want to.” Her voice choked in her throat. This couldn't be. She had thought that she was finally free. That he was gone from her forever. What a fool she had been. And there he was nonetheless, staring just past her. ... Anyone who has ever crossed the line into Oblivion is never truly allowed to return.

This is a poem(or a song, depending on your P.O.V), not a continuing story. Well, this is not something I normally do but I decided to attempt a sloppy poem to help vent anger, frustration, and stress in general. The only reason I'm posting this for others is to see if some one could help me fine-tune/improve this Any feedback would be super helpful please!

❝Monsters can fall in love too.❞ ~•~•~•~ "I can see the strings." He turned to me, panic and tears in his eyes. "I can see them." I crouched down next to him. I had a sudden thought that I was so glad to hear his voice. Since when did it become so bad that I only heard him speak when he was hallucinating? "Who's holding them?" I said, my voice impossible soft. He swallowed, choking back a sob. I almost thought he hadn't heard me, the voices in his head drowning me out, but then he looked up and said, "You."