Manuel Stories

#35 in Lams out of 7.75K #91 in sadstory out of 32.2k "Do you think daddy will like my poem?" "I think he'll love it." "Alexander, he's always talking to his imaginary friend....he calls him John." "Eliza, did you tell him about Laurens?" "N-no." John Laurens is dead. Phillip Hamilton is born. Alexander is heartbroken. Phillip can hear and see John, but no one else can.

L'amour, ce ne sont pas des mots dits au hasard, ce sont ces choses que l'on ressent en souriant ou en s'embrassant... Qui aurait cru qu'une fille serait la solution à tous ses problèmes ?

My real name is something forgotten. Something no one pays attention to. I go in and out of families, normally because of neglecting and abuse, and I've been all over the U.S. I've been to Kansas, Texas, Arkansa, Georgia, South Carolina, Virginia, Rhode Island, Maryland, and many other places. I never got the chance to go sight seeing or explore the state, but that changes for New York. I'm going to go through hell with my new family in New York. I'm going to run away. They're going to beat me, insult me, try to break me, but it's too late, I'm already shattered, they're late for that, and so then I'm going to run away for a longer time, and then they're going to beat me harder, and it will be a continues process until the foster system realizes I'm being abused. No one uses my real name, it changes every home. Even my foster parents don't call me anything. Recently, I've been known as the runner.

Two years after his family is killed in a fatal car crash, Lin continuously struggles to live on, tries to learn how to begin to move on. The only thing standing in Lin's way? His own mind.

I will choose her happiness over mine every time. TW: SUUUUPER DUUUPER GAY and deals with suicide so I'm warning you now.

TU veux devenir une princesse?? Tu es tombée au bon endroit, je vais faire de toi UNE princesse sans oublier le moindre petit détail, seulement IL faut appliquer ce que je te dis 😉

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ne gyermekeim elkeszult a masodik fanficton-unk a mamimmal, nem is fuzok hozza semmit jo szorakozast hozza😜😘

How can I be in love with a gangster!?

The title says it already

Ce petit manuel va vous apprendre a survivre dans un monde post apocalyptique

My parents died when I was 2. Horrible really. And my 'parents' nowadays couldn't have children, it was devastating for them, so they adopted me, seventeen year old Kayl. Yep, that's my name. And yes, it's pronounced Kale. Maybe that's why I hate my biological parents, they named me after a freaking vegetable! So I bounce from foster home to foster home, taking on new personality traits all the time. This is the story of how I found my real parents, and my real personality.