Oldsoul Stories

Just a girl, trying to release her emotions, jotting down anger, depression, pain, sadness, and creating poems. Poems that I want to share with YOU.

වරෙක ස්වර්ගීය සදාචාරයට විරුද්ධව ආදරයෙන් බැඳුණු දේවදූතියක් සහ යක්ෂයෙකු ඔවුන්ගේ ආදරයේ නිවේශය ලෙස දරුවෙකු බිහි කරති. ඔහු ආලෝකයේත් අඳුරේත් උරුමක්කරුවෙකි. විශිෂ්ඨත්වයේ හා විපතක සන්ධිස්ථානයකි. නමුත් අහසටත් පාතාලයටත් ඔහු තර්ජනයකි.දෙමව්පියන්ගෙන් වෙන්කොට ඔහු මාරාන්තික රාජධානියකි සඟවා තබන ලදි. දැන් ඔහු වයසට ළඟා වන විට තමා තුළ පවතින දෙමාපියන්ගේ පරස්පර උරුමයන් අතර සිර වී අනන්‍යතාවය , ආදරය සහ විශ්වාසය සෙවීමට පටන් ගනීයි.

poems written and owned by me

Louise & Walter have been married for 23 years. But things have been rough for them. When they are on a trip with Louise's best friend, Priscilla, life changed for the three of them.

A young man falls for a peculiar woman that hides secrets behind her strange eyes.

A poem about the complexities of feelings. IF YOU ARE READING THIS ON ANY PLATFORM OTHER THAN WATTPAD PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS STORY HAS BEEN STOLEN!!! PLEASE INFORM ME @JustAnX-MenFangirl on Wattpad. THX!

In this sequel to Old Soul, the stakes are raised and the war is waging. The one thing keeping the battle at bay is Avalie Daniels, who has more influence over Hydra than she thinks. However, she can't do anything if she's dying. Mysteriously unable to heal, Hydra stays neutral. If she heals, the fighting begins. Avalie faces a choice. She either sacrifices herself and saves S.H.I.E.L.D. and her Captain-who remains in confinement-or she heals and attempts to save the war before the first battle can start. In the midst of her decision, she is on the journey that caused Steve to end up captured in the first place: what is Avalie Daniels? Could she be an experiment like Hydras decoys, or could she have been born with it? The truth lies within her DNA and her past. But her choice lies within her own powers, which can only be answered by the years beyond.

Sushi is an old soul, stuck in the old ways of the world, a writing prodigy, and a woman full of anxiety. Nicholas is not, he WAS a troublemaker, but a changed man - born to a rich family and is privileged beyond his imagination set to lead a town he never asked for. Set in Philippines, two hearts of different beliefs and way of life will find their way to each other in a love story - even Sushi herself could not write.

A collection of poems in the languages of my heart A book full of red roses, wolves and the moon The book of my Soul

Nicolás, es un joven músico de 17 años que tiene como objetivo escribir una canción romántica, pero no tiene ninguna historia romántica que contar. Junto a sus amigos, familia y una chica que conocerá en el camino, buscará la letra perfecta para su canción.

Christine is a broke, laid back, carefree, twenty-two-year-old woman. Relying on her best friend Janet. While also being Leah Michelle during the nights of suppressing her problems. Battling depression. While also sitting and digging up in her own rut of confusion. Drew a handsome elegant bachelor. Fashion designer, investor a list of things you could dream of. Always receiving what he wants. Appreciated by the female population. Using the money for his desires. Soon to be the youngest billionaire alive. Yet he's lonely and extremely ignorant in the way he goes along in his life. When they cross paths it's let's say they weren't at the best times in their life. Nonetheless very awkward one could say. Two different worlds. Two in need of something the other has. Being each other's support just for the publicity. Maybe for money. Not love. *** "You wouldn't want to punch this pretty face, Kitten." I scoffed. "I beg to differ." he released my hands. "Leah," he spoke. I looked at him giving a grimace. "Yes?" "It's practically three, Leah." I looked at his very fashionable suit. He looked at my raggedy dress sucking his teeth. I narrowed my eyes. Our mouths opened at the same time. Both nasty. "Do you have a problem--" "You really think you're going out like this--" We stared at each other. *** Read more lovelies (;

Poems and Short Stories

{You don't need to watch True Blood to read this!} Sage Roland runs away from home to hide in the small town of Bon Temps, Louisiana. She thought she would be safe, but trouble found her. And so did a tall mysterious vampire named Eric Northman. Secrets unveil and trust breaks. Love or hate, which will triumph all?

collection of thoughts from a young mind about music from another time.

AVAILABLE ON KINDLE AMAZON A girl of sixteen lives in a small family with her widowed father and her infant sister. After months of homeschooling along with raising Serena, her father finally decides he send his daughter off to a public school. Lena has to face a society she was never used to, but things change when she meets the inseparable James Allan and his grandmother, Amelia Allan. Everything turns out perfectly fine until a hardship befalls one of them. Her lover, James Allan, finds himself a wreck and can hardly bear the pain any longer. He has no choice but to leave his beloved town. All those years of waiting patiently for him, she, Lena Foster, starts to wonder if all of it is going to be worth it in the end. (Written by: Andina F. K)

some poems which i wrote from my fifteen year old prospective.....and the feelings which i have . We all have this feeling or teenage problems which makes us think we are not worthy enough for whatever positions we are right now. Are you one of them who feels the same thing ? If you are. go ahead . . . Its my first book to publish on wattpad so show some love and affection..and i am sure it will love you back babe..😉..so don't think too much just go ahead and read it😊. . . . . And always remember i love you . . . . Highest rank--- #3 temporary #lifesucks

A figure walked aimlessly in an abyss, with motion of such dim weariness. Where sound is lost, no steps are heard. Without vision, no direction is found. Yet all transpires within the labyrinth of nothingness. And as it's where existence is bred, One, not more than Two, seeks its beginning. They wait, however, impatient. "P.. apa... papa..." It pleads. Inaudible as more arises, it knows no cease. It must finish its solemn vow. Until the endless space caves in to choke its words. The motion halts. Now within a tunnel, it stood... and from afar, as dull as it may be, a speck of light shone. "My beautiful Ahriadne..."