Historias de Oldsoul

MELODY OF WORDS

Just writing for boredom and work on my noob writing skills and follow my wayward life through these Digital pages.

We all have a destiny. We all live. We experience tragedy, love, life and death. So many aspects of our lives we cannot control. The question is how to deal with it all.

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 (;

Elizabeth Ferguson is an 18 year-old and old soul as she led to be. She gets recruited by a bunch of misfits that lead her to live as she always wanted to, on one condition... to kill.

Evelina, or Eve to her friends, has always felt a little out of place. Her love of music, storytelling, and quiet reflection makes her feel timeless-like her soul has wandered through centuries before landing here. Follow Eve across three eras-medieval forests, Victorian libraries, and the colorful 1980s-where her passions for writing, music, gaming, and Irish dance echo across time. With recurring symbols, a mischievous cat, and a touch of magic woven through her life, Eve discovers that some tendencies are more than personality... they're old soul tendencies.

"When tears do no fall, when soul becomes old, i come with the words" - A, 2016.

Because of YOU, In Gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face. I no longer remember your hands. How did your lips feel on mine? ----PABLO NERUDA Poems from the depth of heart... Words straight out of soul... All is Handwritten by myself Paper Awards 2nd place poetry @papercommunity Featured by the Wattpad Community @WattpadCommunity

Some stories are not written in ink... they're whispered across time." When Inaaya Sharma moves into an old ancestral home with her Dadi, she doesn't expect dusty trunks, mysterious letters, and the lingering scent of a love she's never lived-yet feels deeply connected to. Each letter she discovers pulls her closer to a name she never knew was hers-Aarohi. And a boy from the past-Rhidam, whose words still breathe through time. What happens when forgotten love starts to bloom again in the present? When blurred dreams and faded roses begin to reveal the story of two souls destined to meet-again and again? Letters. Dreams. And a timeless connection that refuses to fade... "Letters from the Past" - A story of forgotten names, soul-deep love, and the echoes of a life once lived.

For you, my love.

A heart break from an old soul's perspective .

Hello I'm Moon no that's not the first name but it is my middle name

Recuerden que el conocimiento es poder, ¿Quién mejor que ellos para enseñarnos a brillar no?

Teenager Lisa Pullman just moved to Virginia, she left behind so much her books, her home, and most of all her brother. After a tragic divorced happened between her parents, Lisa takes it upon herself to take care of her brother. She leaves her brother in California until she finds a home where her brother and her can live. While she's in Virginia she meets a boy named Brandon. Lisa doesn't want to onto him because she knows that her heart will be broken just like it did with her parents with the divorce. Will she finally accept her love for Brandon? Or will she let him go?

She loves the moon but do the moon love her ?

well. don't take any unless u credit them please.

The world has became slow isn't it. This poem has a hidden message for you, "You are not alone :)."

In the heart of the bustling city stood Dhwani's Library, a hidden sanctuary where the scent of aged paper and the soft rustle of turning pages filled the air. Amidst the labyrinthine aisles of books, Shantanu sought refuge from the chaos of the world, his soul finding solace in the quiet embrace of literature. It was within the hallowed halls of Dhwani's Library that Shantanu's path crossed with Shashank's-a chance encounter that would change the course of both their lives. Shashank, with his outgoing demeanor and chivalrous spirit, seemed to light up the room wherever he went. Yet beneath his charismatic facade, a soul tormented by confusion and doubt, struggling to come to terms with his own sexuality. As Shantanu and Shashank's worlds collided, they found themselves drawn to each other in ways they couldn't explain. Despite their differences, they shared a passion for literature and a longing for connection that transcended societal norms and expectations. As their friendship deepened, Shantanu became Shashank's confidant, the one person he could confide in about his inner turmoil. And as Shashank grappled with his feelings, Shantanu found himself falling for the charming yet troubled soul who had captured his heart. Set against the backdrop of Dhwani's Library-a haven for lost souls and kindred spirits-this is a tale of two men bound together by the pages of their own story. It's a journey of self-discovery, acceptance, and the transformative power of love to heal even the deepest wounds of the heart.

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