Pub Stories

Isobel Mitchell runs the pub quizzes for her family's pub, the Rush & Daisy. Due to grief, undiagnosed autism and her sister-in-law, she relapses into alcoholism & falls into depression. Following a warm intervention from her family, Isobel ventures out into the unknown, taking the first step by going to a pub quiz in London, miles out of her little garden city of Archerdale. There she meets the (poorly-named) Brainiacs. After partaking and excelling, Isobel joins their group, embarking on a new adventure; first as masterminds, then (inadvertently) as detectives.

What would you fight for? Your best friends, the people in your town, perhaps your country, or maybe even a second chance at love?

JFAIS UNE PUB SUR TIKTOK POUR CELLE QUI VEULENT

Diego lives with his two brothers, Leon and Federico. Diego frequently goes down to the pub where his best friend Marco works in. He sometimes orders root beer but usually he orders lite beer, he always drinks beer in the pub. He doesn't like anything else. He usually meets his friends in the pub too. Lots of stuff happens in his life that he hasn't expected but the most important thing that has ever happened to him was in that pub and since then, he found a thing that might or might not be what it is. Did he find love or hate? Or was it just a false hope that should've never been there? Find out in my story.

Don't play nice. Our love has always been like that. That's always how it had been, there's nothing he can do to change that. He played too easy to get, easy to trick and easy to be hurt. Jason couldn't even cry, he felt like he didn't deserve it. All he knew was he wanted it gone, without another word. Was it ever that easy? Wattpad Fanfiction Slash Entry! Comments/ Criticism Welcome! (almost begging here.) Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, nor 'Erase'. Only the plot of this story alone. All rights go to their respective owners! Cover courtesy of my good friend. Check her out at: http://silverybluemoon.tumblr.com and give her some credit.

Wshhh bien ou quoi ???? azy flemme de faire une description. rentre et c'est tout. En tout cas, y'a de touuut dedans. Punchlines 💯 débats ‼ photo ✨ storytimes 👑💖 concours 💥🔥 pub 📃 et plein d'autres choses ⚜⚜ kissssss 🖤🤎💜💙💚💛🧡❤ ah bah voila j'ai fait une description finalement... 😑

He held his hands around my waist. His eyes was as clear and beautiful as the sky. He just stood there and smiled. He took my hand and kissed it. I couldn't bear it anymore. God damn it, pull it together. He pulled me closer, and my eyes started tearing up. He pulled me even closer, and gave me hug. My head was resting on his chest, and I swear I could feel his heart beating. We just stood there, hoping that this moment would never pass. No, begging that this moment would never pass. It was so quiet we could hear each other breath. It was like we were the only two people alive on this planet. "Promise me one thing..." Niall said, "Never let me go."

(So this is a old story I made some time back so please note that it will have spelling errors due to my age at the time and my bad english.) The mint biscuit is a pub in England which has a little odd boss who offers a new start too those who need it. This story sucks

Labels, they are every where. There's no running away from them. They are part of society. Brooklyn is in the middle of it all. She'd rather be invisible than be noticed. However, the queen bee notices her. Brooklyn is given many labels. She's had enough of it all. Brooklyn creates her own blog under an alis. The topic, her high school. She gets a mysterious e-mail pal. Together they are determined to stop the labels. Brooklyn embarks on her own mission to take down the queen bee. What will become of Brooklyn? Who is her mysterious new friend?

Coucou ! J'ai deux livres de publicités donc toutes les pubs qui sont placées ici iront dans mon autre livre de publicité nommé: PUB WATTPAD. Tu peux quand même t'inscrire ici si tu veux !

This is a story from a picture prompt on @HistoricalFiction. In five hundred words tell a story about it. Two salty mariners get into a tale-spinning match in a tavern.

ON HOLD Angel is not a brave person. She never speaks her mind. She's not very sociable. She's afraid of the dangers of the world. Angel has big dreams that she's too scared to achieve. She's afraid of love. That is until Angel met him. Will he be able to fix her? Or will Angel always be afraid? {Fanfic | Niall Horan} (Description in first chapter)

Pub qui me vienne à l'esprit

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Niall had a sort of normal life.. Zayn was always misunderstood.. Niall was innocent.. Zayn had a tragic past.. Until one night when an unexpected cross of path had began.. The night when Niall caught Zayn's attention.. Niall thought Zayn was his worst nightmare.. Zayn thought Niall was just another game.. Zayn was mysterious.. dangerous.. aggresive.. But what if Niall never went along with his game? His innocence attracted Zayn.. Can Zayn keep him safe? Or would it be too late.. Does involving himrself with Zayn be a right decision. or would it be his biggest mistake? a romace full of passion.. affection.. danger.. Niall was his hardest chase.. zayn was his perfect nightmare.. -contains violence,boyxboy,sex,prostitution,drugs,etc so dont read if your not comfortable with this type of fanfic.

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Christmas is said to be the most wonderful time of year. For some, it might be true, but for others, it's a whole different story. From spending the holidays with their love ones to having a lonely night at the club, each person celebrates Christmas in their own special way. "Christmas is more than just a day of stuffing your face and getting those over-expensive gifts, it's about realizing something you never thought of for the past year." Twelve people with their twelve stories - all happening on the twelve days of Christmas.

An insomniac student/bartender tries her best to deal with a new student patron at the bar. As they both try to coexist and become friends there is something there they don't expect... A cheeky Lapidot story