Истории Rubbersoul

Un fragmento de una historia en proceso. Jolie es una prostituta que trabaja bajo el nombre de Anne-Marie. Fue golpeada por una deuda pendiente y llamó a Lucien (el narrador) para que la ayudara.

collection of random stories (ONE-SHOTS), most based off of songs by the beatles. enjoy! (song titles used are NOT mine. i reference a few lyrics in these songs, but the lyrics and titles do not belong to me at all.) some of these fics are their own separate stories, so if you want a better-formatted read, check those out! this is a oneshot book, and requests ARE appreciated. i just ask for no nsfw, and no ships.

Martin decided that it's a good idea to let The Beatles live at his house. With him, his wife, and his daughter, Lucy. The Four Boys wants to succed in their career. so, they need to be maximised their talents. they are, hormonal teenagers and adults, but then, they know world is not just sex, money and popularity. Lucy likes to lay down in grass while lawn sprinkler is on the low mode. laying down in grass with her eyes up in the sky. (lowercase intended)

This is my very short Fic ever, Criticism would really be appreciated!! I'm not sure of this will just be a one shot or if I should continue it, let me know!! ^-^ Edit!: Expect better works now!! Tell me what I can do better!!

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 '𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖' 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 '𝒃𝒖𝒕', 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕.

"You mean, like supernatural interventions and God 'n all that?" A breathless whisper. "Like a trip through time" replied the pair, at the same time. "You can't be serious" John laughed, too loud, the sound startled a nearby family of magpies in a tall oak, settling in against the autumn wind. But his disbelief held no weight. Just as the Beatle reached for the last prophecy, the future, a familiar pair of hands obscured his vision, one over each eye.