Sincere Stories

Nae Finds Her True Lover Brandon . They Been Through It All ! They Build a Special Bond Through Pain , Love , Lies , Trust , And He Gives Her All The Love He Could , He Gave Her Thug Passion (published 2014)

"Sometimes the person meant for you isn't the one who chooses you first." ✧ ?? x Original Female Character ✧ Love Island USA Season 8 Fanfiction ✧ Confessionals Included

V and Ginger were 5 years old when they met in kindergarten. 10 years later, can they still be friends?

"A vessel that holds emotions and thoughts expressed through words strung together" This is a compilation of poems from a poet who is on the road to self-discovery. Cover Photo: Kier In Sight from Unsplash

Carrie, a once-alive now not alive girl in her mid-twenties, watches her own funeral from her ghostly point of view as her family, friends, and not-at-all friends say their final goodbyes.

" We can always start from zero"Lol. I'm Sasha Martin. And between the fucking problems of adoption, the double face friends, the lawyers we would like to atomize, I only ask to be able to act as if nothing had happened. But my identity is torn, my heart turned upside down, my story shifted. Fortunately, my new life as a criminal suit me perfectly.

One day, when Lisola was young, she came across a wounded man. Determined to save him, she took him back home only to be confronted by Demons. "Create a pact." The man whispered to her. "Create a pact with me and I will fight." Frightened and confused, Lisola saw no other choice and created a 'pact' with the mysterious man. He fought off the Demons with the remainder of his strength and smiled at the girl. "I'll protect you from now on." He whispered to her, touching her neck with his hand. Lisola felt afraid, but trusted the man. "What's your name?" She asked. He choked a reply as he felt blood seep into his lungs. "Andem."

-RPW -Not OP Related -No Voice Related I broke the silver rule, and I'm not going to regret everything that I do. -I still really love you beybi. I choose you🦋

Letters to the love of my life of when I am missing him. The thoughts and words of my love struck mind

6h30 mon réveil sonna j'allais faire ma petite routine dire bonjour à mes "parents" ét A mon petit " frere" je l'ai aime plus que tout au monde mais mon jumeau bien plus car c'était le seul qui avait connu l'est meme truc que moi puis je déjeuna partie me laver, m'habiller,me maquiller (brossa mes dents et tout sa ) je me dis une queue de cheval j'était assez populaire et mon frere aussi on avait beaucoup d'amis mais il y avait toujours cette petasse pour m'enlever mon frere oui vous avez bien compris c'était Jeanne je n'avais aucun respect pour Dell et pourtant je respect tout le monde ici bref notre bus passais A 7h30 ét il était 7h25 alors on décida de partir et comme d'habitude on dit bonjour a tout le monde et fais un câlin à mon copain ét A mes bestouille Jeanne: Ét moi tu sais pas dire bonjour ! Moi: Nan tu me pollue quand tu ouvre ta grande g****** de mer** Jeanne: Pfff tu sert à rien ??: Laisse L'aire trkl elle est populaire et toi t'es une mer** à coter personne t'aime tu voie alors maintenant tu te la ferme ou je te fais avaler t'es fausse "Nike" ok ! Jeanne: Mais chaton tu dit rien !!! Noam:T'as trop pris la confiance tu peut pas Ç est ma jumelle tu ne passeras jamais avant elle ! Jeanne: T'ES SÉRIEUX !! JE TE QUITTE T'ES QU'UN CON !!!!! A ce moment je me mis à rire mais pas comme d'habitude le mal de ventre était arriver tlm je rigoler et tout le monde c'était retourner toute les meufs venait voir mon jum's pour sortir avec seule une qui devait etre nouvelle était la enfermer dans son coins je m'arrêtais de rigoler pris mon sac car le bus était la ét j'attendez que la fille passe ét lui demanda ... Moi: HEY!! Je peut m'assoir à coter de toi ? La fille: Oui bien-sûr !! Moi: Tu t'appelle comment ? La fille : Noela Ét toi c'est Laure c'est sa ?! Moi: Oui c'est sa tu veut rester avec moi aujourd'hui ? Il y aura mes amis mais ils sont cool tkt :) Noela: Ho...Heu...Moi rester avec la plus populaire BIEN-SÛR !!! Moi: Ok o

A bunch of Letters I wrote to God about everyday life. These letters helped me a lot, I hope it blesses you.

Day to day things that can happen when you are in a relationship and what are the best responses

A heartfelt tribute to the beloved Khalifah, Hazrat Mirza Masroor Ahmad (aba) - the guiding light of peace, love, and unity. This poem expresses deep devotion, admiration, and gratitude for his wisdom, compassion, and unshakable faith in Allah. Each verse reflects the bond of love between the Khalifah and his followers, portraying him as a beacon of hope, a shield for the Ummah, and a light that brightens the hearts of believers around the world. Written with sincerity, faith, and love - a humble offering to the one who leads us toward truth and peace.

This isn't a novel. This is a compilation of my thoughts, short quotes that helps me when I'm at my worst, short stories that I've read or told to me that could inspire you, poems and anything, really, that could feed your beautiful soul. This might be the words you've never said; thoughts you've never thought; things you've never done; mistakes you've never learned; beauty you've never seen; or news you've never heard. I write stuff when my brain gets to work and it's really any time of the day. So, I'll compile it here. It could be about love, life, handling emotions, challenges, work, friends, family, spiritual relationship, sometimes fun stuff, and whatnot. This is inspired by Paolo Coelho's Like The Flowing River (which I just finished reading). It's also a compilation of stories he has heard and things he has experienced. Reading it made me more inspired and persistent because I know, even the greatest starts at page 1. Hope this could feed your beautiful souls. Happy reading. xx, F

Come in! Come in! I welcome thee. For thy have stumbled in this little book made by me.. And I offer thee; Quotes in all genres! From the darkness of our souls, to the needs of our minds. From our cutting edge sarcasm, to the great philosophies that last through time. From the slang of our modern world, to the words spoken in history, never be forgotten . And sweet succulent taste of poems, you, my dear hunters must have crave to notice this simple book, in the quite nook of this vast wonder. So I ask of you, oh great book Hunter, that may you to take a peek in this fickle thing of a book. But take heed, that you might be ensnare by the words that are written from the words that pour out of thy heart.

Short little poems based on my coffee addiction and this stranger that I have yet to meet..