Smiths Stories

Society will always bother me; people live mindlessly, only caring about themselves, not once stoping to think about those around them or the world. But he wasn't like that, he looked past those people and that's why I loved him so much... -An Alex James fanfic

I've been waiting to do something on Wattpad so I decided to share my obsession of Johnny Marr with the world lol

Y/N is a 26 year old male who was abandoned on a random planet at 15 'cause he was born a neko, which wasn't normal. Rick And Morty just so happened to go to that planet to get something, and meet Y/N instead.

This is about someone you may or may not have heard of and I decided to get you to know her a little better.

"They call me the wild rose, But my name was Eliza Day. Why they called me this I do not know, For my name was Eliza Day..." This is the short bittersweet story about Eliza Day and her suitor Lincoln Smiths and their three day courtship. Eliza is a sweet, innocent and naive girl who is automatically drawn to the mysterious and dark Lincoln who has singled her out and is captivated by her beauty. However, if Eliza wanted a happy ending, she's never going to get it as she finds out too late... "As I kissed her goodbye I said, 'All beauty must die' And lent down and planted a rose 'tween her teeth" It's based on the song by Nick Cave and Kylie Minogue - Where the wild Roses grow...

Y/N loomis is Samuel loomis niece she is 14 years old and one day she gets interested in her uncles work and she then meets the boy that's so called. 'Pure Evil' what will happen? After he kills people for her she isn't allowed near him and for the next 7 years she forgets about him but he certainly doesn't forget about her.

Wierd family I created

!!!REQUESTS OPEN!!! started:4/18/21 11:45 PM ended: ongoing lowercase intended

This story is about finding a love in the worst of times and how it can change a lonely abused girls life ( no triggers and no graphic description of any abuse only mentions to help the story) Please give it a read :)

"𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐢'𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞." "𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧." ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞. ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘦𝘵. © haleysuns 2020 ► david dobrik x oc ► mental illness awareness! ► real life ► ON HOLD

"Veiled Hearts: Ranvi and Shivaye" Ranvi Shekhawat and Shivaye Singhania were polar opposites in every sense of the word, yet they shared an unbreakable bond that had stood the test of time. Childhood best friends, they had grown up side by side, their banter and mischief forming the cornerstone of their friendship. But life had other plans for them. The years had molded them into two distinct personalities who were now titans in the corporate world. Shivaye Singhania was the epitome of a charming, cold-hearted CEO. With his piercing gaze and a smirk that could disarm anyone, he carried the weight of his family's legacy on his broad shoulders. A ruthless strategist in the boardroom, Shivaye had a flirty demeanor that often left people guessing about his true intentions. Despite his tough exterior, he was the heartbeat of his family-a devoted son who cherished his late parents' teachings, an inspiration to his siblings, and a warrior protecting his grandparents' honor. Ranvi Shekhawat, on the other hand, was a fiery storm. The bold and sexy CEO of Shekhawat Enterprises, she commanded respect and fear in equal measure. Her rude yet captivating persona kept everyone at arm's length, but behind that steely exterior was a woman who lived and breathed for her family. To her, love was a weakness she couldn't afford, yet deep down, she craved a connection as profound as the one she shared with Shivaye in their childhood . So dekhte hain age age kya hoga ...... 😉 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Tumko paya hai to jese khoya hun ..... 😩💕

A poem I wrote last year what I found about a guy who I loved. It is mainly just multiple of song lyrics and my own words mixed. (Warning, this was in an obsessive stage.)