Stormers Stories

Protocol. We had been trained to respond to the air. Protocol had been etched into every corner of our bodies. You did not. ever. break. protocol. And yet I open my eyes. yet I lift my head. Yet... This was not protocol. Hayara is an elite, one of the gifted landers in her tightly knit community. Growing up with the teachings of peace and prayer while hiding behind high walls and strict protocols, she is oblivious to what is happening between the other Landers outside the safety of her home. Too weak to defend themselves against the others out there, her people learn to hide instead of fight, be smart instead of strong. But after Hayara is tossed against her will into a world that she barely knows, her life will change forever. And not for the better. Gorgeous cover made by the talented Aralyn Laentheon @laentheon WARNING! CONTAINS HARSH LANGUAGE! #1 Creaters 18/12/20 #1 Stormers 18/12/20 #22 Silva 30/09/19 #205 Futuristic 28/12/19 #392 mystery 19/10/20 #210 Fantasy 18/12/20 #979 Paranormal 28/12/19

This story's about a rich English girl,her name is Emily Johnson,her parents died when she was just seven years old. Few years later she'll found a boy who'll change her life... P.s: this story is told three years before Pompeii (by bastille)

In which I share my favorite bastille fanfics with you

Lydia is living her fantasy. Who knew the lead singer of her favorite band would fall in love with her. Every thing is just as she imagined, but with minor set backs...

Zelda moved to London for her boyfriend. Short after they break up Zelda meets with a guy called Dan Smith. Slowly they get to know eachother better and better...

In the heart of a vibrant community, a group of young women known as Sweetstorm comes together to defy expectations and forge unbreakable bonds. Through laughter, tears, and countless memories, they navigate the ups and downs of life, love, and friendship. Join Aro and the Sweetstorm crew on their journey of self-discovery, growth, and the power of sisterhood.

"I am thinking it's a sign, that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images. And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned." I sang softly, nearly overpowered by the sound of my guitar. I was rusty, but all in all I didn't think it sounded too terrible. I didn't dare glance up to see what my boys thought of it. "And I have to speculate, that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes. Like puzzle pieces from the clay. And true, it may seem like a stretch. But it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away. When I am missing you to death." I had been stoic and strong through this whole thing. I had to, I wanted to for the sake of the men I loved. They needed an anchor, and I was capable. But playing one of Dan's favorite songs now hit me so painfully hard that I was afraid I would just lose it right then and there. I got the strong sense that this would be the last time. TW: terminal illness

Daniel Smith, lead singer of Bastille, is waking up and finds himself at the centre of the bands fame. How will he, the good looking and talented but shy guy, cope with their success, with their fans and what would you do if you would find your love in Durban. Dan Smith goes back to his roots. Please enjoy my story. Xx

"Hello, Mr. Smith. We're calling about a child you had with..." Theres a pause, "Ashley Caraway." - "Laura, about your Dad... He wants to meet you."

whoever said it was easy, must of had it pretty good.

dan's worst fears are all happening at once

Raven Edwards is a dreamer with a death sentence. Her biggest fear is never being able to live the way she's dreamed. But just when she's learned to accept her fate, a crazy and dashing stranger appears, who's determined to give her the exciting life she's always dreamed of. But time is quickly running out...

Fan fic no 2 follow me btw

This short story details one drunken night of madness Dan and Kyle will never forget. May or may not be Dan's inspiration for 'Torn Apart'. Sequel ~ Daniel in the Den~ out now. *Disclaimer* - I am fully aware that Dyle is not a thing and do not ship it in that way. This story is purely for entertainment, imagination and a bit of fun. As requested by my good friend B. This is for you xx