Teardrops Stories

I've found my black notebook - a repository of my deepest soulful conversations and emotions. Within its pages lie the most intimate parts of my heart. Please, handle it with the utmost care 🖤

Vampires. Werewolves. Ghosts. Oh my! These are the continuing chapters from GABRIEL. I would think its impossible to understand these if you havent already read GABRIEL (i can only post 100 chapters in one story). Most characters belong to Stephanie Meyer (I rarely use them in this one though), I do not own them nor the song lyrics i'll use. Gabriel has been a vampire for over 600 years, but one day his heart starts beating again...for a human. This is his story, and the story of the ups and downs, Hells and Heavens, he must go through. Is he running from a past with dead family and guilt looming over his head, or is he running to a bright new future with the woman he loves?

••Collect her tears in the beautiful petals of pink roses, as they fall, because they're as precious as they come•• Top ranks- 132 in #losing 26 in #teardrops 132 in #snippets

Feeling like he's been living a lie the whole time, Derek decides to end his own life by drinking poison. Note: Most of this story is a dream sequence, and is also a continuation of "Down In The Dumps"!

Two strangers. One contract. No escape. She didn't choose this life, and she certainly didn't choose him. To her, this marriage is a cage; a cold business deal she's forced to endure with a man she barely knows. He plays the part of the reluctant husband perfectly. Behind his icy glares and sharp words lies a secret he isn't ready to share. He's the one holding the keys to her cage, and he has no intention of letting her go. In a house where every look is a challenge and every touch feels like a trap, the game of hate is only just beginning. They say all is fair in love and war. But in this marriage, it's impossible to tell the difference.

VEER SINGH AGNIHOTRI Cold. Controlled. Cursed. Once a boy who believed in love. Now a man carved from loss. He returned to the world he swore he'd burn- his father's blood-soaked empire, the mafia throne he never wanted. Meera Shah's death buried his heart. And now, all that remains is a storm that doesn't feel... Until her. --- KAVYA RATHORE Muted in voice. Screaming in soul. She laughs like she doesn't know pain-and lives like she's made of it. Graceful in her silks, sharp behind her silence. Everyone thinks she's quiet. No one knows she's pretending. --- He's never heard her voice. She's never shown her truth. In a world of guns, grief, and ghosts, can unspoken love still echo loud?

a story about the daily life at the prison of litchfield, focussing on marisol "flaca" gonzalez, maritza ramos and ouija aziza. a story about friendship, love, regrets and forgiveness. (this is an oitnb fanfiction and i will write about all the inmates, but the main story tells about marisol "flaca" gonzalez, maritza ramos and ouija aziza.)

hii its me ali most known as myizku, this story might traumatize you but read it at ur own risk💀🤭 lets get into it! my names Scarlett im 17 years old my father died when i was just 11 and my mother left my father a couple weeks before he died. all i had left was my fathers money and my friends. (You can gladly hit me up on tt myizku🤭JOKE) ❗⛔this story contains some 18+ parts and Some that could acc make you sad⛔❗ i hope you enjoy! Thanks🙉

just some poems to enjoy during a rainy day... and yes, they are about rain :)

Haven Pennyforth was 17 when she died. She wakes up in a place known as Utopia. She trusts only her mother, Rachel who died when Haven was only 2 years old. Can Haven continue her journey on earth or stay in Utopia forever? (utopia is heaven)

Just anything that is on my mind.

when it rains ... tears fall ...

This story is all about Family Broken and how to faced different challenges

These poems help me expresses how i really feel.

A hobby of many people is to sit, watching the rain fall down, droplet by droplet. Wanting to relax and despair about the puddles in the next day. Watching people run around below from the never-ending droplets of rain. But each droplet of rain represents a fallen person's tear from the centuries that have passed. Each droplet holding an individual's story, no matter how sad or how inconsequential the story seems.

Sometimes we need to say sorry, but it sucks when you are too late.

This is a story I wrote about the first time I saw my boyfriend cry and how it broke my heart.