Wave Stories

ᵀᴴᴱᴱ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴬᵀᴵ × ᵂᴬᵛᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᴺᴬᴾᴴᴬᵀ ᴮᵞ ᴷᴵᴹ ᴶᴿᴹ

Even after 2 years had passed, Pete kasdustria still cannot move on from his high school ex . His first love of life at age of 16. an ex that dump him with care what his feelings Pete still read a book that his ex made just for him as a cute gift , read a recommendation novels that his ex love and sings a song that his ex love to hear from his mouth And now.. hes a freshman at university n get to know someone that have a different personality n spark but..

Here are my Sonic characters.

meet Gadget. she is a quiet person. sometimes she is called the quiet one by miko. she is deadly. shemay look like somebody who can't give a person a broken leg but she can. you know what they say. DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER.

When Sophia gets to know the new mysterious boy with the traumatic life, she enters a world full of horrors that she never knew would happen in real life. Matthew the boy with the traumatic past and life can’t seem to run away from his fears and horrors, the more he tries, the closer it gets. Will he be able to get out of his head and get the help that he needs or will he spiral crash and die from losing his sanity?

(Duang with You AU) Pae is the youngest son of a mafia boss and just wants to live the normal life of a college kid. He makes a deal with his father's head bodyguard, Pie, that he will discover who his secret bodyguard is before the end of the semester. If not, he will have to accept being accompanied by his father's bodyguards. All images of the artists are property of the artists unless watermarked or specified in the chapter.

Thee and Wave 🦷🌊 TheeWave Written - Burmese

Aim to update every week/ every other week, we will see how it goes! There was a loud crash as something hit the wall. Followed by the sound of glass fragments hitting the floor. Their clinking was almost musical. But the sound was almost certainly caused by destruction. A crunch followed. The sound of wood splintering. Probably the table, maybe one of the dining chairs. I sighed. This is why you don't put supernaturals in a house together. Confined spaces are never a good idea. Let alone Britain's next reality TV show. The tension couldn't be greater if we were in a pressure cooker. I wished I had walked when I had the chance. But no. Instead, I chose to stay. I shoved my headphones over my ears as if nothing was happening and flicked my laptop over to YouTube. An hour killed watching 'how it should have ended' videos and the latest chaos should be over. Give them another 45 minutes and the kitchen should resemble its original state again. As well as it could anyway. Then I could make dinner. Mexican food sounded good. You may be wondering how I got here. I know I am. Well, that's a really long story. And like almost all stories it starts with a guy meeting a girl. Pretty typical really. The guy in question is a friend of mine. Well, more of a friend of a friend. And the girl well I didn't know her until a few months ago. Kind of wish I hadn't met her sometimes. Ok, that still doesn't really explain why I'm involved. Maybe I should start at the beginning. That's as good a place as any to start. We were on a boat, I think. Somewhere off the coast of Portugal. It was meant to be a holiday. But it didn't stay that way for long. Find the trailer here:- https://youtu.be/ubCjkcJG61Y https://impossiblydream.wixsite.com/sophiasspace

After taking care of the demons in red grave city Y/N and the dmc team find out that theirs more demons in another world they go there to get rid of the demons but they soon learn of the corruption that's going on in the capital now Y/N and the dmc team have to deal with the demons, the capital, and the revolutionary army

Definitely not smut

I am dying. Help!!! #PlanetOrPlastic

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Desde mi abrir de ojos hasta su cierre final, las luces serán protagonista de mis motivos y sensaciones. Guías de mi destino y adonde me lleven, yo iré. Donde el viento sople será adonde vaya y ahí estaré al final de cada día, siempre diferente y mis pies embarrados pero siempre estaran ellas: las luces.