Wildflower Stories

NEEDS EDITING THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT He built a fortress around his heart. She brought a wrecking ball and a secret. Elias Thorne is a mystery in Oakhaven, A solitary figure and the owner of a successful tattoo franchise, his wealth is as carefully guarded as his silence. He is the quiet grump the whole town wants to decipher, but no one ever gets close. Elias likes his life neat, organized, and utterly empty of anything that could remind him of love and loss. Then June Hayes arrives. Burnt out from the new york art scene and pregnant via a donor, June is determined to create a peaceful, new life for herself and her baby. To the locals, she's just a sweet, new artist. They have no idea she's also viral sensation with over a million followers who sells her work to the A-list. June sees Elias's grumpy exterior and smiles. She needs a friend, and she has decided the broody, ball cap wearing man (no seriously I never see him without a hat on - June) across the street is it. She invades his quiet space showing up at the inkwell every Tuesday and spending the day, sharing her music, and poking at his meticulous order. Elias fights it all, clenching his jaw and pulling his cap low to hide the truth: he fell for the Wildflower the minute she crashed into his life. As June begins posting subtle, faceless photos of him, their reluctant friendship turns into an online viral romance that threatens to expose both of their secrets. How do you guard a heart that already belongs to a Wildflower, a baby, and a life you swore you'd never have? And what happens when the most careful grump in Oakhaven blurts out, "That's my wife," just to stay by her side? Tropes: - Grumpy x Sunshine - He Falls First - Protective - Pregnancy - Small Town - Forced Friends - Friends to lovers - Secret Identity CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE

"If I did anything right in my life, it was when I gave my heart to you." [On hold]

These are some poems I've written. Hope you'll like them...

Algumas pessoas chegam depois de um grande amor. E, por mais que sejam acolhidas, nunca deixam de sentir que existe outra primavera habitando aquele coração. Flores Selvagens é um poema sobre amar alguém que ainda carrega lembranças de outra história. Sobre viver entre comparações silenciosas, memórias que nunca foram suas e a dolorosa dúvida de ser um recomeço... ou apenas um intervalo. Uma reflexão delicada sobre o amor, a ausência e a coragem de continuar florescendo, mesmo quando se teme nunca ser a escolha de alguém.

"Suddenly I see, why the hell it means so much to me" Willa and Molly are rivals and also...Co-Captains of their high-school basketball team? What Willa thinks is a hate-driven obsession with Molly turns out to be something much the opposite. What events must occur to open her eyes to her true feelings?

A story about a boy named Abbie who was sent to a church due to him being in danger. He meets a few friends during his stay in the church and who knows, maybe he'll uncover some of the church's secrets :)

When he thought of her, he thought of the wildflowers. When he dreamed of her, he dreamt of the wildflowers. She was his wildflower, Dancing to the contemporary beat of his heart. But who knew, that with their undenied love, would come the collateral damage of youth and ignorance

We'll be a fine line Harry styles x Sabrina carpenter Lot era 2022 - 2023

...all that wildflower energy in your veins - butterflies rising quote

Read On To Find Out:)

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What is y/n going to do? Will she say yes or will she say no?

Louis Tomlinson is sent to Tennessee for a while, and one girl makes it a little bit better.

These are the book series that got me hooked and addicted, enough for me to read the sequels. Hope you like them! Feel free to suggest your own personal favorites! ;-) 06/10/2013

words about a wildflower in human form

❝and what wonders hide in the spaces between our worlds?❞

third installment Parts 25-37

a poem about the things that every wildflower has taught me.

Inspired by the song "Wildflower" by Billie Eilish Regret hangs heavy, a quiet ache that I can't ignore. Good things don't last, and life never stops-it moves so fast, leaving no time to hold on to what matters. I look back now, knowing I let go of two people who shaped me. I'd never dare ask who was better-how could I, when they were so different? She was vibrant, alive, happy and so free in leather, while I was bruning alive my own to doubts and insecurities.