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"Somos animales. Lo único que hemos venido a hacer a este mundo, el único objetivo de la vida, es procrear. Sí, así suena un poco decepcionante, pero es así. El amor no existe. Sólo la capacidad de darle toda tu confianza a otro ser humano igual de estúpido que tú, para que te destroce por dentro. El amor es como una soga, pero que en vez de matarte rápido, lo hace lentamente, día tras día." Aquello era lo que pensaba Charlotte Rose, una chica de 17 años un tanto "diferente". Tras aquella relación bastante difícil que había tenido un par de meses atrás, estaba decidida que no quiere volver a abrirse a nadie más, quizás porque así no sufriría tanto como ya lo había hecho. No volvería a enamorarse, o por lo menos eso era lo que ella pensaba, hasta que conoce "accidentalmente" a Jack, un chico dos años mayor que ella, una noche en una cafetería. Y desde entonces no volvió a decir lo mismo. *************************************************************************************************** - A esto era a lo que tenía miedo. - Dije tajante. No pude evitarlo. - ¿A qué? - A volverme a enamorar de alguien. Sé que algún día vas a destrozarme el corazón, Jack. Lo vas a hacer como todos lo hicieron. - ¿Por qué iba a hacerlo? - Preguntó, nervioso - Sería cómo dispararme a mí mismo, ¿no lo entiendes?

Memory. Oh my first ever horse. A stunning one. Through challenges we faced you never gave up. Turns out you were a fighter. For me. I loved her. Thank you my sweet little palomino.

This is a story about the trials travails successes and near-successes of many a young people in Africa and perhaps countries around the world going through the usual throes of daily living modernly referred to as "hustling" in the hope of making it to that elusive hope that may not ultimately be the secret to true happiness. That we spent our entire waking hours chasing after something that is right under our nose as the saying goes,like chasing a butterfly around the park,it darting from one side to another,never going far,so near yet so far,but when we sit down and take it apace the beautifully colored creature might even sit on our very arm that seeks.

Love was something Ina always wanted . Not the kind that you feel for your parents or sibling or friends. No , she was looking for something else. The kind that gave you butterflies, and made you smile for no reason at all . The kind that made you feel giddy and excited . This was the kind of love that she wanted . The kind that she would wish every night that would come looking for her. Instead she got the bad one , the kind that make her heart feel like it was going to burst out of her chest. The kind where her hands gets sweaty. the hellish type if she might say so herself.

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This is a story about a girl, who has hated her life but eventualy it became better. But with a twist.

Wolves. They've lived in Brooklyn Woods for as long as Willow can remember. She was always enchanted by them, the sincere gaze they always held. But looks can be deceiving, and when your life hangs in balance, where do you turn? She has 20 days to find out the biggest secret of all: but is it enough?   Check out the sequel! Behind The Mask!   Highest Ranking: #51 in Short Stories #128 Werewolf

Здравейте, казвам се Джулия Джонсън и целият ми живот вървеше съвсем добре, докато бомбата не попадна в моите ръце и не гръмна в лицето ми. Не знам, как се съвзех, но знам заради кого го направих, не само най-добрият ми приятел Елиът, а и още някой.... Това е моята история

Secret letters that were written to a mother. Heart broken lives listen to the thoughts of this young mother as she pours out her heart to her children

They are my poems. My save zone. They are my shield. They are my voices. They are my everything. They are my life lines. Every piece of me is there .

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Tessa hates-no-hate is not the word, Tessa DESPISES it when girls are left heartbroken after a one night stand. She despises play boys so much so if it was up to her, she would personally throw them in front of a moving bus. Tessa is on a mission to play a player, break his heart and teach him a lesson or two. Sounds simple right? Well not exactly... Sam has been breaking hearts since he was fourteen. His charming personality and exotic good looks make it easy for him to have girls falling at his feet. Will the girl on a mission be able to play the handsome devil, or will the handsome devil sabotage the girl's mission?

Olivia is a imaginative girl who thinks so little of her self. The best day of her life comes when she gets invited to Hannah birthday the popular girl! Will she become a popular girl or ditch them to be with Jenny?

A Short Story of three different people. Having different path under the same sky. "Has different of passion of life,love and healing process. Having different of ways of living themselves, Has different faith and different story "Live your life before you reached your ground" Writer Quote

Last year, Keara planned to go back to the mansion. She goes to Spy High School (SHS), she didn't intend to bring anyone but Liz, her best friend. Well until her Covert Operations teacher, Mrs.Williams, (Keara's mom), said that they were going to explore the same mansion, that Keara and her friends, went to for the second time! Keara is surprised, but the thing is, will she and her classmates make it out, alive?

"Love isn't always blind, for it can cause those who are to truly see." - Louis Frank and Georgia Davis grew up as small town lovers, a milkman and a farm girl whose worlds seemed to intertwine at the first tip of the male's hat. But just like his source of income, life can turn sour rather quickly. In a tale that is told through the narrator, Georgia, love is found in even the darkest of moments, for shadows can be broken by even just a little bit of color.