Yourstruly Stories

Irina Grey is a 17 years old teenager living her human life in a town named Mystic Falls. However, she's not just ordinary girl. She has a secret of her own. She is a witch. Irina has been living with her grandma since her 13 years, when her parents died in a tragic fire. She had to accept it and try to live her normal life again. It all might seem easy, but it isn't. Her life turns upside down the moment a strange guy appears. ✧✦✧ Proclamation of Ownership I do not own any canon characters, settings, or elements from the original work. All rights belong to their respective creators. I only claim ownership of the characters and ideas that I have personally created.

In a world where memories can be implanted, edited, and even stolen, Marc and Amelie's path crosses and they fall deeply in love. Amelie, however, suffers from a rare condition that prevents her from remembering memories from the past, and present.

Now this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it." First class, yo, this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmm, this might be alright. But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? I don't think so I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought, "Nah, forget it." - "Yo, home to Bel-Air." I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

3:36am 2016©

Lyrics from Yours Truly, My Everything, Dangerous Woman, Sweetener, Thank U, Next, EP's & collaborations from Ariana Grande!

"Since you've been around, I smile a lot more than I used to." He said as I picked him up from the floor. "You're drunk, Paolo. Help yourself up. You spilled your drink and you slipped?" I laughed. I completely did not hear what he said just as I helped him. He patted himself and looked deeply in my eye. That was the third time he did, and whenever he does, he's about to do something unpredictable. "You know I love you, right?"

a grande life, man.

we're the same, yet i feel so different ( letters. ) ( 2 in the sun. ) ( 3 in the moon. )

Little pieces of writing that I use to express my emotions to real life situations.

a book that holds a love story is on their hands. the problem is that there is one page that's missing-the page where the happy ending was written. sequel to yours truly, rosie. ©silkvermyg

Your typical cliché love story where Kaycee and Hiro are bestfriends that won't admit their feelings for eachother until one of them makes the first move, however once they thought they finally got the happy ending...

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍.

''Love is a losing battle'' he said while walking away, leaving me thinking those five words over and over again.

Ｕｈ．．． ｔｈｅ ｔｉｔｌｅ？ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɢᴏᴏɢʟᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅʀᴀᴡ ɪᴛ... ᴡᴇʟʟʟʟ, "ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ" ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴀᴡɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴏɢʟᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇᴅ. ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ... Ｔｈｅｎ ｔｈｅｒｅ＇ｓ ｍｅ－－ ₛₒ ᵢₙ cₒₙcₗᵤₛᵢₒₙ... 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤--

I'm no 'expert' model, but I've had experiences with photography, particularly nature and aesthetics. And yuh, all the images taken here were done by yours truly. If you ever want to use any of them, feel free to kindly 'take permission' and give full credits-thank you! Oh and, this lovely art was done by my lovely twin on Instagram! Too bad she won't let me stalk her over here, she mean xD

This is the sequel of Dear Lily. What could happen if the letters appeared again?

This is not my work credits goes to the rightful owner

Unsaid words. These are just words that are waiting to be said, or words that lost its meaning over time.