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Midnight Stories

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Muchas veces me he sentido perdida. Otras veces me he sentido eufórica, nostálgica o triste. Supongo que tú también te has sentido así alguna vez, ¿verdad? Lo único que sé es que cada cosa que vivimos, tras haberla reflexionado, nos construye una personalidad. A mi me gusta pensar las cosas en la madrugada, ¿y a ti? ¿Cuando creas tus Historias de Madrugada?All Rights Reserved

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Shawn Mendes Imagines [COMPLETED] by Sky_Power747

The title describes it all. Requests (except for dirty ones) are welcome. Have fun reading! // Le titre dit tout. Les demandes (à l'exception de avec un esprit tordu) sont les bienvenus. Bon lecture! *All imagines will only be in English // Les pensées sont seulement en Anglais **Updates are every (I don't know) days // Les mises à jour sont tous les (Je ne sais pas) jours ***This book contains more sad imagines than happy ones. I recommend you have a box of tissues ready, but you're always more than welcome to cry along :) // Ce livre contient imagine plus tristes que les heureux. Avoir une boîte de mouchoirs prêts.

Love Is Love by Thyluvjojo1

LOVE FOR A LIFETIME CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE ITS 5 YEARS BEFORE THIS BOOK❤️❤️ My mom always said I was special. She told me I wasn't like all the other kids that used to bully the poor little blind black girl and I believed her....until she died and left me alone in this cold world. She left me like everyone else does but the only thing is it happened without her wanting to. That's why I could never hate her. That's why I can never give anyone the time of day that's why I stay alone. Studying, crying,passing all my classes, and living. That was until.... _________________________________________ He lifts my chin and I can tell he's staring into my lifeless eyes. "Stop doing that a Queen should always have her head held high and never let her crown fall, and if it slips your King will always be there to fix it," he whispers in the most gentlest way I have ever heard. "Do you really think I can be a Queen?" I ask "I know you are a born Queen and a Queen should always have a King to make sure your crown never falls," he said and I smile even tho I since a double meaning behind it which I choose to ignore. I dont prove read Started: February 29, 2024 Finished:........

ALONE by Deeisokay

"Calm down", she said and embraced me. When I was calm enough, she withdrew from my embrace and looked into my eyes. I couldn't miss those words her eyes spoke. "Run away!", they screamed at me but I couldn't move. This time they really meant for me to run, how could I run when I was trapped by their beauty. ***Losing both parents on her birthday, Josephine never imagined her life to turn out this way. Having a dangerous tracking device implemented in her by her uncle, she was not safe ***She lived with her uncle where she was abused daily. She met a friend who showed her the true meaning of love happiness and friendship. Having given happiness a chance, would it change her life for good or for bad? Keep reading to find out..

Maybe Us. (Vance Hopper x FEM! Reader) by heorri

You had been attending the same school for over 15 years, obviously because you were born in the small town in North Carolina. You were living a pretty normal life, till all of the abductions started happening in 1977. But lets go back a bit. Lets go back to the year 1976. You had been on a night shift on November 18th, 1976. There were many more people than your previous shift. Really the only people there were dropouts, druggies, drug dealers, freaks, and alcoholics. All around the ages 14-22. Everybody was pretty chill with eachother, except for a few people, but that was just the minority. You had been zoned out while staring at the clock, then suddenly heard a DING! Some kid wanted to buy some cigarettes again. You looked at him and he said "Jesus kid, you in a mental insitute or something? Snap out of it." you ringed him up after he asked you for a pack of camels, and then looked at a familiar guy playing pinball. The same blonde that got over 100,000 his last time he came. Everybody started hyping him up, so he's trying to beat 100,000. You remember the mess you had to clean up after some kid accidently knocked over a bunch of beer. You like to not think about how it ruined your favorite pair of shoes. He messed up again, and kicked the machine. You yelled out to him "That thing costs money you know." then he looked at you. His face almost looked angelic. But he had been the jerk of your highschool, so he couldn't be that angelic. He looked away and picked at his pockets. He pulled out nothing. He started walking up to you and started asking for a dime. "Come on, I feed you guys this money all the damn time. Plus you will just get it back." "Then maybe don't waste all your money on pinball. We've gained around $200 with you coming here almost everyday. Thanks for that." and then you smiled while picking up your book. He looked at you in anger, then you looked back up at him. He looked like he was in a bad mood. "Here's a dime." you said handing him a dime.

Hidden by Safiah256

All my life iv been alone. I grew up in an orphanage where my mom dropped me off at 6months and never looked back. She gave them all my documents and told them every month she going to deposit money for my up keep and she did. Every month the nuns at my orphanages will dance like craZy when the money goes through cause that means that our doors will be open for one more month. When I was 5 the orphanage changed it name to Zibusiso Care. My name and we started receiving funding like crazy allowing our kids to go to the best schools in SA that also giving me an opportunity to grow. When I was 18 I had to leave to study and I did go and did communication and bagging a degree. Than on my graduation day which is today, i received a letter of appointment to come for an interview as a project manager to one of the biggest and world known company and am in nerves. Bare in mind iv never applied there. That the story of my life, things just happen for me. Just like how I got a letter of this apartment am staying at, just like how its got furniture to all the things that I love and adore and just like how BMW called for me to fetch my car and I got there its a blue M series just like how my phone rings now and than and I get what I need at that specific time. My name is Zibusiso Mae and this is my story called hidden. In this story we going to laugh, we going to cry and we going to enjoy every moment of it. But mostly we going to enjoy... Have fun with me❤️

All Of You by ameesaAhlam

(Though highly recommend to read the book "Obsession, Madness & Love" first, this book can be read as a standalone.) ____________________________________________ I made a mistake. A terrible one. I betrayed my best friend. The only person who ever cared for me. But I had no choice. Then there's his younger sister, Maria Andrews who always looked up to me as if I was some kind of an angel, little does she know that I am far away from that. And now I am on the run, trying to leave everything behind. But it's been four years, four fucking years since her eighteenth birthday when she confessed having feelings for me. For Me. And her words still haunt me, the tears in her eyes when I rejected her still burn my heart but I did what I had to do. People don't love me, especially women...they only seek pleasure from me. I am not a lovable person and someone you should definitely steer clear of. Getting involved with my best friend's (or ex best friend's) sister is stupid and I'm fucking mature enough to not even think of her, of someone who is eight years younger than me. But now, she is here and God help me, I am about to cross every fucking line.

Not Sick But Not Well. by La_marquise732

This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

The Adventures of A Teenage Boy by BabySuga7

Ever felt like you don't belong? I do most of the time. I watch my friends smiles and try to match and try to be happy but I can't stop feeling like something's missing. They all out here having good things going for them while I'm boring as hell. I don't know what I'm missing but I can't help it. ...

Heaven On Earth by LGLministry101

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The Fake Smile He Wears by PotatoNoLife

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Shawn Mendes Imagines [COMPLETED]

The title describes it all. Requests (except for dirty ones) are welcome. Have fun reading! // Le titre dit tout. Les demandes (à l'exception de avec un esprit tordu) sont les bienvenus. Bon lecture! All imagines will only be in English // Les pensées sont seulement en Anglais Updates are every (I don't know) days // Les mises à jour sont tous les (Je ne sais pas) jours This book contains more sad imagines than happy ones. I recommend you have a box of tissues ready, but you're always more than welcome to cry along :) // Ce livre contient imagine plus tristes que les heureux. Avoir une boîte de mouchoirs prêts.