The Boy From My Dreams
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***He had the most perfect colored emerald eyes, a bone structure that was so flawless it looked almost un-humanly possible, smooth tan skin with not even the slightest blemish, he was tall with a very slim, built-although not too built-body, and his blonde hair was swept to the side at the perfect place with not a single misplaced strand. He was flawless.*** and then I woke up. Why does this keep happening? All I get is just a glimpse of this random boy's perfection and then I am awakened by pure, utter, nothingness! This has happened every night for the past two months and I have no clue why! I have never even laid eyes on this boy yet I find myself dreaming of him every night.
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*Previously named: I'm Not A Saint* ----- "Do you honestly not get it yet?" A small part of me questioning out of pure amazement, but mostly out of built-up anger. There's a slight pause before he responds, " That you're blind? Well no shit. I just wanted to know what the papers were." So calmly that it causes a shiver up my spine. Despite my whole body telling me not to, I turn in his direction. His words seem to repeat in my head. Any composure that I had-gone- replaced with an overwhelming amount of insecurity. The moment he said those words, I thought he could be the somebody. The somebody that wasn't like the rest of the students here. But instead a small gasp leaves his lips and he doesn't say anything anymore. I close my eyes and face the front of the class again. "No shit, right?" I mutter under my breath. My eyes will always be a clear give away to the fact that I'm blind. From my memory of before, when everything had color, they were a deep brown. After the accident however, most of the color left and a dullness entered, according to my mom. She claims they still have the appearance of normal eyes, just slightly discolored hazel ones. I will never be able to decide that for myself. ------Concluida
My Past Mate Rejected Me
"You rejected me!! Not the other way around!!" I yelled at him, tears streaming down my face. "I know." He says, he head hangs low. "And I'm sorry. I should never have rejected you." He went to take my hands into his but I turned away from him. Tears were still going down my face. How could he, after all this time, have the nerve to come here. He knew that he had hurt me. Now he is sorry and wants me back? No. "Please. Believe me. I messed up big time! I didn't know what I had until it was gone!" He said. I heard every word. They cut through the wall of my heart and placed themselves on it . It hurt. But what he did to me had hurt even more. "That's right. You screwed up. Consider me lost." I said. Then I walked away.Concluida
Only You
As we reached my hotel room door, Christian pressed me against it, bring his lips to mine again. I pulled away swiping my card to unlock the room door. I turned back to Christian's implored eye and smile innocently. "No, you can't come in" "Please?" he begged, using the full effects of his eyes on me. I shook my head weakly knowing that if he asked again, I would cave in. His eyes pierced through me, causing me to squirm under his gaze. Suddenly, the elevator opens as Madison walked out with Warren by her side. "I thought you'd be asleep by now" she says to me, thankfully pushing me into the room, breaking the intensity Christian created between us. "Good night Warren, good night Christian." Christian was still gazing at me when the door closed in his face. I quickly ran to open it as Madison jumped on my back causing me to fall to the floor. "What are you doing? get off me!" "Is everything okay in there?" I heard Warren's voice from the door "Fine" Madison called out, pinning me to the floor. Cheerleading is really doing her good. I need to work out more. "Stop being so desperate!" she whispers to me We looked up as the door opened. Mandy stood in the doorway as Liam, Warren, and Christian's confused eyes stared down at us. "Umm, yeah... Night" Mandy says as she entered the room, closing the door behind her. She looked down at us and begins to open her mouth. "Don't ask" I said, managing to push Madison off me.Concluida
When our eyes met
"As I looked up, my eyes met someone else's. He had curly copper brown hair that fell on his forehead and a chiseled jaw but I wasn't too concerned about his physical attributes. What really stuck out to me was his hazel eyes. I felt my pupils dilate as I slowly melted in his eyes. I felt safe in the comfort of his gaze. Why do I feel safe? The room faded away. It was just the two of us. Why does he have this effect on me? His eyes looked sympathetic. Why is he sympathetic? What are my eyes telling him? I felt a warm sensation flow through my body as my breaths became deeper. I didn't care about any of what happened before and I didn't care about anyone else. I just wanted to stay in this moment, with him, forever."Concluida
REVEALED
Night has always been alone. Abandoned at birth and raised in an orphanage, he learned to live with the pain of being forgotten. Though the caretakers were kind, their warmth never seemed to reach him, and school was even worse-a place where bullies thrived, and no one cared enough to help. The weight of loneliness became unbearable, pushing him to run away. But on that fateful night, just as he thought it was all over, a mysterious being saved him from the brink of death. The next morning, Night woke up, confused and shaken. Had he really survived? Or was something else at play? His world turned upside down when a new student transferred to his class-someone who looked exactly like him. Light, the new student, was the opposite of Night. Warm, kind, and strangely familiar, he seemed to know more about Night than he let on. As Light walked into his life, things began to change. The bullies who tormented Night suddenly hesitated, and for the first time, someone stood up for him. But there was something unnatural about Light-something that defied reason. As Night's past unravels and the truth behind Light's existence comes to light, he will have to confront the questions he never dared to ask. He will have to ask questions for the truth to be revealed. Who is Light? Why does he know Night so well? And why, for the first time in his life, does Night feel like he truly belongs?
Yeah, I Rejected You
Then it hit me. The scent of my mate. The one I'd love and spend the rest of my days with. "Mine," he growled. I was forced up against the wall as he began to kiss me roughly. I managed to take a peek at my mate. The school's very own player. Otherwise known as the guy who infuriates me to the depths of hell. I shoved him off me and made him look me in the eye, "I don't care if you're going to be Alpha. You will always be the jerk I hate and the player I despise. I will not be looked upon as another of your minions. Yeah, I just rejected you." I snarled. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Shayla Hale is just another 15 year old werewolf, eagerly waiting for her 16th birthday so she can find her mate. She wasn't popular, and she wasn't a loner. Following her around, was the school's player, with a hobby of annoying her. She hated him for taking so much interest in her, since she knew all he was is a disappointment. Chase Anderson is the school's player, and the guy every girl swoons for. He's always found Shayla interesting, since she wasn't like the others. Witty comebacks, never sparing him a second glance. Being the hard to resist, soon to be Alpha of his Dark Wolfe pack, he needs to find his Luna. What he wasn't prepared for was his very own mate rejecting him. Will Shayla stay true to her word? Will Chase prove his mate wrong? What happens when Chase goes back to his player ways? How about when Shayla's childhood lover returns? *** I wrote this when I was 12/13 and it was the first romance/teen-fic/werewolf story I ever wrote at the time. Please go easy on my 12/13 year old self 😬Concluida
Claim Me Alpha(Editing)
When I walked into the school people look at me. I was walking to my locker and I smelled the sweetest smell ever. Mate!!! Go get mate's Reign was yelling and howling. Looking around, my eye a landed on the one person who I didn't want to see and he was staring right back at me. Cole Black. His eyes looked through mine and Reign was howling with joy. I stood there shocked not able to move. Except when he stood up and started walking towards me, I did the one thing that I would have never thought I'd do. I ran. Just as I got into the parking lot and to my car, warm arms wrapped around my arm and I knew exactly who it was. Cole turned me around to where I was facing him and growled" Mine" "No, no, no, not yours!!!" I said in disbelief. His grip tightened around my waist and he growled. "You are mine. No one else's. You will not touch another male and you will not talk to another male. You are mine. Mate." He said before putting his head in the crook of my neck and inhaling.Concluida
Rejected At First Sight
"Oomph!" The sound rushed out of my mouth as the door opened before I could reach the handle and my body hit a wall. I took a step back and realized that it wasn't in fact a wall, but instead a very attractive male. I looked up at his head to see a very messy, but sexy, mop of black hair on top of his head. When I looked closer, I noticed that his hair was a very deep brown that was probably often mistaken for black. My gaze traveled downward to his eyes, where I found two deep, ocean blue eyes looking back at me. My gaze travelled farther down to his crooked nose, to which I assumed came from too many fights. My eyes finally found his pink, very plump lips, which were turned into a sneer. "You have got to be kidding me!" His pink lips said in a very offensive voice. My eyes turned questioning as I looked back up into his eyes. "Whatever, lets finish this. I, Ashton Carter, reject you, as my mate." He, or Ashton, said with venom lacing his voice. He quickly turned and walked down the now vacant hallway with no glance back. Rejection? On my first day? The first person I make eye contact with at this school, rejects me. I guess that's how this school works, if the hottest boy in school rejects you, you're a nobody. So much for making friends, or mates, or whatever they call people at this school. I shake those ocean blue eyes out of my head and continue into the office to start my new life.Concluida
Our Story
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Purple Hearts [ Camilo x y/n]
(Lmao totally not a Camilo x reader fanfic) I can't believe him. Why would he do this? I wipe my tears with my hands, blurring my vision. Just then, I hear a familiar voice start talking. "What's wrong? You look way too important and beautiful to be crying on this bench." I look up to see a boy with curly brown hair next to me. He had freckles on his face, the moonlight was highlighting his features. He looked like he genuinely cared. (I won't update too often because like yes. If you actually read this then enjoy 😉 Please leave feedback in the comments but dont be mean )Concluida
*Previously named: I'm Not A Saint* ----- "Do you honestly not get it yet?" A small part of me questioning out of pure amazement, but mostly out of built-up anger. There's a slight pause before he responds, " That you're blind? Well no shit. I just wanted to know what the papers were." So calmly that it causes a shiver up my spine. Despite my whole body telling me not to, I turn in his direction. His words seem to repeat in my head. Any composure that I had-gone- replaced with an overwhelming amount of insecurity. The moment he said those words, I thought he could be the somebody. The somebody that wasn't like the rest of the students here. But instead a small gasp leaves his lips and he doesn't say anything anymore. I close my eyes and face the front of the class again. "No shit, right?" I mutter under my breath. My eyes will always be a clear give away to the fact that I'm blind. From my memory of before, when everything had color, they were a deep brown. After the accident however, most of the color left and a dullness entered, according to my mom. She claims they still have the appearance of normal eyes, just slightly discolored hazel ones. I will never be able to decide that for myself. ------
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