Estorbando al amor
- Reads 4
- Votes 0
- Parts 1
Ongoing11m
Last published Tue, Dec 11, 2018
Samanta Frans es la jefa de una empresa muy importante, ella junto con sus empleados, están colaborando con otra empresa para hacer mas ganancias, Jack Zanddar controla dicha empresa y ayudara todo lo que sea necesario, ambos fríos y calculadores, no pudieron evitar estorbarse entre ellos en sus vidas, estorbando a su amor, sus trabajos, sus vidas, todo se pone en riesgo cuando ellos intentan ser algo, nunca se sabe cuando cupido te lanza la flecha.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
I Still Think of You When it Rains
Some of this timeline has less detail than the rest, but I have better memory of things that have happened in the past year than I remember things that happened six and seven years ago. My memory is faulty, but so is yours. I don't remember every second of everything that happened, but I do have many memories that I still cherish, even if you don't remember them. The difference between our memories, the way we recount them and experience them over again may be obvious to you if you ever read this, but I somehow doubt this will ever end up in your possession. So, this is my memory of you (yes, with our own soundtrack). (A long account of a relationship from the reader's perspective.)Complete
Nuestro Si? Si.
Nuestro Sí? Sí. es una historia sobre el amor joven, el autodescubrimiento y los lazos familiares. Algunas historias de amor comienzan con un "sí", otras con incertidumbre, y algunas se escriben entre líneas de conversaciones nocturnas, miradas prolongadas y la silenciosa valentía de dos almas que buscan encontrarse. A través de mensajes llenos de risas, vulnerabilidad y revelaciones sinceras, Rafa de 22 años casi 23, que enfrenta las expectativas sociales y la homofobia internalizada-explora un romance reavivado con Martin, de 30 años recién cumplidos. Entre la paciencia tejida en el destino y una conexión tan profunda que convirtió cada amor pasado en un mero prólogo, su viaje se convierte en más que una historia de amor: es un camino hacia el autodescubrimiento, la fe y la aceptación de su verdadero ser. Porque hay amores que transforman, que desafían la duda y que enseñan que, a veces, lo más valioso es aquello que se construye con el tiempo. ¿Será su "sí" un destino escrito? ¿O se convertirá en un "qué hubiera sido" perdido en los ecos del tiempo y las circunstancias?
Pop goes Punk vv (a band fanfic)
"You can go on without me. Find someone that won't hold you back and be happy." Hi. My name is Julia Hamil, America's sweetheart little popstar. The spitting image of perfection. Right? Wrong. I don't care how many people look up to me. Everyone needs to know the truth, I'm no where near who they think I am. They all think life's a breeze for me, that I'm living the dream, but I'm nothing but a machine. I thought I was stuck in a loop hole for the rest of my life when my literal dream came true. Then again, we all forget nightmares are dreams too. Maybe they'll be my real life saviors like they always were. But sometimes, things don't go as planned. I'm Julia Hamil and this is my life of a lie. {{If you're only reading for One Direction, Justin Bieber, or Cody Simpson or if they are one of the reasons you are reading this may not be for you.}} **WILL HAVE LANGUAGE AND PG-13 ACTIONS IF YOU DON'T LIKE THOSE THEN THERE'S THE DOOR BABY.** I'm aware the watermark in the cover photo does not match my user as I've changed it and will design a new cover soonComplete
50 shades of birlem
"til we meet again my love." [ completed ] [ under major editing ] © geazybirlem 2017Complete
Some of this timeline has less detail than the rest, but I have better memory of things that have happened in the past year than I remember things that happened six and seven years ago. My memory is faulty, but so is yours. I don't remember every second of everything that happened, but I do have many memories that I still cherish, even if you don't remember them. The difference between our memories, the way we recount them and experience them over again may be obvious to you if you ever read this, but I somehow doubt this will ever end up in your possession. So, this is my memory of you (yes, with our own soundtrack). (A long account of a relationship from the reader's perspective.)
More detailsContent Guidelines