Retos de misterio
- LECTURAS 181
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- Partes 3
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rose in the desert
I will write my future story in bilingual. I want to force myself to be the person I like. I don't care if other people like me, I just care if they like me. After days of hesitation, I finally settled on the name, and I sat on the toilet thinking about the script God had sent me... I can't wait to read the script God sends me and I can't wait to finish it. After writing it, the English audio reading was wonderful. I burst into tears as I listened, and burst into tears as I finished writing. This is very interesting. I always touch myself again and again, always write dreams in my dreams. Whose life is not a dream? I am an affectionate and tragic person, and I love this world deeply. Love so deeply, so seriously. God often gives me so much information that my brain feels like it's going to explode and I'm going crazy. I can understand what Vincent van Gogh was doing in the wheat field. When you see everything in the world, dear, you don't care about anything anymore. You only live for your own happiness. People start to distance themselves from you and you become more and more lonely. God, I ask you again and again, why am I stuck in the desert? I want you to answer me, once is not enough, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is not enough, a thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough! 2025/1/5
My Sunday✨
~So this is the story that's basically one shots about Y/N and one and only Sunday Kailea Kalogeras~ ~If anyone mentioned in this story wants me to delite it i will~Concluida
𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. sunday kalogeras
𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ❝cause i'm useless when you're stuck in my mind i've been foolish, think of you all the time❞ sunday kalogeras x male!oc
Dazai x Chuuya Oneshot stories
Some fluff, angst and all sort of stuff here! I accept requests! Updates will be at least once a week! Probably every other day. But since I have school now and limited wifi Im afraid the updating may be sporadic.Concluida
His to protect.
I thought I had a normal life-or as normal as it could be with my father in prison and my mother nowhere to be found. School was my escape, my routine... until the day three men dragged me into a car and drove me straight to the doorstep of Cole Thariaco, a powerful and dangerously captivating mafia boss. He tells me I was never meant to be where I was. That the man I called my father wasn't my real dad at all-but a kidnapper who stole me as a child. A monster who turned my life into a lie. And now, Cole has taken me to protect me. But why? He's cold, ruthless, yet fiercely protective. His world is violent and full of secrets. And somehow, in his arms, I feel safer than I ever have before. I should hate him. I should run. But when he looks at me like I belong to him, when his touch sends shivers down my spine... I start to wonder if falling for the most dangerous man in the city is the biggest mistake of my life-or the only thing that can truly save me. Will I escape my past, or am I just walking into a new kind of danger-one that wears a suit and has piercing dark eyes?
My Girl✨
~So this is second story that's basically one shots ab Y/N and Sunday Kalogeras.~ ~The first one is called My Sunday ✨ ~ ~If anyone mentioned in this story wants me to delete it i will.~Concluida
Top Gun One-Shots
I wrote some of these in school, home, long car drives, etc. but I finally have the courage to publish them. They all have OCs in them but I know most of you all just imagine it's you anyway.
𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 | 𝐣. 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞
𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 * 𝒐𝒉, (𝒚/𝒏)? 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓. ...𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. * 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.Concluida
I will write my future story in bilingual. I want to force myself to be the person I like. I don't care if other people like me, I just care if they like me. After days of hesitation, I finally settled on the name, and I sat on the toilet thinking about the script God had sent me... I can't wait to read the script God sends me and I can't wait to finish it. After writing it, the English audio reading was wonderful. I burst into tears as I listened, and burst into tears as I finished writing. This is very interesting. I always touch myself again and again, always write dreams in my dreams. Whose life is not a dream? I am an affectionate and tragic person, and I love this world deeply. Love so deeply, so seriously. God often gives me so much information that my brain feels like it's going to explode and I'm going crazy. I can understand what Vincent van Gogh was doing in the wheat field. When you see everything in the world, dear, you don't care about anything anymore. You only live for your own happiness. People start to distance themselves from you and you become more and more lonely. God, I ask you again and again, why am I stuck in the desert? I want you to answer me, once is not enough, ten times is not enough, a hundred times is not enough, a thousand times is not enough, ten thousand times is not enough! 2025/1/5
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