La Nuit Nous Appartient
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Historia de 5 chicos que sin saberlo son sus propios enemigos, super héroes y villanos tendrán que enfrentarse a muchos peligros y adversidades juntos, desde demonios, hasta ángeles, muertes repentinas y aun así ver la manera de llevar una vida adolescente normal
(Hay muchas cosas mencionadas que no me pertenecen como canciones, tal vez fotos y cualquier mención de algo ya famoso o que c, me entienden)
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Heart
Her name was Gabriella Quintanilla. She was a senior in high school during this time. She had the looks, all the boys, the popularity, the clothes, and even the grades. And in no way was she ignorant of any of these things--quite the opposite. She knew that she was above average in most categories of life, and had no problem reminding people repeatedly of that fact. I'm not going to lie---I didn't like her. Not at all. To be completely honest, I threatened to kill her with my bare hands. And the scary thing is, I meant it. I wanted her to die. I imagined dark fantasies of the light fading from her eyes right before my own, her pleading for me to spare her life. And in my fantasies, I wouldn't listen and I didn't care. She had tortured me for five years and I was utterly and simply sick of it all. Sick of her. My animosity towards Gabriella was no secret among my peers. Not many people liked her, so it's not like I stood alone on the concept. However I was the only one who voiced a threat. THE threat. The threat that got me on a suspect list in some cop's notepad. They want to know if I killed her. If they knew the whole story, would they blame me if I did? ©Copyright Timara M. Lewis 2013Zakończone
ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ
ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴀᴄᴋꜱ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ? ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ. ••ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴀꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪʟ••Zakończone
When We Were Young
I stared into his dark eyes and l saw a complete stranger. I couldn't recognise the person he had become. The eyes that once sparkled with unbridled joy were now a cold,empty and emotionless pit. The teenage boy l once knew six years ago was gone. The boy who once couldn't stand to see me hurt in any way. The same boy who had kissed me as if his next breath depended on me. The same boy who had defied our families to be with me. In his place was now a cold business man whose name was feared in the business world. I blinked back tears as l stared into his unrecognizable eyes. I had made him that way. My betrayal had killed something inside him. We were still teenagers back then,but we had hurt each other so much and l doubt if we could ever recover from it. Cover credits goes @xxinloves (Complete)Zakończone
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?
Various X Reader One shots!
We all have had that awkward time in our lives when we have had or still have a crush on a person or thing that isn't real. If you are reading this book then you probably still do...Well your not alone! We all have a problem and I'll help you with your daily dose of sexy cartoon characters. please keep in mind that I'm not really one to do the most popular characters but I do them occasionally. it mainly depends on whether or not we all had or still have crushes on them. [WARNING: This is future Lattee speaking here, I was just around 12 when I created this book so if the grammar and format is ABSOLUTELY HORRENDOUS then that's probably why]Zakończone
Maybe Us. (Vance Hopper x FEM! Reader)
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.Zakończone
teenager romance
"_whos your teen romance? _him, he was my teen romance _was?? i dont get it." how can you love someone new when every night you dream of them. i dont want to love you, i want to be free, i want to be me, but when i shut my eyes all i see is you "why him? hes like any other, surly" because my heart made its choice and it chose himZakończone
JJ Maybank Imagines
✨mOlD iS gOoD fOr YoU iTs JuSt A nAtUrAl oRgAnIsM✨ ✨But you..Don't like freedom very much now do ya cupcake?✨ ✨bOnG wAtEr?✨ ✨what the fffff fu- fudggee✨ ✨straight up like the Spanish, just bon voyage!✨ Imagines of our favourite blonde, The one and only JJ Maybank! Warning: includes topics that could make some readers uncomfortable. These Topics include things like: Abuse, Self harm, Drug use, cuss words, sexual interaction, manipulative and toxic relationships, Death, traumatic events, etc. I do not want to put anyone in a position where they are uncomfortable reading my book, if you feel that any of these topics could be triggering please refrain from reading this book. <3 I do not stand for Hate so please do not spread it on my page, or anywhere for that matter. All Hate will be blocked removed from my comments and you will be blocked from my page. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's that simple. There's no need to put others down just cause you don't enjoy my writing. I do work hard on these chapters so it would be very kind of you if you could not steal my work. I put time and effort into making this and I would greatly appreciate if I got the credit for it. Ps: please leave comments!!! I love nothing more than to post a chapter and read all the funny and sweet comments you guys leave it literally makes my day! <3 There's most likely spelling mistakes in here so I'm sorry, and if you come across them be sure to leave a message and I'll fix it! Suggestions are always open, and if you notice something you don't like about my writing let me know and I will change it. I would love to hear what you guys think about my writing because I do hope to become better in the future. Ok enough babbling lets go fantasize about JJ!Zakończone
Her name was Gabriella Quintanilla. She was a senior in high school during this time. She had the looks, all the boys, the popularity, the clothes, and even the grades. And in no way was she ignorant of any of these things--quite the opposite. She knew that she was above average in most categories of life, and had no problem reminding people repeatedly of that fact. I'm not going to lie---I didn't like her. Not at all. To be completely honest, I threatened to kill her with my bare hands. And the scary thing is, I meant it. I wanted her to die. I imagined dark fantasies of the light fading from her eyes right before my own, her pleading for me to spare her life. And in my fantasies, I wouldn't listen and I didn't care. She had tortured me for five years and I was utterly and simply sick of it all. Sick of her. My animosity towards Gabriella was no secret among my peers. Not many people liked her, so it's not like I stood alone on the concept. However I was the only one who voiced a threat. THE threat. The threat that got me on a suspect list in some cop's notepad. They want to know if I killed her. If they knew the whole story, would they blame me if I did? ©Copyright Timara M. Lewis 2013
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