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《Lasciarsi era stato così veloce, che alla prima vista, dopo tanti anni, la mia mente aveva già oscurato ogni suo dettaglio, ogni suo lineamento, la sua voce. Considerami una stupida ma, come dire, è normale innamorarsi di una persona per la seconda volta?》
|Christa aveva deciso di allontanasi dalla monotona vita a Riverton trasferendosi a Seattle.
L'incontro di Even e del suo misterioso coinquilino, le stravolgeranno la vita.
La sua vita cambierà o prenderà una piega quasi famigliare?|
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ANGEL OF ENVY
Angelica's life is far from ordinary. At 17, she's stuck in the garage, fixing cars while her uncle wastes away at the bottle. All she wants is to live like the other teens-carefree, fun, and full of life. But instead, she's caught up in a world that's suffocating her. But right now, Angelica's world is falling apart. Her best friends? Liars. Her uncle? A disaster. The only thing that is the same is the garage where she works at. Then there's Reid, a 23-year-old Formula 1 driver who's on the edge of losing everything. He's never won a race, and the media wants to make him fall to the ground. And right now, Reid's world was static. His career? Still. His champagne? Nowhere to be found. The only thing that is the same is the media that judges him for every micro mistake. "This is a bad idea, and you know it. Even worst than the other one." I said, my voice not as firm as I wanted it to be, as I stood by the bed, my back to him. Reid steps forward, his presence overwhelming, but he doesn't touch me. Not yet. And impatience made my skin burn. "Sometimes bad ideas are the best ones, don't you think?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. He moves closer, and I felt the heat radiating off of him as his chest was almost pressed against my back. "You want me to stop?" He mumbled as he leaned closer to me, his lips brushing against my ear. And in that moment, I didn't give a single fuck if it was a bad idea. "No." I whispered as I turned around. Their worlds collide, but it's not all smooth race. They're both envious of someone else's life, of the things they can't have. But sometimes envy sparks something deeper, something more complicated. Something that both of them can't get enough of. Want to know what happens if you mix envy, competition, luxury, some assholes, fast cars, an alternator and a lot of grease with Monaco as a background? Well, ready? It's lights out and away we go.
Extra Credit
"Why do you always avoid my questions?" "I'm not, it's just that there's nothing to say. Who would ever want to date someone they can't even talk to? It's not rocket science. My eyes are weird, and people get tired of me eventually. There's your one-page essay. Now please don't snow me to death .-." "What? All that you just said is a lie. And I should snow you to death for even saying that! I would definitely date you." "...Thanks." 🍒｡･ﾟ♡ﾟ･｡🍓｡･ﾟ♡ﾟ･｡ Dallas Addison had it all; being a talented swimmer and dating the star of the football team, she didn't think she lacked anything in any capacity. Sure, she and her boyfriend had minuscule issues, but which logical relationship didn't have their occasional ups and downs? After landing in Extra Credit class due to a series of mishaps with her grades and attendance, Dallas's turmoil became despair when she became paired with one of the most eccentric people in the entire class. Seriously. Who wore sunglasses to school, much less indoors? When weeks turned into months of working together, series of back-and-forth message threads started to hit closer and closer to home. Suddenly, Dallas realized that maybe her life wasn't as idyllic as she was previously led to believe. || Completed 2023 ✔️ || ©ReeseTory2022Concluída
Blue Strings - Will You Fall In Love, With Time?
(under editing, interested ones may reach out to me) In the symphony of love, their melodies intertwined, yet fate's chorus whispered no promise of forever. In a journey where hearts yearned but souls wandered apart, they discovered that true love sometimes meant embracing the courage to release, for the sake of finding happiness in the echoes of what could have been. ... SNEAK A PEAK Never have I ever thought that one day, I'll wake up to hear these words from a person I love the most, romantically. I pushed him back, I held him by his shoulders and pinned to the wall. I know I wrongfully confined him, but how dare he? 'You dare question my love for you?" I raised my voice. He is surprised, he widened his little eyes, those I would love to stare at all day or may be he is shocked as well. HAHA!! I Find it annoyingly funny how easily he quoted 'Thank god, You didn't love me too deep in the ocean', "Oh darling, wait till you drown inside and ask for my help when you can't swim to the shore" I retorted and defended my love.Concluída
Friends? Never again
Sana had always called him *her stupid insaan.* It was a name that carried their childhood, their shared secrets, and the warmth of every moment they'd spent together. Farhan was her everything-her best friend, her confidant, and the one person who made the chaos of her life bearable. But now, as she sat under the guava tree where they had once made pinky promises, the air felt cold, the silence deafening. Her heart ached with the weight of all the things she'd never said. She thought of his smile, the way he used to tease her, and the way he once told her, "Only you have the right to call me that." Only her. Yet here she was, alone, her stupid insaan lost to someone else. She had tried so hard to hold on-to him, to their friendship, to the faint hope that he might one day see her the way she saw him. But his words echoed in her mind, sharp and final: "I don't trust you. Our friendship was a mistake." A mistake. Tears blurred her vision as she traced their memories, wondering how something so pure could crumble so easily. She had given him her heart, her loyalty, her everything, and in return, he had left her with nothing but emptiness. For Farhan, it was easier to let go than to confront the depth of what they had lost. But even as he moved on, something lingered-a hollow space where Sana once stood. For Sana, there was no moving on. There was only the ache of what could have been, and the faint, desperate hope that maybe, someday, he would remember what they had and regret letting it slip away. Because love like theirs, however unspoken, didn't disappear. It only buried itself deep, waiting to bloom in another lifetime. ---
Skin Color Doesn't Matter
*WARNING, NOT EDITED* Ashley was in her Senior year of High school. She is 17. She has had a wonderful high school experience and is ready to finish strong for her last year. What she didn't know was that her friend's boyfriend's friend would become very close to her. She would soon go through some things she had never experienced. She and her bestfriend, Mercedes, have been friends since they were little. She didnt really have any friends because of her skin color. Ashley's mom was African American and her father left when she was little. Her mother found someone who would treat her better. Ashley has 2 little siblings. A little brother and a little sister. She wasn't the richest out there but she was happy with what she had. She had 2 jobs so she could get out of the small town of Roseville. When she meets this guys, she didn't know how hard it was going to be. She didn't know she was going to be judged because of her class. She also didn't know her skin color mattered.Concluída
LATE NIGHTS IN TOKYO (UNPOLISHED VERSION)
***UNPOLISHED*** ***PLEASE READ IF YOU ARE GOING TO READ THIS*** EVERYTHING WORD IS LITERALLY STRAIGHT FROM MY ICLOUD NOTES 💀😂 IT IS NOT EDITED "Late nights in Tokyo is cluster of information from me myself" "Describing my ways" "My emotions" "My thoughts" "In my own personal way..." "ON god i cant stand me dealing with these thoughts because sometimes it gets to me other times i successfully get them outta my head... i dont need to be thinking anythng like this for real...i need someone to save me you feel me...because like i said it isnt healthly to just sit here and feel like this...i gotta find good in the bad and most of the time it is...I wanna help so many people as i can and tell them this is the way...i wanna be peoples light..its sounds dumb but i know how to feel and i gotta get all this hate and dark feelings out" "I made this because I always wanted to keep track of my thoughts and feelings and maybe this will passed on to someone who wants to understand me..." "In a beautiful different city like Tokyo" 1/30/19 "The only person that can save me is myself. I shouldn't depend on nobody else on such deep personal feelings" "Late Nights In Tokyo, The "Late Nights" could mean myself or my feelings, thoughts, mindset, and all in general how I perceive things. Same thing with "Tokyo" I could be in my head overthinking or expressing my emotions flexing my own beauty. Hence why calling Tokyo a beautiful city. My thoughts and etc (Late Nights) are within myself (Tokyo) "Late Nights in Tokyo". Goes without saying, everyone's own way of thinking it's unique and different...everyone has their own beauty". "Scattered thoughts and emotions just written down from an emotional teenage boy, trying to figure himself out". Enjoy 3/29/20 December 20, 2016 (first created) October 11, 2019 (finished)Concluída
Second Chances At Love
Savant Awards Winner #16 in mystery romance on 10.08.2022 #14 in womenpower When 29-year-old Hannah married 36-year-old Albert, one of the richest people in the world she was already numb. After marriage, she also got a rebellious teenage stepson as a side gift. How will these 3 misfit people live together under the same roof and become an awkwardly sweet family? ********************************************* "Why don't you give me and yourself a chance?" He asked. "Maybe because I do not have anything else to live for" She replied "Then let's build things to love a lifetime for." He replied with determination. "I won't think of you as my real mother, but don't worry, I'll be a good son" Chimed in her stepson. Love is not always sweet, at first sight, and during college or office. Love can also be encountered by chance in the most pessimistic scenarios. It can be your last salvation when you have nothing to hold on to. She was already dead inside, so the addition of two virtual people did not bother her already stagnant life much. But the peace did not last for long. She wanted to get through life quietly but life had other plans for her. With the addition of this 2 cold-looking but soft-hearted people in her life she slowly regained some purpose to live. She started the things which she had left before and stood on her own two feet. Her husband complained one day. "I heard about something you mentioned outside, that men only care more when they're older? So? Are you complaining that I'm old now?" Hannah said, "Wait, listen to me!" **************** The story will be long and detailed with lots of family moments and some dry humour added in here and there. This is not the cliché love at first sight story, but it will be very sweet. Updates:weekly.Concluída
Valentina
"What do you think love is, Roman?" I ask him, listening to him as he speaks. He takes a deep breath, his unease evident in his face. His hand plays with the tablecloth mindlessly as he answers. "Love is an all consuming need to be with someone, whether romantically or in a platonic way. Love is standing with someone when they go through the hell that life has to offer. Love is, at the end of the day, knowing that you have someone to fight your battles with you." I smile at him, "We need to get that on a Hallmark card." Laughter erupts from him as he looks away abashedly. •••••••••••• For Valentina Palermo, independence and a good work ethic has been her ride or die, to the point where accepting criticism from others is a fault. But when she meets Roman Belluci, a multi-billion dollar heir, she questions her morals, fighting for the man she loves without being seen as a home wrecker. For Roman Belluci, finding a way to please his wife Gianni is as difficult as solving an equation of general relativity. When forced into a marriage with her based on money and her dark secrets, Roman tries everything to get her to respect him and their child Rene. After meeting Valentina, a love for her simple life hypnotizes him into her arms. ××× Taking a quick break to regroup. Will be back soon!Concluída
Angelica's life is far from ordinary. At 17, she's stuck in the garage, fixing cars while her uncle wastes away at the bottle. All she wants is to live like the other teens-carefree, fun, and full of life. But instead, she's caught up in a world that's suffocating her. But right now, Angelica's world is falling apart. Her best friends? Liars. Her uncle? A disaster. The only thing that is the same is the garage where she works at. Then there's Reid, a 23-year-old Formula 1 driver who's on the edge of losing everything. He's never won a race, and the media wants to make him fall to the ground. And right now, Reid's world was static. His career? Still. His champagne? Nowhere to be found. The only thing that is the same is the media that judges him for every micro mistake. "This is a bad idea, and you know it. Even worst than the other one." I said, my voice not as firm as I wanted it to be, as I stood by the bed, my back to him. Reid steps forward, his presence overwhelming, but he doesn't touch me. Not yet. And impatience made my skin burn. "Sometimes bad ideas are the best ones, don't you think?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. He moves closer, and I felt the heat radiating off of him as his chest was almost pressed against my back. "You want me to stop?" He mumbled as he leaned closer to me, his lips brushing against my ear. And in that moment, I didn't give a single fuck if it was a bad idea. "No." I whispered as I turned around. Their worlds collide, but it's not all smooth race. They're both envious of someone else's life, of the things they can't have. But sometimes envy sparks something deeper, something more complicated. Something that both of them can't get enough of. Want to know what happens if you mix envy, competition, luxury, some assholes, fast cars, an alternator and a lot of grease with Monaco as a background? Well, ready? It's lights out and away we go.
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