Pequeño Dios
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Hay criaturas, escondidas y esparcidas por el mundo, que tienen el coranzón más puro que cualquier ser humano que poble la Tierra. Esta historia narra sobre una de ellas, aunque ni esta misma sabe de su poder, pues con su mera presencia calienta corazones fríos. A veces solo nos hace falta un poco de apoyo en situaciones difíciles, aunque ese apoyo no siempre es fácil de encontrar. Los afortunados personajes de esta historia que pudieron conocer a la mravillosa criatura que los ayudo en distintas pero difíciles situaciones, no podrán olvidarla jamás.
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The Long Journey Home (Completed)
She has a gift, a gift that she had received from the very man that she had trusted the most. Her gift, being able to bring joy with her singing. She got it from her father, the very man that had taught her all the stuff that she knew about animals, singing, and instruments. Meet Ember Castille, 18 year old female with a knack for horses. She believes that people should care about animals and not hurt them. She, also, believes in God the Father. However, things started changing when her father got sick with cancer. Ember started to pull away from the Lord and fully blamed him for the death of her father. Her father was her rock after all, and she learned everything she could from him. Join Ember on her journey back to God the Father with the help of a mysterious boy that seemed to appear the moment that she needed someone's help. Life's a journey. But, the best journey is going back Home. (A/N: No hatin. I'm Catholic and Christian. I started writing this probably two years ago, 'cause my great-uncle and then one of my cousins died close together. So, please no rude comments. I ain't goin to put my religion on ya'll. I don't give a crap what you believe in. You be nice to me, I'll be nice to you.) _______________________________________ NOTE: IF YOU READ THIS BOOK ON ANY OTHER APP BESIDES WATTPAD THEN IT IS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. I GAVE NO ONE PERMISSION TO USE MY BOOK AND HAVE NOT POSTED IT ANYWHERE ELSE, SO... YA. REPORT THAT BOOK. Thanks. ~RissaConcluida
Doubts - Regretful ex-Fiancé
Jonathan and Isabella will have a HEA. "You know," he replies, starting to move back and forth in front of me. "I used to ignore the fact that you don't have a name or a very nice background. That you did not attend a great university or whatever. It wasn't crucial to me. But now I recognize you for who you truly are." He comes to a halt and looks at me with contempt. "White trash. Aren't you one? Isn't that how they refer to folks like you?"Jonathan....! Jonathan?! I shake my head at him, completely stunned and shocked by his statements. What? Do you think this...? Do you think this, too? "I should've known better. I thought about it a few times. Thank God, it happened now. It was a lucky escape, right?" She was seen cheating on him. All the evidence was against her. Two of his closest friends were certain of her identity because they saw her in the act. She tried explaining. The story seemed too crazy to be true. He asked for proof. She had none. He breaks up the engagement and asks her to leave the house they were living together. She cries, begs for some time till she can show him she is telling the truth. He ignores. She leaves. It seems it's over. Tags: engagement, grovel, HEA, happy ending, besotted, forgiveness, sorrow, sadness No cheating. No other women or men. Celibate. Besotted hero. Besotted ex-fiancé. Grovel. Happy ending for the main couple. Second chance. Broken engagement. Separation for week/months. Possessive. Mine. Strong language. Chapters: 24 chapters Just read if you like HEA and forgiveness because the couple will be together in the end.Concluida
Fallen Angel {COMPLETED%}
The "Fallen Angel" is a story that is completely inside of my head, so it's original, so I am grateful if no one copy it. You can take it as an inspiration, but then please let me know so I can write your story on my book as I expect you to do the same, It's a win-win. If you want me to publish your stories, I'd be happy to do so. I do not own any video or image that I can post, there might be ones in with are edited, I am sorry if you are the creator and do not approve it's utilization, I'll gladly take it out, if you do not mind it, I thank you for the bottom of my heart. I am Portuguese so it may happen that I have a couple of mistakes, thank you for giving me the warning if this happens, I'll update if I find any errors in the mean time. Once I gain some time, I'll rewrite the story on another book in Portuguese. Kisses and hugs to all my Angels! And have a good reading! ;) Portugues: A "Fallen Angel" é uma história vinda completamente da minha cabeça, por isso agradecia que não a copiassem. Se quiserem a usar como inspiração estão á vontade para isso, mas se esse for o caso, por favor digam-me para que eu possa escrever o vosso livro no final dos capítulos para que vocês também tenham o meu apoio, espero que façam o mesmo entretanto. Se quiserem que publique as vossas historias terei muito gosto em faze-lo. Não sou dona de qualquer vídeo ou imagem que possa a vir a postar. Poderão estar editadas, se for o criador e não aprova a sua utilização, por favor diga-me, eu irei tirar de imediato, se não se importar, eu agradeço do fundo do coração, agradecia que se revelasse para que possa escrever quem é o autor. Sou portuguesa por isso pode acontecer ter erros, agradecia que me dessem o aviso se tal acontecer, eu irei corrigindo ao longo do tempo. Quando tiver tempo, eu irei traduzir o livro para a versão portuguesa Beijos e abraços para todos os meus Anjos! E tenham uma boa leitura! ;)Concluida
From the same Star | Frouse
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Sing To My Heart
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Star In The Shadows - A Zanemau Story (ON HOLD)
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Touch Of Misery
Catalina Stone was born into luxury, but with a price. She was raised by the Stone Mafia-a world of power, blood, and danger. By the age of eight, she was already learning how to lead, and by sixteen, she took control. At eighteen, she pushed her mafia into the top three in the country. Now at twenty-three, Catalina is everything she's worked for: strong, sexy, and in charge. But lately, things aren't so simple. New people, new emotions...things are starting to feel, human. And for once, she's starting to question it all. Then Giovanni Perez walks into her life. And everything changes. But Catalina knows better than anyone. When you mess with fire, you're bound to get burned. Sample: "Mafia I see, didn't take you as the type," He said, breaking our silent staring contest. "Then I'm doing my job," "Damn good one if you're in the top three." "Thank you, I know," I said. We were studying each other. His body in that tux looked delicious. His hair was styled differently, less slicked back, I liked this one more. He was practically looking at me the same way. Like as if he wanted me right now, on this table. "Why'd you leave?" He questioned. "Well, it was a one night stand wasn't it?" "No, we wanted to be friends. But since clearly now, were aligned, we can be more." He said. Definitely not. "No, Giovanni, you and I are just work partners. Nothing more. Don't get confused from something that only happened once." My voice was serious. I was serious. Now that I know who he is and that we're working together, I can't risk it. "One date." He said.
Even Pretty Dies
She had seen so much bad in the world. More than most can even quess. She had given up in everything. She had nothing. Until someone amazing came along. She'd be lost without that someone. Does the gender of that someone's really matter? You might be here for funny stories. That is something this one isn't. I am sorry for that. Warnings for: Mature content. Sucide. Self harm. Disorders and mental illnesses. Bulling. Abuse. Many more... ___________________________________Concluida
The Player Next Door
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Survival
Pezzy, Droid, Grizzy and Puffer were meeting up with Smii7y, Kryoz, Wildcat, 407, Panda, Soup and Blarg at TwitchCon. It was set to be a normal convention weekend, some drinking, some games, some laughs, some fun. Until on the second day, an earthquake hits San Diego. The group see large, unnatural beasts stalking the streets, tearing apart every person they caught. Pezzy just wanted to get back home with his friends, to survive the escape from the city. Would they get free? **this is for fun, I don't ship any of the guys irl. It's why I do mostly mythological AU's because it's completely unlikely for anyone I write about to be involved in those situations. There's also not a LOT that shows any romance, I think one or two kisses the entire story near the end**Concluida
She has a gift, a gift that she had received from the very man that she had trusted the most. Her gift, being able to bring joy with her singing. She got it from her father, the very man that had taught her all the stuff that she knew about animals, singing, and instruments. Meet Ember Castille, 18 year old female with a knack for horses. She believes that people should care about animals and not hurt them. She, also, believes in God the Father. However, things started changing when her father got sick with cancer. Ember started to pull away from the Lord and fully blamed him for the death of her father. Her father was her rock after all, and she learned everything she could from him. Join Ember on her journey back to God the Father with the help of a mysterious boy that seemed to appear the moment that she needed someone's help. Life's a journey. But, the best journey is going back Home. (A/N: No hatin. I'm Catholic and Christian. I started writing this probably two years ago, 'cause my great-uncle and then one of my cousins died close together. So, please no rude comments. I ain't goin to put my religion on ya'll. I don't give a crap what you believe in. You be nice to me, I'll be nice to you.) _______________________________________ NOTE: IF YOU READ THIS BOOK ON ANY OTHER APP BESIDES WATTPAD THEN IT IS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. I GAVE NO ONE PERMISSION TO USE MY BOOK AND HAVE NOT POSTED IT ANYWHERE ELSE, SO... YA. REPORT THAT BOOK. Thanks. ~Rissa
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