O que eu diria se eu "não" me amasse
- LECTURAS 9
- Votos 1
- Partes 9
uma coleção de histórias que te levara a dois caminhos: conhecer-me ou enlouquecer-te
Me desmancho em palavras que me reconstrói em textos.
Qualquer semelhança com a realidade é mera coincidência - ou não. 🦋
©️ Obra autoral, todos os direitos reservados.
Todos los derechos reservados
#48
poesìas
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Quizás también te guste
GOLDWING (ing version)
"You know, falling in love with a person you have no intentions of falling in love with is one of the most genuine forms of 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 I've ever known, and also the most painful." - a completely fictional story, not intended to disrespect the people involved. TW(s): self-harm, anxiety, depression, alcoholism, emotional dependence, SA, (minimal) smut scenes. #1 in damianodavid (18/09/22) #1 in damoria (05/01/23)Concluida
Velvet Whispers:The Tango Of Two Hearts ✅
"𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆" (𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 1 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨) "Sprinkles!" I called out, my voice laced with surprise. "Don't," she snapped in a sharp tone. "Don't call me that. You've lost the right." She stared at me before breaking into a slow, sarcastic clap. "Wow, Devyaan. Wow. After everything you did, you still have the audacity to not only confront me but question me as well? Incredible." I stepped closer lowering my gaze with the same intensity. "Forget about anything else even a single scratch on you is unacceptable to me Aadrika. I don't care what you call it:control, overprotectiveness or even obsession. And I won't apologize for it." She took a step closer. Her eyes pierced into mine as she spoke with finality, "Make sure that in trying to save me, you don't end up losing us." . . . . . I felt her arm slip away from mine but I was too captivated by the view to react. Just as I turned back to call her to see the breathtaking sight, the words froze in my throat. There she was-Aadrika-on one knee "In the witness of the rising sun," she began in her voice filled with emotion, "I dare to ask...Devyaan Shetty, will you honor me by being my boyfriend?" Experience the soft love story of two young hearts who encounter the expression of love in an unexpected way with an unexpected desire.Will their love bloom or become just a page of memory as the 'first love'? ---------------------------------------------------------------- No Starfish MMC or Spineless FMC Tropes: •He fell first x she fell harder •Friends to lovers •Love at first sight •Soulmates •Opposites attract 🥇#interstate Started on: 29th February,2024 Ended on : 10th January,2025Concluida
Forever In Love
Am I ever going to completely forget? Is he? Is true love forever? Is fate real? I'm still wondering. This story is inspired by true events.Concluida
Alicia De Alger Obelia | Lucas X OC
- WMMAP | Lucas X OC - Different goals. Different memories. But same hearts. - Disclaimer: I don't own who made me a princess. -Concluida
Strange as it may seem
A collection of poems and narrative essays about my life including topics of trauma, addiction, healing, and hope.
TEJNA
"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.
HE CAN'T HAVE WHAT I HAVE
±̳̹͙̯̼̫͚͍̂̾̿̄̌̅̏͊͟͝¡̩̠̮͕̥̫͕̦̻͎̖̺̳͑̆̅̃̿̄̌͌́̐̿̓̔͑͟ê̝͉̘̬͕̳̦͈̫͑̀͋̃͑͑̓̐̕̚͢Ǫ̨̰͖̖͕̤͇͉̼̰͔̈͐́̽̓́̾̆͊͋̑̆͘͜͞ß̧̟̲̪̻̻͔̩͓̙̗̌̊̍̄͒̎̓̆͒̾̉̚͜ŕ̡̛̛͉̭̩̲̰̥̥̣͎͒́̒͂̽̅͗̓͘͢͜͟͡͞Ş̤͓̘̖̬̝̪̻̼͓̑͆̃̿͐̎́͌̊̌̇͂̚͜͜ͅỮ͚̠̪̱̼̝̜̔̇̃̔̕͡'̢̳͉͚̻͇̞̤̲̫̞̊̌̑͐́͗̀̉͛̔͟͠͡»̡̘̦̮͙̮̞̤͖͖̩͒̂͆̽̅̿̌́̚͞͝IJ̢̧̛͚̤͓̠̭̲̓͛̏͌͆̕͢͝͝ĥ̡͇̫̹̺̱̲̼͊̆̓̀̈́̾̑̍͠ͅớ̧͕̳̫̺̗̠̺̖̻͍͊͂̆͑̊̊̅̅̆̄̎͟͠ͅĉ̡̣͚̟̞̖̗̘̹̪̟̦͉̌͛̉̂̋̉̓̇͒̐̀̏̊̃͢þ̤̝̮̱͍̯̤̓̂̓̓̅̕͠Ě̡̛͔͔͔̦͙̖̗̳̺̜͓̏̌̔͊̊̇͌̆̏͝͡͡ͅÿ̡̙͖̟̹̬̦̲̘͂̄̅̈́͊̀̎́͜͠͡ ALL NAMES OF PEOPLE AND EVENTS THAT RELATED TO IRL THINGS ARE COINCIDENTAL. DEPRESSION AND SUCIDE WARNINGConcluida
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.)Concluida
"You know, falling in love with a person you have no intentions of falling in love with is one of the most genuine forms of 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 I've ever known, and also the most painful." - a completely fictional story, not intended to disrespect the people involved. TW(s): self-harm, anxiety, depression, alcoholism, emotional dependence, SA, (minimal) smut scenes. #1 in damianodavid (18/09/22) #1 in damoria (05/01/23)
Más detallesPautas de Contenido