LUCA
- MGA BUMASA 1,015
- Mga Boto 60
- Mga Parte 14
Ongoing1h 32m
Huling na-publish Tue, Sep 22, 2015
He was like a four-leaved clover in a field of grass, beautiful, not just because he was lucky but because he was different.
He was like a patch of fresh snow in a mushy, trodden ice-rink, almost too pure to last.
He was like a voice among a bedlam of screams, quiet but strong all the same.
He was like the last flowers of the season, gone but not quite.
He was everything I ever needed.
But time is such a trickster, isn't it? It shuts the door the moment you think you've figured out the way...
All Rights Reserved
Sumali sa pinakamalaking komunidad ng pagkukuwentoMakakuha ng personalized na mga rekomendasyon ng kuwento, i-save ang iyong mga paborito sa iyong library, at magkomento at bumoto para lumago ang iyong komunidad.
Magugustuhan mo rin ang
Passion Face
I never struck myself as the type of man to stare at a corpse, but there was something about this one that gave me a sense of compassion; a sense of... Lust. Maybe it was empathy. But I would not alter my view right now if I could. It was rare, and raw, this moment between myself and this stranger, deep scarlet, some sort of pull stronger than any I have ever experienced with anyone whose lips grazed mine.Kumpleto
Fallen For My Kidnapper (COMPLETED)
I glared at him; every cell in my body was on fire with hate. Everything that he represented - a manipulated, cold, emotionless world - I wanted to end. Yet I couldn't because he was the only one that could get me what I had wanted for the past two years of my life. He was the only one that was cold enough to get the job done. What did that say about me?Kumpleto
Dark (Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)
Maybe it was his Mysterious personality Maybe it was the force, that anger What if it was the darkness behind him, that was drawing me closer to him than expectedKumpleto
A Rythian Enderborn Story.
...He could feel her eyes follow the muscly curves of his stomach, as he undid his cape. He was second guessing himself, was it a good idea to show her what he had kept a secret for so long? Would she call him what they all thought he was? A freak?...Kumpleto
When We Were Strangers
It wasn't the kind of love I saw coming it was the kind that quietly crept in, the one you just feel even when you try not to. He treats everyone the same, I know that. But why does it feel different when it's me? I keep telling myself not to assume, yet a part of me longs for clarity. We started off as strangers, but somehow, being close to him feels like coming home. And maybe that's what scares me the most.Kumpleto
His Peace
I met him in college. He was a mystery. One that I found myself very intrigued by. I really do not remember what hooked me.Was it his intense gaze or his beautiful smile? Whatever it was, I wasn't prepared for it. Hell, I wasn't prepared for him. My name is Zenobia Cave, and this is my story.Kumpleto
Faith or Mistake?
Lust fills the air every time his icy blue eyes pierce mine. I knew at that moment that he was my mate. But at first I didn't know what to do till I gave in and fell in love with him as he marked me. Shortly after bad things started to happen to me. Why me? I asked. I wonder if I make it out alive!Kumpleto
Stuck
Matthew Parker was one of my closest friends out of our whole group. He and I had been practically inseparable since we met at a park at around 10 years old. He knew everything about me, and I thought that I had known everything about him. However, when he suddenly disappeared six months ago and then turned up dead in the woods just days later, I was left with many questions. I had begun to question whether or not I truly knew him. Everybody in the town loved Matthew, so in my mind the only logical explanation as to why somebody would want to harm him is that he was leading some sort of other life with a totally different group of friends. Maybe he'd gotten in with the wrong crowd while I had been at work and unable to spend time with him.Kumpleto
I never struck myself as the type of man to stare at a corpse, but there was something about this one that gave me a sense of compassion; a sense of... Lust. Maybe it was empathy. But I would not alter my view right now if I could. It was rare, and raw, this moment between myself and this stranger, deep scarlet, some sort of pull stronger than any I have ever experienced with anyone whose lips grazed mine.
Karagdagang detalyeMga Alituntunin ng Nilalaman