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Gay tra Difficoltà, Sogni e Realtà

GianpaoloMurazzo

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Reads 135
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Parts 7
Time 20m

GianpaoloMurazzo

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Questo libro anzi come lo definisco io valvola di sfogo,rappresenta Il mio io interiore, tutto ciò che non dico o che lascio trapelare alle persone, quello che non emerge nella vita quotidiana, quello che incontra ostacoli o che si crea ostacoli futili per non affrontare il Mondo, a volte non realizzato da sogni che rimangono sogni e realtà che diventano illusioni,un po come tutti in fondo.All Rights Reserved

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Echo of the Past by KiyuMiyuu

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

Her Sweet Flavour by LaylaMango

Now. Now's my chance. Everyone has already gone up to bed and it's only Evane and I left downstairs as the last movie ends. Despite the late hour I feel wide awake and I know Evane is still effected by my flirting and the bikini I wore earlier because she keeps glancing over to me, her eyes always lingering around my chest until she realises I've caught her looking. As the credits roll, Evane switches off the TV, stretching out her arms above her head. She looks over to me, seemingly surprised that I'm still so awake since I'm always the person who gets sleepy first. Before she can open her mouth to speak, I beat her to it. "Evane, can we go upstairs to our room? I have a surprise for you," I say, trying to hide the wide smile that wants to come over my lips. Her brow raises, wondering if I'm serious though I notice the realisation come across her face that this has something to do with what I've been hiding from her in my suitcase. "What is this surprise?" She teases, leaning forward until I can feel her warm breath washing over my face. "Something I think you'll love," I reply, trying my best to not get overly flustered as she starts flirting and teasing me. She hums, giving my lips a small kiss. "'Love', huh? Sounds exciting," she chuckles. "Let's go upstairs then, shall we?" *** Humans are unaware of mate bonds and are even less aware of other human-appearing species, but one vampire is determined to make her human mate understand the world she never knew existed - even if its not always through the most conventional methods. NOTICE! - Credit for the inspiration for the beginning of this story goes to plutowasgay. Their stories are amazing so please check them out when you get the chance and support them.

TAINTED by Ella_Chae

"Who told you to lay on my bed little girl?" I heard a deep comanding voice said from the door. "Well you were not here and it's not customary to keep your guests waiting so I decided to make myself comfortable" I responded with a smirk. "So you think this is funny or acceptable?" He said with his voice clearly annoyed and irritated. "Are you irritated your highness?" "I see you are mocking me again" "Non-sense, I am just addressing you with respect in regards to your position in this household" "What are you playing at little girl?" "I take offence to being called little girl, your grace" "Are you not a little girl?" "The same little girl you had dressed in this lingerie to look sexy for you so you can get a hard on and push your cock inside of?" "Fair point" He said as he threw his head back laughing. I didn't see what was funny so I couldn't join in with him. "Are you a virgin ummm......what's your name again?? Vogue?" He said with a smirk. It was his turn to be saucy. So he think he is cute eh? Well let's see about that. "Your close, it's Voshé" I said with a smile. _ _ A very angry and mostly evil italian who was paid to get rid of a family, and sucessfully did so, inherited alot of riches and began to involve himself with his father's dark mafia business. His name was Lorenzio Francesco Rossio. Everyone saw him as a heartless greek god who seems to be immortal. There must be something that even the devil is afraid of........ - - Voshéllisa is a suicidal girl whose family was killed by the instruction of the former papa Lorenzio Snr. She was raised in a training home. The girl had a darkness looming over her from the moment she felt as though she lost everything, but what happens when you put two darkness together?? Isnt two negatives suppose to make a positive?? But can these negatives really make a positive?? ........

My Everything by faded-daydreams

Rainbow Dash, 15. Just your average cocky athletic teen. Only cares about Friends, her family, Sports, grades and that's pretty much it. She isn't one of those girly girls who love sappy stuff . " Love is fake" she tells her friends. She believed that until she met a certain navy haired boy. Soarin, 15. Your cliché bad boy, always getting in trouble. Doesn't care about anything except himself. Doesn't believe in Love and just dates girls when he's bored. He tells himself" I'm never falling in Love" that was until he met a certain rainbow haired girl. Read to find out how these two frenemys become more than just frenemys. " If I love you was a promise, would you break it if you're honest?" "I'm the one who burned us down, buts its not what I meant" "I guess you don't know what you got 'til its gone... he wasn't My Everything, 'til we were nothing " 🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥ Title Based off Ariana Grande's song "My Everything" 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 This is my second Soarindash Fanfiction, yeah. What can I say? I love the ship! Thank you for everyone who is reading this book, I really appreciate it UwU it means the world to me 😊 The Beautiful cover is made by @goldenflame7 Yeah, this book was me being Demisexual without even knowing it. #Pride Started- December 13, 2019 Completed- check :D ©2020

How Strong The Red String Holds (Shifted Hearts Series #2) by astracelane

How Strong The Red String Holds (Shifted Hearts #2) | On-going By Astracelane *** If the red string of fate is real, how strong it holds for the two persons destined with each other? Eldyrene Theana Victorino or LD is a rich, kind, humble, and a beautiful woman who took up BS Nursing away from the place where she grew up. She had money to continue her studies abroad pero dahil sa mahal na mahal niya ang pamilyang halos itakwil siya, bumalik siya sa Pilipinas at dito na nag-aral. Pero ang kondisyon niya sa sarili ay dapat sa malayo siya mag-aral ng Nursing para hindi na sila magkita pa ni Kairo Takahashi, ang lalaking minahal niya noon. The man who lost his memories after an accident. But luck was not on her side when she found out that they're now taking the same program in the same school. Ano na ngayon ang gagawin niya? Aalis ulit siya? Hindi na puwede! Ah hindi pala siya nito naaalala, hindi na kailangang umiwas. She will pretend that she doesn't know him that she's not part of his past and his lost memories. Pero pinaglalaruan talaga sila ng panahon. They became classmates in their third year. And to crash the wall that LD built between them, he became her patient! There's no way to avoid him now. LD is aware of his sexuality: he's not straight. Masakit ang katotohanang 'yon para kay LD. Matagal niya ring tanggap 'to. She did all the things to avoid him and not trigger his memories so he won't experience headaches. But how will she be able to do that when she keeps attracting him? Even a mere flick of her finger to point an object is an attractive movement to the oriental but expressive eyes of Kai "the bi man" Takahashi. Wala na. Nakuha na ni LD ang atensyon niya matapos niya itong alagaan. Naniniwala si LD sa red string of fate pero hindi... sa kanilang dalawa. *** Nursing x Nursing | Straight x Bisexual | Gay x Girl WARNING: MATURE CONTENT | R18 | But not an Erotica Cover by Ocean_Heather on Wattpad

Rainbow Jam by theattractivespork

"Some people were genuinely scared that I was going to infect them with my "transgender ways." Others just didn't want to tumble down the social hierarchy. I could respect that. They were just trying to survive without scars. There was a thin line to balance on. If they so much as sat with me or Kila, they would be diving headfirst off that line." This IS a love story. There is no sex in this story. Please, don't plagiarize this story: all of the characters in this story are MY babies and I will protect them with my life. Plagiarism is taking someone's ideas and/or work, and pass them off as your own, or, at least, attempting to pass them off as your own.

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Perfect Fate ✔ (Moved To Inkitt) by fanoshkaflippo

Wattpad Creator! Happy and proud. HIM: Staying the night? Not my thing. Hearts and flowers? Boring. Falling in love? Not anytime soon. Settling down? Off the table. Getting married? You're kidding me, right? That was me before the night we first met. Because, well, meeting a hot chick that made me hard just by looking at her was definitely not in my plans when I sneaked out of a woman's apartment after what was already a long night. Taking her home and getting her a chocolate cake, though, was kind of intentional. But falling for her? Boy, that was pretty much inevitable. HER: He came out of nowhere, literally. I was there, sitting on that bench, barefoot and crying and just getting my heart broken in peace and silence. Then he appeared, all mad and furious and sexy and tall and just drool-worthy! And just like that, despite my poor attempts of escaping him, he had me wrapped in his world. A crazy yet heart-fluttering world, that I have absolutely no intentions of leaving anytime soon. ------- Character development is a main theme in this book. It shows you how they both work on changing for the better, while trying to overcome the obstacles in their relationship and fight for each other till the end. ** Warning!! Some chapters contain sexual scenes, but there's always a warning at the head of the chapter. Do not read them if you're under 18.** * Also, please beware that this story contains a lot of swearing. Read at your own risk. * **I don't own any photos used in this book. All are found on the internet for public use.** Highest Rankings: Sexy - #1 Love - #1 General Fiction - #41 Romance - #46 ------ ** Copyright © 2014 by Fanoshka Flippo (Farah Fekry). All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Fanoshka Flippo / Farah Fekry. **

Jonesing ✓ by Yairla

"Wanted to be bold." I blush while I avoid eye contact. "Devin needed to borrow clothes for gym." I stare at my bare legs. "I should've told her no." He shrugs, biting into his sub. "Not a fan of exposing the body." I nibble on my burrito. "I just don't want anyone to get the wrong idea." I tuck my hair behind my ear. "That you're easy." My face reddens as I look at him in the corner of my eyes. After a few moments, I nod. He sighs. "The only thing that makes a girl easy is if she lets every and any guy inside." He runs his fingers through his hair. "Clothes or attitude has nothing to do with it." I trace a circle on my thigh. "And a guy that believes otherwise is either a dick or a rapist." I smile. "Avery." "Ava." "Your brain works in wonderful ways." I get more comfortable and lean on his shoulder. "So you've said." I giggle. "I'm glad to share the same name as you." ~ A girl, a perfectionist, named Avery Jones has been in love with her childhood friend's brother for as long as she can remember. He's never noticed her, though, he doesn't really notice anyone. He's sort of an insouciant philanderer. They couldn't be any different, the only thing that connects them is their names. Oh, by the way, his name is also Avery Jones; no relation. As crazy as it might sound, it's true. Anyway, it isn't until she becomes his mentor that he finally sees her. But will this new circumstance spark a connection or show just how different they are?

Contract Agreement With My Bestfriend by reader_010

My life used to be simple. I got normal problems like everyone else. I got everything planned out. After graduating from highschool. I moved out of town and decided to chase my dream. The goal is to be independent and make a name for myself. Yes, I was freaking serious. Ever since I was a kid, my dream was always to be an actress. A Hollywood celebrity to be specific. My only problem was I got myself in a series of bad luck. Which led me back to my old home town. No money, no clothes.. basically nothing. I even look so hideous because of Tyler's suggestion of taking a small role in some documentary film that force me to cut my hair short. If it wasn't for that scam company which I invested all my money in, I wouldn't be in this situation right now. So yeah, all bad luck just keeps on coming to me. And there goes my bestfriend, Sarah Wilter. She's a bit crazy. I should have known nothing good comes up to that proposed agreement she initiated for us. See, she promised to help me solve some of my problems if I help her out with her social status in her new college university. I, Olivia Ford is officially doomed.

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𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 ━ book one cover

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Echo of the Past

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.