Gay tra Difficoltà, Sogni e Realtà
- LECTURAS 140
- Votos 19
- Partes 7
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.
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Contract Agreement With My Bestfriend
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Nuestro Si? Si.
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𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 ━ book one
- 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 ꒷꒦꒷ ⁀➷.. 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𖤐₊˚ ☆彡 ꒰#𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑫𝑨𝑰𝑳𝒀 𝑫𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑹𝑹𝒀꒱ ❝𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳?❞ ❝𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪 𝘤 𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧.❞ ❝𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.❞ ❝𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?❞ ❝𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?❞ ♡⃕ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 i steal incorrect quotes from instagram and tumblr to make you fawn over drarry.Concluida
My Everything
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 ©2020Concluida
Perfect Fate ✔ (Moved To Inkitt)
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. **Concluida
TAINTED
"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?? ........Concluida
STEVUARY 2025! | HOSTED BY @FlowerBlossom46
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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.Concluida
𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 ━ book two
- 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 ꒷꒦꒷ ⁀➷.. 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𖤐₊˚ ☆彡 ꒰#𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑩𝑨𝑩𝑳𝒀 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑨𝑻 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑷𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑻꒱ ❝𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰, 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘬 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴?❞ ❝. . . 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?❞ ❝. . .❞ ❝. . .❞ ❝𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.❞ ♡⃕ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 i continue to make y'all laugh with incorrect drarry scenarios.Concluida
I was awakened by a buzz, but I don't want to get up, instead I lay still on my bed and about to dream again when I heard a THUD, I flinched at the sound. It's Saturday so I'm not expecting anyone at this early in the morning. I'm not a morning person, I am now annoyed to whoever it is. "Coming!" I yelled and started walking which took me sometime because I literally took my time, don't blame me I'm still sleepy, I opened the door to see a very beautiful woman, she has long wavy hair, thick eyelashes and pink pout lips and lastly... a body to die for. I frowned when I realized a high-school student? I can say because she's wearing a uniform. What is a beautiful high-school girl doing here knocking at my door? I asked mentally. I was about to ask her when she suddenly slipped inside my condo and sit on the couch cozily, I crossed my arms and face her still frowning. "Miss what are you doing here? What do you need?" I asked her curiously. She looked at me and smiled, a smile that can make men drool, but I'm not because I'm still annoyed. "I am your girlfriend" she said sweetly, my eyes widened in shock, I know I'm drunk last night but I don't remember having a girlfriend. I was about to say something when she stood up and face me leaning so much closer that were inches apart. "You wished for me, last night on the internet" oh crap! Now I remember! I was browsing the net when a certain ad captures my attention. "But I wished for a BOYFRIEND! Not a Girlfriend!!?" How do you handle a situation where there's NO REFUND and NO EXCHANGE? Copyright © 2014-2022. Manila, Philippines. All rights reserved.
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