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  • The Exchange by BelliB
    BelliB
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    Isabelle is a Dutch girl. She goes on an exchange to Madrid to finish high school. Her exchange partner is a boy. He did not respond to her texts and she's afraid he'll be mean and arrogant.. Will it be as she imagined, a true nightmare? Or will she have the best time of her life?
  • We met at Jason's ☕️ ~Tom Holland~ by tomhollandduh
    tomhollandduh
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    A novel with Tom Holland, humor and drama! Hope you enjoy❤️
  • De donutdroom by marithoudvaneten
    marithoudvaneten
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    Marit valt in slaap en daar eet ze voedsel. Marit houd van voedsel!
  • Everyone's First Kiss by EffieCitroen
    EffieCitroen
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    What if your first love, your first kiss, was everyone else's? Iggy is about to find out.
  • Lost  by KyraHapers
    KyraHapers
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    This book is About a girl How her ex boyfriend broke her, How she almost ended it Based on true events
  • Anti-you by KyraHapers
    KyraHapers
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    This book is about a girl and her new neighbors. This book contains love, hate
  • The Dutch girl  by Julialovespizza
    Julialovespizza
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    Trust takes years to build, seconds to break, and forever to repair When I was 7, I got my heart broken for the first time. One slap and there I was, lying on the ground, my heart torn in pieces barely beating my chest. Well, that is what it felt like. My hero's betrayed me and from that day on, I trusted no one. When I was 15, I made a mistake. I thought I deserved to love. Well, once a fool, always a fool. The boy I put my trust in broke my heart again. Now, since the age of 7, the thing in my chest was damaged. But on my fifteenth it became weak too. So I made a the final decision. I would choose myself. Me and my broken self packed a bag, and filled it with the little I had. I took all the kicks and the blows for too long. I left my parents and my life behind. Heck, you can't even call it a life. It was a fucking hell. I decided to leave the Netherlands for good and take myself to the big, bad, scary America. It would be my 'big escape'. So, here I am. A lonely girl, all alone in life. Without a heart to hold on to.