Fanta Stories

La nuit était silencieuse, seulement troublée par le bruissement du vent contre les volets. Fanta se tenait debout, son regard perdu dans l'obscurité de la ville endormie. Son cœur battait fort, trop fort. Une question tournait en boucle dans son esprit, l'empêchant de trouver le repos : Et si tout cela était une erreur ? Elle ferma les yeux, essayant de calmer le tumulte en elle. Elle repensait à tout ce qui l'avait menée à ce moment précis, à toutes les épreuves, aux doutes, mais aussi aux espoirs. Son départ, son retour, son amour pour Mouhamed... Un bruit derrière elle la fit sursauter. Elle se retourna brusquement, la gorge serrée. Fanta, tout va bien ? Cette voix. Celle qu'elle connaissait par cœur. Son souffle se coupa un instant. Elle inspira profondément. Il était trop tard pour reculer. Le destin était en marche. Bon deuxième histoire et j'espère bien que vous allez l'adorer histoire fictive

What happens if The Chosen One turned out to be evil? What happens if the city prefers to live under the rule of an evil Warlock? Sir Ambrose once had his choice of the greatest heroes to command. What he has been lumbered with are: a wizard with no control over his ability to make fire, a thief with broken hands, and the Duchess of Danbury who is clearly an orc in a dress. Thankfully, Sir Ambrose has a plan to save a city that does not want to be saved. He just can't remember what it was. Step 1 was definitely survive his beheading. Photo Cover : https://www.pexels.com/@franco-monsalvo-252430633/ Map by: https://www.reddit.com/u/chevellure/s/vwmCvHDndr

A short post apocalyptic can fiction able up a grape soda can's journey to find safety.

Till we meet again. souls to meet

What is the worst thing that is held in Coffee, Wine, Fanta, and apple juice? -PS, this is not real. And IDK why... I guess I'm just lazy to find real news. But who knows... maybe some things I say in here is true. Read my articles to find out!

Un chico normal, con una vida normal, pero el tiene un poder que ni el sabia que tenia.

everything was blue; his pills, his hands, his jeans, and now he's covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams.

The ballad of ant Anna

In this story, there will be a man named Ladrus, who serves as a blacksmith. While this blacksmith was content with his daily routine of hitting metal, he was bored as well. While on the surface he seemed to be always irritated and intimidating, he was yearning for something crazy, something to change. The blacksmith lived in a small, lonely village. The village is occasionally passed through by travelers. There was little to no knowledge of what was happening outside of this village. There were not many people passing through his village, but one day, a strange visitor arrived. An old man, a past prophecy beholder in disguise, came to the blacksmith holding an old, damaged sword. Among the peculiar old man's suggestions, the male suggested he take it, since it might yield what they craved. That sword did indeed give him what he sought. It was one fateful night when the blacksmith decided to take a look at the sword. Perhaps he could fix the sword and sell it for some decent money if he fixed it up. Upon picking it up, however, the sword suddenly fixed itself, revealing an unforeseen tale. An impressive light shone off of it, revealing things to the blacksmith. As if a god were speaking to him, a request was made; a duty was given to him. He was told something that would change his life. Among the gods, there was a war; a war that only the sword and the fated prophecy could win. As a result of this fateful prophecy, the blacksmith was ordered to fight for a cause. Although he never thought this would happen to him, he heeded the light's words and put his life on the line to fight for peace. There were many things he would discover along the way, adventure, answers, questions, friendship, hatred, forgiveness, love, and maybe even victory?

so uh this is just oneshots about two soda cans! i am also taking requests! I will do fluff, angst and lemons! 🍬 - Fluff 🍋 - Lemon 🥀 - Angst

IT IS SAD 😔

Um certo vilarejo possui uma certa princesa, aos olhos deles uma princesa incomum, principalmente pelo fato de amar livros de fantasia, ou por não gostar de vestidos de gala. Ela sente que algo lhe falta, principalmente depois de ter sonhos com um certo alguém. A princesa com seus cabelos longos e pretos, cujo possui o nome "Pure" sai em uma aventura em busca da pessoa de seus sonhos, e várias coisas vão acontecendo durante sua jornada. (e não, essa não é uma história que acaba com um: o principe e a princesa viveram felizes para sempre)

Este prólogo, tem como proposta apresentar para o leitor todo o universo fantástico cujo a história fascinante e intrigante, que vai te levar para uma experiência inovadora...

Yes, my very first and stereotypical story including Y/N. (the very basic teenage Y/N in school) with the school popular bullies, Y/N's crush, and the unimportant characters. Y/N has stutter problem bc to make the story worse. and i will make a version with a non-existant reader.

Desde hace mucho tiempo se han contado historias sobre seres mágicos que cuidan la naturaleza, seres inmortales que han vivido mucho más que la raza humana. ¿Qué te hace falta para creer? Déjame que te cuente una historia de hace algunas décadas del lugar donde viví cuando era apenas una niña, la cual marcó mi vida y es parte de lo que soy ahora.

written for my friend💜

i hit my head and my personality did a 180, so im no longer Eddie or Dirt, i am now fanta

a fan fiction of the adventures of MAUDE and TRISTAN, as they discover the power of FANTA.