French Stories

Fourteen-years-old Élise leaves France for a summer in Seoul, expecting nothing more than a temporary job she got out of luck, new routines, and long-distance calls home. Between unfamiliar streets, convienience-store dinners, and the quiet pressure of growing up too fast, she begins to build a life that feels entirely her own. But on her first day, a brief, unfinished conversation in a hallway reminds her that some encounters don't end when you walk away. And that some summers change direction without warning. { Speaking about warning, I would like to add that if your an adult reading this this is a reminder that Louis is currently 15. I let you sit with that. } Anyway guys, enjoy 🤭 Highest ranking: - 1st on #louis ( I'm so happy guysss ) - 1st on #frenchgirl - 2nd on #woojin and #ohyul Thank you all so much for everything <3

⚠️ Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. All credit goes to the amazing creator of Blue Lock! Neither does the picture on the cover !!! What if Kaiser and Isagi met as kids... and were torn apart? Before rivalry, before ego, before Blue Lock-they shared a bond that time and distance tried to erase. This is the story of two boys, bound by a promise to meet again on the world stage. Separated by fate. Reunited by ambition. ⚽ Expect: • childhood fluff • angst that hurts • emotional growth • slow burn reunion • football + feelings Got suggestions or thoughts? Drop them in the comments-I'd love to hear from you!

she eliminated her famous parents out of her life, can she build back better than them?

Xiomara Montoya didn't come to this country to fall in love. She came to pay bills, keep her family fed and make sure nobody from their past ever found them again. She has three rules. Work hard. Trust nobody. And never, under any circumstances, come home to find a strange man sitting on her couch looking like he owns the place. She's already broken one of them. Nicolas Devereaux is used to getting what he wants. He just didn't expect what he wanted to be a curly haired, fast talking girl who goes off in Spanish every time he frustrates her. Which is often. What Xiomara doesn't know is that he understands every single word. Every. Single. One.

A book of satisfying poetry. Calm yourself and read them🤗💖

poems posted when emotions are too much for my body. Wether you like it or not is up to you. i was told to post them one day , so that's what i'm doing. they are pretty dark most of the time. if you're still reading , i hope you know there is always someone out there that's here for you. And we may not know each other , but i'm proud of you, for opening your eyes today and keeping on going. you'll find your spark again one day. You are unique, make your life at your image. disclaimer : i'm french, so there may be french poems or mistakes in my poems, please forgive me for that

After a painful breakup with her toxic ex, Soleil isn't looking for love until she meets Theo, a kind and genuine guy at her high school. As they grow closer, she starts to heal and realizes that real love feels safe, supportive, and true.

Book One of the Shadowed Skin Series ​Maya lives in the margins of her own life, a carefully constructed world of silence and safety. But that world is being dismantled, piece by piece, by a man who shouldn't exist. Malachi Roux doesn't just enter a room; he materializes-a 6'2" phantom of heavy muscle and ancient ink. He is the shadow that lingers too long, the random apparition in her rearview mirror, a biker king whose predatory silence screams a single word: mine. ​When Maya steps into his sanctuary-a dimly lit tattoo parlor thick with the scent of green soap and the rhythmic, hypnotic buzz of the needle-the trap snaps shut. She thought she was the artist, that her needle was the only thing claiming his skin. She was wrong. ​In a moment of raw, breathless surrender, Malachi demands his brand. Etched in a sharp, thorned script across her chest, grazing the swell of her cleavage, is the Latin vow that binds her to the throne of his wreckage: ​"Mea Regina. Meus Ignis. Hic ad vindicandum." (My Queen. My Fire. Here to claim.) ​As the needle bites into her skin, the pain is a ritual. It isn't just ink; it's an invitation into his ruin. Malachi leans over her, his baby-blue eyes dazed and focused, whispering the truths that will haunt her: ​"Mon enfer a ton nom." (My hell has your name.) ​"Cor meum est carcer tuus." (My heart is your prison.) ​"I don't want your 'yes.' I want the 'no' that dies in the back of your throat when I touch you." ​As a hidden danger from his biker world closes in, Malachi's intensity becomes a cage she no longer wants to escape. She is the altar he worships on, the woman he stalked from the shadows just to bring into his light. Maya must decide if she will run from the flame, or let the man who branded her burn her down just to rebuild her in his image. ​"Her needle. My skin. A cage? We both chose."

I love you 🌷~ My love That's the translation of this french verse that illuminates deep within the heart of a lover! A highschool lovestory that never bloomed into love until they met each other years apart!🌀 What's a highschool romance with no confession at all? It's this one! Where the budding feeling never came out! Maybe this is a slow burn with suppressed love.. The slowest of all burns that might get the whole zoo in your stomach 🐅 A random French revision together never expected eternity to be found within the classroom 🦚 Stay tuned cause when South India meets North India and where the mediator is France 🦢🪶 MIRACLES HAPPEN and So do FAIRYTALES ✨

❝ 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚...❞ °̥࿐୨୧┊RIGHT THROUGH ME... LNGSHOT x fems OCS (+ CORTIS) - #3 in Woojin #1 in volley

𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. {𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢<𝟹}

Short stories from my RPs (and other CountryHumans/Countryballs RPs) I hope you like them 😁👍🏻✨ In: Most of the time English And time to time Polish Germany OR translated Russian and French Fav ships: 🥇🇫🇷X🇮🇹 🥇🇨🇳X🇧🇾 🥇🇭🇺X🇯🇲 🥈🇯🇵X🇰🇷 🥈🇵🇱X🇨🇳 🥉🇪🇸X🇫🇷 🥉🇮🇹X🇷🇺 PS: 🇮🇹X🇫🇷= it's BL 🇯🇵X🇰🇷= it's BL 🇨🇭X🇩🇪= it's BL 🇯🇲X🇭🇺= it's BL 🇩🇪X🇷🇺= straight love 🇯🇵X🇻🇳= straight love 🇩🇪X🇯🇵= straight love 🇵🇱X🇨🇳= WxW 🇨🇳X🇧🇾= WxW 🇫🇷X🇪🇸[🏳️‍⚧️]= Straight love And the others, check out ^^

A tale of intergenerational BIID over centuries. In prep school I became a close friend of Brian Meadows. His mobility impairment was obvious. Over time its cause became evident as he described a peculiar turn of mind shared by generations of privileged ancestors whose story reaches back well into 18th century France. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons or situations other than those that are clearly general knowledge is pure coincidence. The story is excerpted and adapted from my much longer novel "Buddies." I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I have writing it.

: ✧ : ceo! wriothesley + ceo assistant! neuvillette au ∬ - lowercase intended !! ∭ currently revamping(?) the entire fanfic 😭 //// [ cover photo by @snifflesmp4 on twitter. ] [ none of the characters belong to me; they all come from a game called "genshin impact." ]

Five years. One mission. A past that refuses to die. Major Zeyneb Beauchamps knows danger, but nothing could prepare her for ghosts of betrayal - her father's shadow, a lost fiancé, and a sister with secrets of her own. Sergeant Jack Luver may be the only man she trusts... or the one hiding the deadliest truth. In a world where loyalty is tested and love weaponized, every choice has a price.

When Edgar Benedict, CEO and Mafia Boss, agreed to a marriage he didn't choose, he expected silence and walls - demanded it. Especially with her. Lilian Bouchard, the too sweet, too understanding nurse who he was stuck with while his empire - crafted from crime and loss - began to crumble. In his pursuit of this mystery, and otherwise, Edgar's not meant to be kind. He's meant to be untouchable - calculating, precise, and ruthless. The man everyone fears, whispers about, never looks in the eye. But in the midst of it all, when an accident leaves Lilian blind, she begins to see him more clearly than anyone else ever has. Between hushed conversations, laughter in the rain, and arguments that cut too deep, something starts to shift. He hates how she talks to him. She loves how he listens. He calls it -her- foolishness. She calls it faith.

------ Chapters come out every Monday and Friday------ "Hey Estella, I was wondering if you could show our new student here, around our school campus," Mr. Vazquez said. "It looks like Rye happens to be in a majority of your classes. So I think it's best if you could help him navigate around Trinity High School!" He said with a smile plastered on his face. Honestly Estella couldn't tell whether she had an actual choice. But she would give anything to be away from Emilio. "Ok, no problem." Estella said with a smile.

a fillipino girl named vanessa moreau enters a high school in paris france, château noireval where going out, and any digital appliances are prohibited , if you're in then you're in forever. Experiencing abnormal stuffs, everything was there messed up nothing was left normal.she makes there 5 close friends, noah laurent, zoe marchand, lia Villanueva, ethan Garnier and mia Rousseau. their student council head president zayn Vallenueva who's cold more than ice, and from whom even the headmistress fears. later falls in love with her too. ( thriller/horror/romance/murder mystery) (7 chapters every week )

Paris wasn't just a city. It was where everything began... and where everything could fall apart. Jeanne never believed in love that lasts forever. Not after London, not after everything she left behind. Moving to Paris was supposed to be her fresh start - quiet mornings, new streets, a life untouched by memories. Then she met Rêve. Mysterious. Gentle. Impossible. He felt like a dream she shouldn't trust... and yet couldn't stay away from. In a city of golden lights, late-night confessions, and stolen glances, Jeanne finds herself falling into something deeper than she ever planned - something that feels like fate... or maybe a beautiful mistake. Because loving Rêve was never simple.

Aaliyah Syed thought she had finally found love, until the man she trusted shattered everything-her marriage, her heart, and her future. Alone, humiliated, and carrying a secret that could change her life, she runs from the only home she's ever known. Nicolas Laurent is quiet, steady, and protective. A café owner in his family's hotel, he's used to keeping to himself-but a couple of months ago, his life was shaken in a way that still haunts him. When their paths cross, neither of them expects sparks... or the chance to heal. Can Aaliyah open her heart again, or has she already lost her chance at love? And can Nicolas heal from the pain that still lingers? [Rankings] #1 convert