Истории Hermosa

"How do you say pretty in Spanish?" "Hermosa" "Eres muy hermosa" Ana Velásquez Díaz Howard is Jackie's half-sister. Ana grew up differently from Jackie for the first 12 years of her life. While Jackie was in the New York spotlight as a Nepo baby, Ana was in the dim lights of the Mexican slums. You see, Ana had a different father. A father who had to make a living with dealing drugs in the dangerous parts of Mexico. After her father was shot in front of her when she was 12, she was forced to live with her mother in New York. But she lost that family too, except for her half-sister, Jackie. It's hard for Ana to fit in again; she's always felt at home only with her father. But what if a specific blond boy takes a liking to her and tries his effect on her, but he quickly realizes it doesn't work. He does, however, enjoy a challenge. I don't own anything from MLWTWB! Only Ana and this story! TW: Trauma Death Violence Cursing

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In this world I can't imagine myself apart from him, because we are like only two pieces of the puzzle, which finally met, fit together perfectly, and will never separate. It's a very exciting feeling for me to see that the farther away, the more we merge to a single whole. We even have the same thoughts and desires, as I just can think about something and he will do the same, without any words. We feel each other and sometimes we don't need words to express our thoughts, as our eyes can tell everything. Moreover, it's impossible to describe such miraculous feelings in words. What about my dreams? It's like the most cherished of them has come true and this is the most important thing in my life. Fate gave me the most precious feeling, which can only exist, and I cannot imagine what more can I dream about. Any material value lost its worth for me, as the world of love is filled only with incorporeal values. Love does not hurt, If it hurt its not love. Cause love makes it.

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Una historia que ni yo creo.

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Just a bunch on oneshots of Betty and Jughead from Riverdale. Requests are open! 😗

I'm Kylie Sabrina Kim Hermosa, one and only child, I'm 20 yrs old at Isa akong Teacher sa Pagmamayari naming paaralan.. Yun kasi ang gusto ni Dad para mabantayan ko rin ang School dahil madalas syang umaalis ng bansa ... I don't have a boyfriend ,because i hate boy's Pero simula ng maging studyante ko Ang Badboy na si James at ang mga kaibigan nya nawala ang hate ko sa mga lalaki..

Lo escribiré en ingles por que la idea me vino en ese idioma. Muchas veces hay que mirar más haya que un espejo.

Hola, espero que les guste el traer de amigos con derecho.

Who knew that bella has been keeping a secret too? Will the pack still treat her as a friend or will edward help?

hermana de lisa la vida maravillosa que siempre quisiste tener, ven léela te gustara a acompañarme en esta aventura loca de mi imaginación si eres una blink no lo pienses dos veces únete

"EN MI SANGRE SE ENCUENTRA MI DESTINO" Adara es una joven estudiosa y responsable con un desafortunado pasado pero un brillante futuro.

la protagonista Vanessa ha 17 anni, è alta 1 e 69, castana con occhi verdi e il fisico a clessidra. il protagonista Trevor ha 18 anni, è alto 1 e 87, moro con occhi neri e u fisico palestrato.

Y= y/n= your name C= Camilo= your crush/ boyfriend P: pepa L: Luisa D:dolore

" remember that you have to die " memento mori - /məˌmɛntəʊ ˈmɔːri/ noun an object kept as a reminder of the inevitability of death, such as a skull

Good day to our fellow aspiring writers! We the hermosa warriors created this critique/feedback shop for those aspiring writers who wants to improve in the field of writing. We would like to extend our arms to help you, share our thoughts/ideas that might help you to polish your creation. Let you story be known! Your hidden talents needs to be shown.

Esta es mi historia... La de la chica perfecta, no tan perfecta

My name is Ray. I was born in a 100 year war. My life goal is to win this war. There are two sides to this war. I am on neither side. Feet pounding, Heart racing, I run. Screams light the night air. Gun shots. Bullets fly across the sky. I reach an alley. My hands shake. Tears fell from my eyes. "You are more powerful than you know." my mothers words come back to me. "Harder! Stronger!" Father pushed me until I got it perfect. "Alright" I whisper to myself in this bloody 100 year battle. "You are strong. You are powerful. You got this." I wait until I hear someone walk past the alley. I sneak up on them. SNAP! I snap their neck easily. I smile to myself, and grab this man's gun, and knife. I dash away from the sound of battle. If I can make it to my fathers breeders, or even the stable, I have a good chance to live. Only if...... I don't let my mind finish that thought. Bell WILL be alive. she has to be. her pups can win this everlasting War.

Fueron anocheceres de sereno pensando con el sonido del viento y tirando a la suerte cada minuto de mi existencia con el tiempo e imaginando que el pasado me devolviera mis ganas de tenerte a través de mi distancia. Poco a poco obtuve valor para ganarte ese corazón autónomo con mirada hacia el abstracto echado a la libertad como antojo y apagando el dolor de lo frio manchado con el extracto de ganar o hacerse una ilusión convertida en un reloj. Serías mi abrigo en el frio y te daría todo, aunque sienta lo toxico de perderme en el vacío de los miedos en medio de lo ciego y la desdicha del veneno sin nada con la sombría vida existencial de la invisibilidad. Aprenderé que las letras se pintan y se olvidan como una pequeña melodía sin ritmo, como la caricia sin abrazo y como el beso olvidado manifestado sin un sentido aparente con las pasiones prohibidas. Aprenderé que no es lo mismo estar cerca con la mentalidad puesta hacia un punto en apariencia, que querer con el alma sin ver la exterioridad de una forma no diseñada de la manifestación de la parte abstracta. A veces uno no es mejor sin sentirse aliviado con el interior y el futuro lo vemos a la vuelta de la esquina como nuestro límite del callejón y el destino nos vacila en el preciso momento en que todo el mundo te discrimina. A veces madurar es comprometerse con el respeto mutuo de quererse con la inocencia y la paz de abrir el horizonte de nuestra mentalidad y al saber analizar que existen muchas huellas dejadas con el pasar de una vida. La ansiedad es como seguir con lo mismo en medio de la intriga y el recuerdo fragmentado con el sufrimiento de vivir en el infierno de la nostalgia de ingenuidad acabada con la incertidumbre y la oscuridad