Tall Stories

In the middle of university chaos, she fell for him quietly.🖇️Unknowingly, he fell for her much harder🖤.She believes he hates her, unaware of the feelings he hides✨. Bound by a reason he cannot reveal, he chooses to hurt her instead of loving her openly🪄Every word he never says pushes her further away.When she finally lets go, he realizes he has already lost her🥹😭

Part 1

„𝐀𝐇𝐇𝐇 𝐘/𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅!" „𝐇𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬!" ɪᴛ's ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴀ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ? ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ...ʀɪɢʜᴛ...? ALL CHARACTERS FROM KNY AND KNY ITSELF BELONGS TO KOYOHARU GOTOUGE THE OCS BELONG TO ME

First story<3

At Saint Harlow's Boarding School, opposites don't just attract-they combust. Eliza Carter, a bold senior with paint on her hands and rebellion in her veins, only cares about art and chaos. Nathaniel "Nate" Hale, a prim and brilliant junior mathematician, lives by numbers, rules, and routine. When Eliza's final art project requires a mind sharper than her sketchbook, she drags Nate into her world-whether he likes it or not. Between midnight studio sessions, stolen glances, and her relentless teasing, sparks turn into fire. But as deadlines close in and their secret partnership deepens into something dangerous, Eliza and Nate must decide: are they just a project, or are they willing to rewrite the formula for love?

Her brother vanished without a trace. Now Lyra fights underground as "Wraith" - a masked fighter with no identity and no fear. A single offer pulls her to Saint Varelli Academy the last place he was seen alive. But at Saint Varelli, secrets don't stay buried. And neither do people like her. Welcome to Saint Varelli. ------- New chapters every Tuesday & Saturday <3

Wanted to write a story about an itty bitty little girl and a tall guy. And the girl's overprotective brothers. Hope you enjoy. I'll figure out cover art later. Also tag ideas would be much appreciated I have no imagination:)

For a top model like Rhiannon Lee Dawn, flying from New York to Paris for editorial, then to Milan for shooting ads is pretty much normal. At the age of sixteen she make big bucks. Her carrer is on fire. But not her love life. She never thought about it until a day at a photo shoot where she meet Freya. A beautifully out of this world photographer. They instantly click. But Rhiannon find out about Freya secret that torn her apart.

A short girl named Carley falls in love with a tall, cute, romantic, and nice guy named Chris. But, when Carley's over attached ex John comes into the picture and tries to break them up, Chris has to choose to Stay with her or leave her.

Different Plots of season 2 . . Second Season Netflix's Julie and the phantoms. The story is about Julie and her ghost band or as she explains everyone as her "hologram" band Not much people know about the truth except. Only her best friend, Flynn. The band as three singers excluding Julie Molina who is pianist and vocalist Luke Pattinson- the main guitarist and vocalist, Reggie Peters- base guitarist, Alex Mercher- drummer.

Short ladies? Stick around if you would like knowledge on a different point of view. Tall ladies? Prepare to relate! Started: 6/18/18 Ended: ??? Cover credit: btsmicrowave

~SHRIMPY ~ [ small + short + girlfriend + cute + love of my life ]

Just random heartbreaking short love stories.

Epilogue - Before the Story Began Love has always been... complicated. For some, it's sweet, exciting, life-changing. For others... like me? It's a trap. A distraction. A headache. A waste of time. I'm Eloise Jaze Dy. Ellie for short. 5'3, always tired, always studying, always alone by choice. Accountancy student. NBSB. Not because no one tried... but because I never let anyone stay. Then there's Matt. Archie Matthew Sebastian. My neighbor since birth. Family friend. Annoying. Persistent. Somehow... everywhere I don't want him to be. He's loud where I'm quiet, careless where I'm careful, cheerful where I'm tired. He sees through walls I've built, through routines I thought protected me. And somehow...he's still here. Still waiting. Still irritating me. I don't believe in love. I don't want to. But maybe... just maybe, love doesn't care about what I want. And that's how it all started. 💛

A tall strange creature that can mimic other peoples voice but not to perfectly

Zhavia Winters has an oppurtunity to attend Zallory High where she will be able to get a scholarship and possibly attend a great college. Will her abusive parents who don't give two shits about her let her attend? °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Jayden Herrington is the most feared mafia at the age of 19. He is ruthless, cold-hearted, doesn't trust or lpbe easily and attends Zallory High. Will that all change when he meets Zhavia? Will he fall for her innocence, beauty, and kind heart.

I make my way towards his table confidently while smirking. "I didn't know that I was THAT beautiful to the point that you wouldn't be able to stop staring at me." He looks at me, shocked, and then laughs loudly, making me raise an eyebrow. "I was looking at you because the entire time there was a food stain on your mouth." He smirks triumphly and I gasp in horror, taking out my pocket mirror and realizing that I really did have a stain. "I'll have some waffles." He says dismissively, a look of pure triumph on his face. Elena and James hated eachother at first, but I'm sure you can guess where the story is going by the title and cover photo. So enjoy a cringey romance story where gender norms don't matter and where a perverted girl makes a serious boy's life into a living hell.

Are you tall? Do people say things that annoy the literal shit out of you? If so, you will probably enjoy this... *For people 5'8" and up Rated PG-13 for strong, but beautiful language

Pretty much an entire book about what it's like to be tall, complete with a giant list of the good, the bad, and the ugly plus the cold hard facts, coming from your not-so-average tall girl.

She was tall as a giraffe. Smart as an elephant. Insane as an axolotl. Except. She was one thing more. As imprisoned as the wild ones. The dangerous ones. She was told that she was dangerous as well. That's what everybody had told her of course, since the day she turned thirteen. She was sixteen now, locked up in her room. The excuse was that she was "crazy" of course. She was insane, apparently. Inhuman. Tall and quiet as a swaying weeping willow. Her name was Willow.