Blabbering Stories

"Y-You smoke too m-much" Arabella pouts but she's already sliding the cigarette from his fingers gentle as anything stubbing it out in the soil of the tiny succulent he keeps on his desk the one she gave him, that he somehow hasn't killed yet. Lucien stared at her. His green eyes catching the adorable smile already brightening her face. No one touches his things. Yet she's touching his hand now her thumb brushing his knuckles where the skin's gone slightly rough, and his chest does whatever the fucking fluttery thing it always does when she looks at him like that. "And you" he starts voice wrecked already. Fucking pathetic. "You talk too much." But he doesn't even mean it. Honestly, he could drown in the beautiful, soft sound pouring from those rosy lips. Those rosy lips that seem to babble about anything and everything. Those very lips he so desperately craves on his. Fuck. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐿️་༘࿐ She's sunshine in a broken world-bubbly, kind, stuttering through her wildest thoughts, finding beauty in colorful flowers and joy in silly romance novels. He's ice in a tailored suit, CEO of a company he never wanted, grumpy at 6 AM, hell, even grumpy at midnight, smoking through his stress just to feel something burn. She talks too much when she's excited. And that's basically always. He hasn't had a real conversation in years. And frankly, he doesn't care to. She's struggling, working in various jobs and surviving on croissants and hope, escaping a past that still texts her at 2 AM. He's rich, cold, avoiding his parents' weekly "why are you still single" dinners by working himself into the ground. She's all soft edges and "have a lovely day" to strangers. He's all sharp lines and "get out of my fucking face" before coffee. They shouldn't fit. They don't fit. Yet somehow she's the only one whose blabber he doesn't want to silence with harsh words but with sweet kisses. 𔓘All Rights Reserved𔓘

A book dedicated to @rairaik and @moodswitcher's bs [not a camren fic]

It's finally Time for Aurodon's annual sing- off. And all the girls are extremely excited. All except for Mal. The contest winner will get to perform one duet with popstar Gabe Everest. Mal isn't that excited until Ben tells her to give it a try. When Mal wins and Gabe starts flirting with her, will Ben regret his decision? Will Mal do more that one duet? Read to find out

This is where I dump off my furry updates and shit.

A collection of thoughts, and short stories. 🌷

Cool words from hot mouthes

I'm not very good at description,but welcome to my book of randomness where you will find the real me. Cover art:Happy©Astariku on DA Edited by me

Like the title says, it's about all my rants, thoughts and other stuff like that. (Story by Oreo_Chan)

Hey! I turned 18 about two weeks ago, and since I was a kid, I had plenty of expectations as to what life would be like now, but I've come to the realization that it is really not so. What truly happens is, the boulder of responsibilities and guilt for your actions just increases exponentially. But hey! It's not that bad. For starters, I have decided to start this book, where I'd just blabber about random topics that are on my mind, or come to me, and I'd give my email, so you can send me some ideas too! So, join me on this journey of random blabbers about various topics, maybe you'll have fun, or more probably, you'll just view this once and never again. Anyways, I do hope you follow this, and join me on this weird world of blabbers!

Girlxgirl short stories full of fluff! Hope you enjoy it~ #24 in #short (14/05/23) :-)

This is my collection of spoken word. It doesn't follow any traditional poetry structures. PM me or comment what you think :) Enjoy :D

Hey guys and girls! Welcome to my book! the @CupcakeSparkles003 book. Here i'll write whatever and whenever, a random book where i can do whatever and be cool! Hopefully you guys enjoy! Plz be nice, if theres any mistakes go ahead and correct me!!!

Book for basically those busybodies and also for people *cough cough* who keep asking me to do one shots. Oh and also for my stupid moments when out with friends. And those busybodies would probably get killed after reading all this.

මං නෙමේ ඒත් අපි ගොඩක් මේ මං වගේ

Collection of my random thoughts. Poems, if they count as one.

Have you ever regretted what you have said? More than any one else, Aldhea has. If you were in her shoes, You would say so too. Aldhea Truest was pampered as much as she could be.What would her life become like when she challenges to live a life all alone and turn over an entirely new leaf?

A small short I created not too long ago about two artists who meet at a park. until the end, -nuit.