Obviously Stories

One loves the other the other has no idea Guess which is which oh and they're best friends

When Shayla Wolfe was 14 her family was torn apart by a Kaiju while on a cruise. She swore to avenge her dead family members and when the Jaeger's came online she was one of the first to sign up. Now she's 26 and her and her partner Robin are being sent to Hong Kong to finish the Kaiju off once and for all.

What if something appears that might change your Life forever? Would you take the first step?

Builled and beaten, stood on and kicked. Is that all my life is going to lead to? I guess my name really does mean what I am... My name is Matt and I think I have a lot in common with it.

Jasmine Carter- thought- she was a normal teenager whose parents were irrevocably in love and moved around a lot because each house wasn't freaking perfect. She thought the school she attending was filled with normal kids, normal teachers and a very- over-the-top- normal principal. Well, normal is overrated. What Jasmine doesn't know was that the school she goes to is filled with werewolves and the principal, is the Alpha of the pack. She also doesn't know that her own father, is an Alpha, and the reason they all moved into Howlmore is because her Father's pack will joining the other one- the Principal's. Jasmine is also oblivious to the fact that she is a werewolf- because that beast/more savage side of her is compressed because her mother is human. She will have access to her wolf when she turns eighteen. Which is two months. P.P.P.S her mate goes to Howlmore high. Oh yeah, another thing. Author: Hey, Jasmine. Forgot to tell you that werwolves exist! Jasmine: wtf. Enjoy the book! It has the typical Alpha's son is my mate shit, not the "rare" white-wolf shittt thoooo. If you don't like it, then that's okay with me, I'm writing this because I have too much free time on my hands. I know, my life sucks. Well! Let me know if you like it! Ta Ta. (Idek)

The different numbers are the people that they are to. If a number repeats, then the letter is to the same person I need to get some things off my chest.

its gonna be shit and also every part is a diff story k? coz im lazy and dont feel like making a new book for everything

"I guess no one ever taught you how to be a real man," A crack fic heavily inspired by two guys in my school. Purely for shits and giggles<333

him; my greatest achievement <3

Her name is Rose. I know such a pretty name, right? Wrong. Rose is the color of love, the color of passion. Too bad her name doesn't really help me in the love department. She couldn't have gotten a worse name. The reason is she was dumb enough to fall in love with her best friend Mike. The same best friend who also have a girlfriend, Joechla who he so in love with completely blind to her bitchy nature. And believe me she was such a bitch. But one day, Mike and Joechla break up. A perfect time to tell him my feeling. But do she even want to? Or would it just be easier to just be friends? Seriously out of all people she had to fall in love with her best friend? God does one-sided love suck.

⚜ about me, who pretends to be famous and tries to be aesthetic and iconic ._.

¿Sabías que; leyendo un nuevo dato cada dia aprendes 365 cosas nuevas al año.. ? Este libro es para que aprendas y al mismo tiempo, te desenvuelvas en los comentarios.. ya que hay cosas que quizá no sabías para nada, cómo que; caminas con los pies.

These facts are obvious. Like really obvious.

I made a promise to make this fanfic. So... Yeah here we are...

Even though Prince Janus's father was always gone, for the first ten years of Janus's life, he's has been happy living with his mom. Until his father came back. Apparently, the king had thought Janus was a princess and not a prince. So he came back, took one look at Janus, proclaimed he was beautiful, and promptly locked him up in a tower for princes to save. But what happened instead was a surprise to both Janus, his tiny purple dragon, and the Remus, the milkman!

"There's something beautiful about watching the tide break on the shore. The feel of the spray, the wind, the utter calmness. The tide slowly building up and once it gets too big, crashing on its trusty friend, the shore. The beauty of it is not the spray or whatever. It's how once the tide has had enough,it can always land on its trusty friend. Even when the tide pulls away to be something bigger, the shore will always be there. That's what I want. Not to have the shore, but to be it. I want someone to need me. To rely on me, you know?"

sooo, this is all of the splatoon stories that I make that are either incomplete, or too short for their own book. anyway hope it is enjoyed by many!!!