Perfume Stories

❝OF COURSE I STILL CARE LOVE'S NEVER WASTED WHEN IT'S SHARED. AND ALTHOUGH ITS OVER, I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE❜❜ the art of loving is a common belief that means love isn't just luck, but a skill that requires discipline and effort, much like an art form. but in reality, love can be layered, much like an onion. a possessive over consuming emotion that can leave you reaching for the end of the cave. but heartbreak is like lingering kiss that clings to your lips, a taste that overstays its welcome. in this situation, the strong taste of onion refuses to leave amelie astor, the pain and suffering chasing her through the shadows, and the root of her agony is the pain inflicted by her bandmate, harry styles.

#(2OO9) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀O͟n͟t͟h͟e͟M͟E͟N͟U͟ 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽⠀⠀╱⠀ Original Story. ©⠀⠀⠀⠀written by Marcela, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱

She wanted to be as free as a bird with no nest, only to find the sky was vast enough to drown in." ​She built a fortress of mirrors to witness her success, only to see her own fragmentation. He tamed glory beneath his feet, yet failed to tame the terror in her eyes. ​Between the chill of London and the warmth of the Aurès, the story resides. A tale of those who flee "belonging," mistaking it for a "shackle," And of peaks that offer no warmth, no matter how bright they shine. ​Is stability a surrender... or is constant flight the ultimate defeat?

its 3:45(AM!) and i just bite my tongue....

A compilation of short stories made from a moody teen, who crack fictions all the negativity inside them. Original stories and badly done fanfiction too. All from a moody teen.

- أنا استَيقظ يوميًا على نَفس المَنام نَفس الأحلام ونفس تلك "الأنا" - لَيسـت كل الكُتب مُناسبة لجميع القُرآء، لكن كُل ما أكتُب فَهو مُناسب لقارئٍ ما .. فأعثُر عليه. كُتِبت في ينَاير و أُختُتِمت في فبراير - الخامس والعشرين من بعـد الألفَين .

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"The memories of a human being that makes his life colorful. The instances we feel nostalgic about, the emotions and flavours that makes us grateful for being alive... I want to relive them once again before I die..." That was the Queen's last wish. ~.~.~ Love is an endless cycle. Once you begin loving, it spreads. A short story | Completed | Around 1.5K words. Vote, comment, share and follow my account!

She bumps into him at the cafe.

Di sini saya menulis diari & merepek. Jom stalk :p

Maysie Campbell was never the relationship type. She never did the relationships with holding hands, waking up to the person in the morning smiling because of the mind-blowing sex, or kissing in public like nobody's watching. She's used to waking up, getting dressed with a major hangover and leaving without a glance back at the person she just spent the night with. She's used to heading to her best friend, Rule Bennett's, house to crash on his couch for the majority of the day before she goes back out and does it all over again. One night, Maysie goes home with a stranger, oddly sober. She goes home with him, without a clue as to who he is and what he used to be. She gets the sparks and everything else she's read about in romance books. In the morning, instead of running she makes a deal with the curly haired stranger that introduces himself as Harry - just Harry. She quickly agrees to the deal, and soon they're having a no-strings attached relationship. Before long the no-strings attached deal turns into something more for Maysie, something she's never wanted before. But, there's an obstacle standing in her way and she's not sure how to take it down. So, she starts wearing a particular perfume, staking her claim every time she spends a night with Harry - trying to make him rightfully hers.

A heart-shaped face, with hair that was the brown of aged mahogany, the hues altered as her wavy strands moved, as free as autumn leaves dancing in the wind. The very beautiful Alan lived in Manhattan with her mom. On her way home one day, she picked up a flower from the street. But then a weird thing happened. Read the story to find out.

A face, a scent - and everything shifts. The summer he turned twenty, Sunoo expected to spend his holidays lying around, reading under the countryside sun. But that was before Niki showed up - the nephew with a kind smile. In this quiet, timeless place, where nature keeps more than just secrets, an unexpected connection begins to grow. A glimpse of a love that feels almost perfect - and leaves them both with the lingering scent of orange, the kind of perfume that stays long on your skin... __ Short story __

HI GUYS, THANKS FOR PUTTING IT ON 4TH, PLS FOLLOW, VOTE AND COMMENTS. ThANKS FOR ALL THE SUPPORT A servant, the late Mrs. Smith, has been murdered at the Prime Minister's manor, in a desolate location. Now it's up to Hercule Poirot to find the murderer, oR eLsE ~~~

Darlene is a world famous singer, loved and adored by her fans and she loves the popstar life. She is used to hold concerts in front of thousands of people on world tours and live on first class hotels. She lives a double life though, behind the fame she is just Molly, an unsure girl who doesn’t think anyone can love her for who she really is. No one knows Molly is Darlene, she is so to call it- secretly famous. When she finds out she is pregnant her whole world comes crashing down on her. She must pick one life. Should she stay as Darlene and continue her career or stop singing and live happily with her family with the money she earned? Or will she manage to combine both lives together? Most importantly, what will her boyfriend say when he finds out who she really is?