Petrichor Stories

Awards × 1 Mature (18+) 🔥 but the explicit scenes are skippable Dear Chef | ขออภัยด้วยครับเชฟ Book 03 of the Collection "Love, to be Trusted" Charlotte Austin, a widely popular food vlogger from Bangkok comes across a famous restaurant in the mentioned area. Not satisfied by the costumer's unpleasant behaviour, the chef, Engfa Waraha, calls the influencer out which results in Charlotte giving a horrible review to the restaurant's food. The food and behaviour review almost destroys the chef's career until Charlotte feels bad for her behaviour and asks for forgiveness. Will Engfa forgive her after what she did? Will it be difficult for Charlotte to win her over? Will their relationship get better with time? Second Place 🥈- Journey 2026 (March) Tropes: Hate to love, Second chance, Drama, Morally gray character, Redemption, Restaurant owner x food vlogger, Chef x influencer Trigger Warnings: PTSD (Post-traumatic Stress Disorder), Flawed main character, Realistic attempts of life and love, mature content (P.s. this has nothing to do with EngLot's series. This is an RPF.)

❝why is this camera filled with my photos?!❞ moon hyejin, a jolly highschool girl who is just like any other student: burderned with studies, finds an abandoned camera lying on her usual seat of her favorite coffee shop only to find it filled with her photos from the coffee shop. to get a clear understanding, she decides to leave no stone unturned and find the person behind this. lowercase intended. a kim taehyung au. on hold.

𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢. Stubborn breezes giving a shudder, a little drizzle wetting the toes and the scent of the soil stealing away the mind. Infused with love, longing and seasonal blues, this peculiar book of beautiful poems is a place where nostalgia and bliss blend together. Just as the seasons change throughout the year, this book takes you along itself via these poems - some short, some long - written to let you feel the world more intensely. Dive into a place where the monsoon never ends. 🫧🍃Updated regularly. Perfect for quiet nights and deep thoughts. Happy Reading!

she could barely carry the weight of the world on her shoulders ____________________________ a short book containing poetry [ sequel to 'his constellation', second book in the 'his' series ] amazing cover by @Gemie-Gem © copyrighted 2016 @katernator

Stormy weather makes me happy. The rain and some good music are my therapy.

Saoirse mejalani hidupnya dengan begitu baik-baik saja hingga akhirnya dia menyadari bahwa sekalipun semuanya baik-baik saja, dia tidak pernah baik-baik saja.

Poetry

Yes, after selling land, water, etc its time for air to be sold in market. We can call it as a new edition of nature in market. Many countires like NewZealand, Canada etc have taken this idea seriously & implemented it in short time. Many countries have gained huge profits by selling fresh air bottled to countries where air pollution is at its best. Purenewzealandair is one of them who is selling thousand of bottle through e-media in a day.

pet·ri·chorˈpeˌtrīkôr/noun a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather. Eliza's life has spiraled dangerously out of control. Ever since her parent's divorce and the sudden disappearance of her younger sister, Eliza has found it harder and harder to hold on to reality. Yet it was still a shock to her family when she tried to take her life, the night the authorities put an end to the search for her sister. After her failure, Eliza simply stopped caring. Now it is up to her childhood best friend, Asher to free her from the chains of her memories, and pull her back to the surface, redeeming her happiness.

Loving the rain

They say April showers bring May flowers... My second poetry project, including a poem for every day in April, and then some, with themes of heartache, shifting times, honest thoughts, newsprung life, and hope for the future. (Oh, and there are a few silly poems, too!) Highest ranking: #39 in Poetry (May 6, 2017)

to the rhythm of the song, i lay my bones in the backyard. because they are made of lust. they want to listen to your playing until they turn to dust.

The poetry I wrote during my suffering...

Pet•ri•chor- noun The smell of dust after rain; a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.

In the midst of the what ifs, Aya likes her best friend, Haze who is clueless of her dilemmas. As Haze got invited by her longtime crush to the upcoming party. Aya found her way to confess her feelings through letters she carefully wrote as if she had been waiting for this moment to come.

This collection of my poems is inspired by the love felt during different seasons with different people. I am a big time pluviophile and love "winter is coming!". I find myself at peace when it rains and snows. It enables me to pen poems and bring back the memories of lovers. I hope you will be able to connect and enjoy these poems. Share them with your seasonal or evergreen love;)

Yes, the invisible fresh air is no more free in nature just because of air polluted by human beings. People of Canada & NewZealand tried this simple idea of collecting air in bottles & then selling them to those countries where air pollution is more & people are suffering from respiratory issues. Gradually this idea become a new way of trade for entrepreneurs, Purenewzealand is one of them who are exporting these bottle air worldwide.

The story of the pluviophile.

The third installment of the Petrichor series. Chasing Maya down the street had only been entertaining a few blocks in. But. She had to keep going. It was the principle of the thing. Maya had impregnated her baby girl, and what was she supposed to do? Not kill her? It just didn't seem logical. "KELLEY MAUREEN O'HARA!" On second thought. Maybe she should let the girl go. They should all sit down like the adults they were and have a civilized conversation. Structured just like the last book. (nothing in here will make sense unless you read Petrichor and Vellichor first)

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