Petrichor Stories

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? Stay tuned to find out ❤️ 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.)

[Slow progress til February 2023] Hi! I'm Sierra. A very warm welcome to you. Get your daily dose of wordgasm along with the display of the random collections of words whirling around in my mind that i pen down. I hope you like it! Looking zealously forward to a CinnamonBun community of our own ;) Oh and i post new chapters every Wednesday!!🖤 Ps. I implore you to please not copy my work. And if you ever see anyone copying it please report them and let me know. It'd mean so much to me. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺-𝘈♡

We grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}

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.

Loving the rain

she was his star, his moon, his constellation ____________________________________ a short book containing poetry [ first book in the 'his' series ] amazing cover by @Gemie-gem winner of the UPA's 2016 Autumn Contest [Poetry section] © copyrighted 2016 @katernator

Just a small book of quotes that you can probably relate to. There may be some words, that describe feelings deep inside us.

Have this letter ...what do you think? ...what do you feel? ...how does it feel? ...dig into the words ...I put in display 𝚙.𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 :) 𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘.. :𝚙 Enjoy! 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝟶𝟻/𝟸𝟼/𝟸𝟸 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 [ ] 𝙾𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 [𝚇]

An ocean of feelings. Dive in to find yourself.

The wall was covered with blood, the red stains were visibly old, the girl went into a trance looking at them she involuntary touched them, she jolted back frantically when she heard loud footsteps echoing through the room towards her. "Do you like the rain?" She said smiling towards him fiddling her white duppata The rain drops were visibly clear on the huge glass wall, the haveli was echoing with the sound of soothing rain, a comfortable silence was clouded between the both of them, the old books on the shelf were covered beautifully with dust coating them. The lightning struck again enhancing his dark brown orbs, she slightly flinched but composed herself swiftly. "I do like the rain" he said clearing his throat looking at her "And maybe even you" he whispered under his breath.

randoms. dunno how to better get the point across. some of these may have south park characters as the mc, but it isn't sp fanfiction. it's just a ramble book. a sick, fourth wall breaking book. the little twisted black bits of the depths of my mind vomited onto this godforsaken writing app- almost a diary.

❝she captured too many stars on her head that some of them spilled and fell into her palms and stained them.❞

why petrichor? pet·ri·chor [pe-trahy-kawr, ‐ker] -noun a distinctive scent, usually described as earthy, pleasant, or sweet, produced by rainfall. when you're sad, you feel like walking in the rain. Hoping that your tears can disguise itself as the raindrops. no one knows. just sad thoughts on your mind and earthy scent of rain. here I've compiled some of sad thoughts and some poem. *warning: might hit you with waves of sadness bc its sad thoughts cover by soundthealarm

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 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)

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;)

A story of a boy I met and the girl he once loved; a girl he could never stop loving.

Delle гэх 16-тай жирийн нэг ганцаардмал ахлах сургуулийн охин сургуулийхаа зожиг, нууцлагдмал гэмээр хөвгүүнд дуралснаар үйл явдал эхлэх болно. Тэр 2 хэрхэн өөрсдийн ертөнцөөр аялж, гал халуун хайр нь сүүлдээ юунд хүргэхийг манай богино зохиолоос уншаарай😉💕

My friend's from back home once told me that i was just a super rich kid with nothing but fake friends.Honestly, i'd say so too What i didn't expect was to end up with a fake ass- hole of a boyfriend. A hot one while we're at it but still a fake. Wattman Mondiale School was a hell hole to say the least and poor little kylie wasn't ready for what was about to hit her. So here's my story Think of me as a mere fragment of various other fictional characters you have read about and fallen in love with. We are never really unreal and we never will be, you keep us alive in you're starry-eyed daydreams where you replace the protagonist and put a nice refined version of your self heyyy u better not kick me out when u meet the other protagonist the asshole boyfriend the hot stuff Rollin in money so finally this story if completed *i'm really not sure if i can commit myself to a story* will take you through a roller coaster ride containing friendship, lust , betrayal, happy tears, sad tears, nudes*not inclusive of pictures ,the creepy men can leave now* and LOVE.

Once upon a time There was a land.........