Wanderlust Stories

" 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙮𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙄𝙩'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 " ఌ ||⚠️ WARNING ⚠️|| - heavy mentions of topics such as abuse, alcohol, drugs, some smut, and other similar ideas. Take these into account before reading ! midst 2007-17 year old Julia Augustin wins a study-abroad trip to Germany for two months, the sole purpose being to see her long distance best friend Anika; as well to go to a Tokio Hotel concert Anika surprised her with! But what happens when she makes a risky decision to be able to go on the trip in the first place? What happens when the lead guitarist slips her his room number? And what happens when a supposed one night stand turns into something...more? •gentle love •Tom x OC •!takes place in 2007!

She was looking for a story. He was looking for a secret. ​Seraphina "Sera" Hayes, a fiercely independent travel blogger, thought her biggest challenge in Venice was finding the perfect espresso. That was before she accidentally swapped briefcases with Elias Van Der Zee, a mysterious, pragmatic architect haunted by his late grandfather's cryptic past. That small mix-up in a train station throws them headlong into a global scavenger hunt. From the ancient libraries of Prague to the dusty souks of Cairo, and the flashing neon of Tokyo, Sera and Elias race against the clock and a ruthless organization bent on claiming a lost historical artifact. ​But their journey isn't just about unlocking ancient ciphers. It's about navigating a sizzling, impossible romance. ​As their adventure deepens, so does the danger. Elias must confront his powerful, disapproving family, who see Sera as nothing more than a temporary, chaotic distraction. With his parents threatening to sever his inheritance and a vengeful enemy closing in, Elias must choose: the predictable security of his legacy, or a future filled with love, risk, and a lifetime of stamps in a shared passport. Can love that spans continents survive a war fought over bloodlines and secrets? Find out if their shared passport leads to their forever.

Two individuals with complete opposite concepts of love. "I was crafted to love, and I could spend my nine lives in this." meets "I would spend my time burning this world instead of loving someone" ..♡ "Drowning in love is the dreamiest concept I have ever heard." "Damn! Does she knows, she herself looks like a dream?" LITTLE KITTEN X SWEET AVUU ♡Book 1 from "The Chaos Theory of Love" Dive in to explore this new universe~ where love is chaos, and chaos is peace.

Savoring the moments that you spend together with family? Enjoying life without limits? Exploring the real world after graduation? Contented with your one-call-away barkadas? If your answer is mostly yes, good for you. But Im sorry to tell you sweetie that my story is the exact opposite so if you wish to continue reading, thank you, if not I dont care (taray ah xD) . And for the last question.... Is your heartbeat normal?

She is headstrong, confident, talented. She is Catherine. And She is a wanderer. Catherine is a 25 year old doctor from Mumbai.She has left her city and is on her journey to explore different cities, try new cuisine and meet new people. What happens when she meets a bunch of strangers and decides to go on a trip with them? But when there is Catherine, there are always trouble! Join her on this amazing adventure full of troubles.

They met as strangers. Paris made them something else. Leo (19) and Mira (19) arrive in Paris as part of a group trip, expecting nothing more than fleeting moments and shared memories with people they'll soon forget. But in the quiet spaces between crowded streets and glowing nights, they find each other. A glance that lasts too long. A conversation that feels too personal. A pull neither of them planned for. As the city lights soften and boundaries begin to blur, what starts as curiosity turns into tension-and tension into desire. With every night spent wandering Paris, Leo and Mira grow closer, discovering that some connections don't need time to feel real, only honesty and the courage to choose each other. Under Paris, After Dark is a sensual, slow-burn romance about strangers becoming lovers, love found far from home, and the kind of connection that deepens when you stop running from it. Sometimes, the most unforgettable love stories begin when you're not looking for them.

Months after her mother's passing, Leanna Lynch is forced to complete the one task she has put off for months: Clean out her mother's house. She learns that in order to get her inheritance, she must do this by the beginning of summer, or it will be donated to charity. Upon cleaning the house, Leanna finds that her mother has left her one more task to complete before everything is settled, leading her on the adventure of a lifetime: Spread her ashes along the coast of Italy. She will fight, love, cry, and smile; all for the sake of her mother's last wish. Especially after she finds the one secret her mother has been hiding all along. Journey of Self-Discovery Coming Of Age Leaving Home Found Family

Crossings of the Heart - One-Shot Stories Every chapter is a doorway. Step through. Crossings of the Heart is an elegant anthology of mature, interracial one-shot romances where the main woman is always Black-and always the center of her own desire, discovery, and joy. From moonlit courtyards in Marrakech to fog-blown cliffs along Big Sur, from Kyoto's snow gardens to the honey-warm balconies of the Caribbean, these are intimate encounters that celebrate culture, chemistry, and connection. What to expect: • One-shot chapters: a complete story each time-no cliffhangers, just soul-deep moments that linger. • Interracial romance: a diverse cast of love interests across continents and cultures. • Mature but non-explicit sensuality: lush, emotional, and evocative scenes that invite you closer without crossing into explicit detail. • Strong settings: lush, place-driven storytelling-markets, gardens, rooftops, rivers, vineyards, and old stone alleys that feel alive. • Standalone comfort: begin anywhere, revisit favorites, collect the feelings that find you. You'll meet women who are artists, dancers, scientists, chefs, historians, and wanderers-each chapter a new spark: a rooftop kiss over Lisbon's tiles, warm laughter echoing in an Edinburgh loft, steam-soft murmurs in Budapest baths, moonlight ripening lemons along the Amalfi coast. These are stories of tenderness and courage, longing and consent, reverence and play-where a shared glance becomes a language and touch becomes a map. For readers who crave: • Heart-forward romance with grown, layered characters • Sensual storytelling that honors intimacy without graphic content • Travel-infused vibes and richly textured atmosphere • Short reads you can savor in a single sitting Author: Relle H. Book type: Anthology of one-shot interracial romances Tone: Elegant, intimate, wanderlust-kissed Open to any page. Let a place choose you. Let a moment keep you.

i've been bitten by mosquitos and bed bugs and ticks, yet the worst bite of them all is from the travel bug // my first time writing poetry! // before i leave, i will tell you a story

Highest Rank #10 (19.11.2016) Scribbling in the world of, "Musings, Drama, Monochromes, Confetti and few words sprinkled with Stardust." Metaphor Intended! Compilation of poetic crisp tales.

𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

The Wulvers Series Book 4 (Can be read as standalone) I followed the call of the wild to find freedom, but maybe it was the call of fate all along. . . SAMPLE CHAPTERS ONLY *** I thought leaving my pack to travel the world would ease the restlessness that has plagued me for as long as I can remember. I believed that a few months living as my wolf would tame my feral side, and then I'd return home to take my place in the pack with my family. But I couldn't have been more wrong.... After a bear attack that proves just how little I know about living in the wild, the male who saves me might be able to show me the world I've been searching for all my life. His wolf calls to mine, and neither of us are capable of denying what our nature craves, but Hunter has secrets and a past that haunts his every step. Secrets that leave me in no doubt that he would rather be left alone in the wilderness. Yet for some reason, he decides to keep me at arm's length, and takes me to a pack like no other. They don't take kindly to strangers, and can sniff weakness out a mile away. I'll have to prove myself worthy if I want to stay amongst them, with tooth and claw. But what if Hunter's past drowns us both before I get the chance...

We've been through °soft rhyme° Oh through the coarse of ~time~ We've been through -free verse- Kissed the freedom of °universe° We've been through raw •prose• So why not escape these ^vows^? Oh why not make this ☆coterie☆ Are you ready to explore.. . . ~•Prose Poetry•~ (~Hazel~) #2 in prosepoetry (August 16, 2018) #562 in Poetry (September 9, 2017) Featured at @CoffeeCommunity

pine (noun): an evergreen coniferous tree with clusters of long needle-shaped leaves pine (verb): miss or long for Do you ever feel like the forests of your consciousness are forests of pine trees? Because I do. Why a forest of pine, you wonder? Maybe it's because the noun "pine" reminds me of the verb "pine" and how I often miss or yearn for something more just beyond my reach. Or maybe it's because I sometimes get hurt by the jagged pines of my own thoughts. I now invite you to wander with me into my misty forests of consciousness, pine, and poetry. Let's play a game of hide and seek in the woods. Get lost with me. Find me. And find yourself. *** A poem from this collection: Pine I breathe you in - A familiar mix of cinnamon, musk, And pine. Every time I now think of you, I remember you as pine. Evergreen, With needles so delicate But so sharp. I once held onto you so tight, That the needles piercing through my skin Left us adorned in crimson. I must have spent far too long in your exotic forests. For I now realise That I too carry the sickly-sweet scent of pine. But there was a difference. While you smelt like the noun, I smelt like the verb. ***

So I will be drawing these picture and you will see how my drawing skills involves... I hope...anyway...you guys can request me to draw anything that will include Nyko and chooki. Cross over?Anything! Or if you have a drawing that you drew of choko I could post it ! tenkai knights and my oc

Have you ever had a solo trip that was memorable, maybe a little scary but freeing and exciting? My Wattpad travel short story is about an unforgettable day I had while travelling solo in Italy, with a challenging hike, interesting strangers and fascinating new experiences! It's inspired by the Marriott Traveler international online publication, and right now they're running a #SoloTravel contest where if you share your travel story, you could be featured in their magazine and win a $500 USD Marriott gift card! (contest open until October 31st) Head over to the @Travel profile to check out the contest details and good luck!

Standing alone at the Pyramids of Giza at sunrise. Meeting Tom Cruise in Rome, Italy. Getting bit by a poisonous spider in Vietnam. Riding an overnight train in Kolkata, India with a nun. Staying in a Bedouin village on the Red Sea... Photographer and storyteller, Danielle Desnoyers, has had some unique travel experiences over the years. "That one time..." is a collection of stories and memories; some humorous and others more eye-opening. New parts are continually being added as she continues to explore the world. Follow along and enjoy!

"What's your name?" He asked, inching forward, and that's when she stopped trembling. She looked up cautiously, and remained like that for a long time. "Estelle." She said steadily, looking straight at him. The blue of her eyes struck him harder this time. "Estelle." He repeated, and somehow her gaze went down to his lips when he repeated her name. She suddenly looked away, embarrassed. It had seemed like instinct. "What's your name?" She said, still not looking at him. "Salvador." He said, and her eyes seemed to twinkle. "Salvador," She whispered, "Sal. Vador. Salva. Dor. Salvador." He was hypnotised, as she went on and on, reciting his name. Breaking it into syllables, saying his name in a way he had never heard before. It seemed like she had forgotten he was still there. And out of all the words he had come across throughout his life, there was only one, odd word his brain was focusing on; beautiful. ** Summary Inside Date Started: 19/12/17

Sharing some pics from travels abroad and maybe some domestic (beaches and hiking pictures if possible). Not really a professional photographer. XD

This is about the story of the pain that we all have in common. We all fight different battles but we all feel the same pain. More than likely I understand each and everyone of you guy's pain. Read this and I promise you that you will see that you're not alone and I understand.