This is a collection of poems I have, some are based off of a formula, others are just freeform I suppose you could say.
Broken little Heer didn't know what was waiting for her, but fate knew, and it played with her. Mayav was taken from her, and loneliness consumed all the air in her life. Refusing to get helped, one day two people slip into her life. Her soul did not expect Kali and Sova to have the keys she always searched for. And suddenly all her hatred was transformed into a sweet poison called love. But would it last forever? Fate knows. Would the sun rise again, after the great sunset?
CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTENDuring the Clone Wars on a trip to the planet, Vanqor Anakin and Mace Windu meet a girl that force sensitive. They're baffled by how she's been hiding for years on a basically deserted planet where her family died. As she helps the Jedi in the Clone Wars, she learns things about herself and the Force.this is also on AO3 under the username Jedi_Knight_Willa, if you see that I updated there and not here feel free to yell via comment that I forgot to put the newest rewrite on Wattpad.
He knows not his name, simply the endless road from region to region, but then there is a pause.Disclaimer - I don't own Phantasy Star Online 2 or Phantasy Star Online 2: New Genesis. This was written for Froday Flash Fiction Challenge's first regular challenge for February 2022 the prompt being inspired.
'Please don't do this to me.. I'm not your mate, your going to mark me ..please..' I began begging him, trying to appeal to his good side. Crying harder. Ignoring me. He carried on kissing down my neck where the cut was. The sparks followed his lips.He licked the spot, healing it. He carried on kissing until he reached the spot where my mark was meant to be.'I'm your mate .. don't forget.. whenever you look in the mirror.. you will see my mark and remember who you belong to' he whispered against my neck.I struggled more and began begging him.'Carter Please' I screamed.Ranks:-Wanted 2 - thank youUnedited.Pretty please don't nick my story or anything like that. UNDER MAJOR REORDERING AND ADDING. Disclaimer I don't own any images in this book.Updates are every two day -Hopefully 😐
Rivals for centuries not only developed hate towards two specimens but even their mere presence disgusted each other. This is the story of werewolves, witches and vampires who have been enemies since forever. There is hatered, rage, anger, disappointment and revenge but what will happen when one day love evolves between them. Will love manage to end the centuries of rivalries??
Esta es la historia de cómo morí... lo primero que recuerdo es que había discutido con Ismael. Llevábamos un par de meses saliendo. Yo, debo reconocer, tenía ligeros delirios psicóticos, pero es que la cosa con él no era para menos. Ismael nada se tomaba en serio y menos si se trataba de su familia.Desde que tengo memoria, ha sido homosexual. Tuvo un sin fin de amoríos con un montón de hombres repugnantes, incluyendo a nuestro profesor de literatura y aún no era capaz de decirle a su madre que dejará de buscarle esposa... Joder. Ya no vivimos en el siglo XIX. Esa vaina de los matrimonios arreglados y no sé qué. Parece de telenovela, pero era la realidad de Ismael...
A collection of short and sweet one shots of the reader and the designated Fairy Tail character. There's no continuity and most of these can be read as any gender, but I'll label them if I make a specific reference. Not exactly mature, but does contain some crude language and sexual references. I'd say 14+Requests welcome.
Un culto religioso supo mantenerse oculto por décadas, investigando el arte del Ninshu lograron crear técnicas increíbles y únicas. Para mantener a salvo los pergaminos que contenían estas técnicas el culto se alejo de toda civilización, revelando su existencia a unos cuantos pocos...