Here is just some RoBul oneshots I'm currently working on. Message me if they suck or if you want certain ones to be added. There will actually be at least one lemon I have decided! But still lots of Fluff. Voting and Comments are appreciated! ~Nyan*
This is my "Book 1" before the real adventure arrives pretty soon, please be patient.
Collections of poems based on and inspired by Doki Doki Literature Club
Taylor's goddaughter is in trouble - can Taylor help her before it's too late?
The world's gone to hell. People are eating each other. Literally. Eating. Each other. I'm just doing my best to keep myself and the quirky mismatched group of people I call my own off the menu. Unknown pasts, unknowable future, friends that are actually family, maybe even a little bit of romance. Oh and zombies, lots of zombies. My name is Zero and this is my story.
Okay so my name is Ray and this is a crazy story about me who accidentally kills an old lady. Then the police is after me and I turn into a fugitive.You will experience many twists and turn throughout the book along with humor.And then I get kidnapped by some idiot who cant even tell a lie properly.Also I will be needing as much support as possible because it was a accident.
Siz: Halil Hocam iyi akşamlar.Siz: Okuldan ayrıldığınızı duydum.Siz: Mezun olmuş olsam bile okulumuzun sizi gibi bir tarihçiye ihtiyacı vardıSiz: Umarım yeni okulunuzda mutlusunuzdur.(17.24)Halil Hoca: Yanlış oldu herhalde.(17.36)Halil Hoca: Babamın eski öğrencisisiniz sanırım
She looks up at me, taking a step forward and smiling slightly, "How can I ever get hurt when I have you here to protect me?""But you could have gotten hurt," I murmur softly, hanging my head and feeling my shoulders drop, the tension seeping from my body."No. Stop," She cuts me off sternly but tenderly, "Don't talk like that, Reece. I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay," She speaks softly, reaching her hand up to gently brush her thumb over my cheek, just under the cut that's there."We're okay," I repeat, taking a small step closer to her.She nods with a small smile, moving her hand down from my cheek and instead placing the palm of her hand on my chest, right over my heart. I know she can feel how fast my heart is beating. I just don't know why it's doing that.~Reece Carter is the bad boy of Northwood High. He smokes and he fights. He has countless tattoos covering his body. And he doesn't care about anything or anyone else.Layla Stevens is your average seventeen year-old girl, just trying to get through high school, with the friends she loves and doing the things she loves. When these two cross paths accidentally in an unusual way, they leave and never expect to speak to each other again.But fate has other plans.Layla finds her way into Reece's life and Reece doesn't know what to do about it. This ray of Sunshine suddenly meant something to him. She understood him when it seemed like no one else did. And he protected her from everyone who tried to hurt His Sunshine.Get ready for a story filled with bad pick-up lines, twin telepathy and a lot of fighting. Like, a LOT. Thanks for that one, Reece.
,, Odkąd byłam mała siostra powtarzała mi zawsze, że muszę być silna. Nawet jak cały świat się zawali i wszyscy zwątpią, mi nie wolno się poddać. Muszę odnaleźć w tłumie Fałszywych tego jedynego, któremu będę mogła zaufać, bo to jedynie on może pomóc mi w mojej misji... Mimo, że od Jej zniknięcia minęło już wiele czasu, dalej nie mogę pojąć sensu tych słów. Moje życie nieubłaganie się zmienia. Już nic nie będzie takie samo, lecz ja muszę się dostosować i zrobić wszystko co mogę by oszukać przeznaczenie. Czy sobie poradzę?- Nie wiem, ale muszę chociaż spróbować... dla Niej" Łucja, 16-letnia dziewczyna wiodła dotąd spokojne życie u boku swojej ukochanej siostry. Jednak gdy ta umiera w tajemniczych okolicznościach, Łucka jest zdana jedynie na siebie. Już po kilku dniach od pogrzebu odkrywa, że tajemnica śmierć jest dopiero początkiem zmian które nastąpią w jej życiu. Czy poradzi sobie z nimi i oszuka przeznaczenie? Tego nie wie nikt.
day 5299 : surviving seems fun , but i know it will be ruined someday.thoughts thrown on paper and feelings described through metaphors and objects.