FanficDaLauDK

I'm known as a freak girl...why? Maybe it's because I'm the only girl in high school who doesn't just care about sex, clothes and parties, I thought about leaving school and going to a place far away where I would be happy and people wouldn't judge me alone. because I am myself. For a second I forget I'm on planet earth and I remember that it seems like society's new hobby is judging people by what they wear, hear, eat, etc. The point is that nowadays people don't judge others for their character but for frivolous reasons, that's why I keep away from society. I don't think anyone understands me just my books or that's what I thought. The first day of class was never easy for me, I even talk to my colleagues, but with none of them I have that intimacy. Worst thing is when you have that teacher who loves to make us all talk a little about ourselves to the class, I think this is my worst nightmare but it comes true.... -Rosalie introduce herself to the class please say my art teacher pointing at me, at the time i started to break out in a cold sweat which was weird and embarrassing, i got up and went to the front of the classroom. -Hi, my name is Rosalie, call me Rose, I'm 16 years old and I've never failed a grade and many people know me here. there I don't have much to say and that bye everyone clapped and some laughed and kept talking about me, I sat down and soon the teacher called a boy I had never seen, he started to introduce himself he seemed shy from what I understood he was new to school and town he was different he was quiet and handsome i saw something different about him that was weird i didn't want to, i didn't see him like any other boy i saw him differently the weird thing was i wanted to find out why I looked at him and noticed something different... I couldn't be attracted to him... or could I?

AnonimamenteNew Author

Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again. Helena is in no hurry, nor is she afraid, and she does not let herself be swayed by pretty words. But every rose has its thorn. When two such different presences cross her path, she will discover that it is not possible to keep everything under control at all times. One calms, the other sets ablaze. One is shelter, the other is storm. For even the gentlest calm holds a flame, and within the storm itself there is already a harbinger of tranquility - each heart carries within itself both the flame and the breeze that can extinguish it. Be careful not to lose yourself. The labyrinth is yours, and only you will find the way out.

Paula

In a city devastated by war, we follow the journey of two survivors who have learned, each in their own way, to live with violence, loss, and loneliness. He does not know that he saved her life. She knows only that he is more dangerous than the killers who threatened her. Neither of them seeks company. Nor do they believe that there is still room for kindness in a world where surviving demands so much. But a dead boy and an almost insignificant act of kindness end up intertwining their fates. Between small acts of care, silences, and difficult choices, two strangers discover that surviving the war may not be as difficult as learning to live after everything they have lost.

He wanted her very much, but in the end he will find out something that won't make him happy, and friends are very important to support him in that moment, he will need them

AutoraEmyNew Author

Melissa is with patrol car 02 and Hector is from the square's restaurant. In Vale Bonito, everyone listens to the police radio, and a minor incident turns into a marriage proposal with a patrol car horn, a sunflower in a bucket, and all of Vale Bonito marrying the two off before the proposal even happens. A light romance, with God in the middle and paçoquinha on the square bench.

Phoenix Dr Rudolf Ravenclaw

A compilation of memories, teachings, emotions, feelings. Dedicated to the person known as Someone. Letters and texts compiled from the sum and blend of sensations, such as admiration, love, affection, and various other feelings.