Luali Carter

"You're not…" he started, but Mom's voice stopped him. — Yes, Bas. Let's get divorced. Please! – and she cried aloud. My father was crying loudly. I cried out loud. And I didn't want to know anything more after my mother's words. I just ran away. Escaping from that suffocating room. Running away from my home. And I ran. Out of the room. Stairs down. Through the front door. By the backyard. By the sidewalk. To the street. (...) — Neighbor?! – The sweet male voice invaded my ears and interrupted my thoughts. — Don't fill it up, Hemmings! - I say without giving opportunities for his jokes and without facing him. - I'm not in the mood to retort and put up with your boring jokes. ~*~ "Words sharp as knives are cutting through her Glass shattered like the past, now it's a memory Invigorating a dream while watching the walls crumble" — 5 Seconds of Summer

Luali Carter

I know I look like a crazy tourist standing here in front of this monument, but I'm just a student doing college work. My design teacher made my architecture course worthwhile. A curve here, a curve there and my sketch of the Sydney Opera House's exterior is almost done. This amphitheater is a work of art by a genius named Utzon. And I am really in love with all the details of this space. I try to trace a few more lines from the top of the building, the morning sun bathing my face. A sudden pain hits my arm. Who was the stupid thing that bumped into me?! I look forward and see a thin, blond, long-legged human being running through the front door. And the sucker didn't even apologize! Where's the education? I turn to my sketch completely destroyed and thrown on the floor. I can not believe! He's really stupid! — WHAT A HATE! – I shout to the wind, because the target of the curses in my head had already disappeared. - It's all spoiled! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I SPENT DRAWING THIS?

PrayforMuke

Luke was like fire. Michael was like gunpowder. Together they made a beautiful catastrophe. (This story has already been published on other platforms, by the same author, under the same user)

Downpour

Calum Hood had no motivation to believe in love, least of all she. And maybe, just maybe, love was like steam, intangible, impossible to hold back. Alissa Fontes was a Brazilian who was attending the college of her dreams in Sydney, the girl had learned to lock her feelings behind a barrier after experiencing countless traumas, yet little did she know that Calum Hood would be the person who I could read it like no one ever touched it. She would find that no matter how hard she tried, it was impossible to hide from love. Love that would build bonds that were impossible to break. “I don't want to waste my time with other girls when the only one who can hold me in such a way is you. It wouldn't make any sense, I'd just be fooling myself. I don't want to be with anyone else but you." Calum Hood x Original Character

leilane

Love is such a delicate feeling that sometimes we are satisfied with just the illusion that it exists. "Tell me you believe in love, is not an illusion to me"

leilane

Everynight I almost call you, just to say it will always be you... Wherever you are!