Nenita Santoro

Sometimes we only learn to value when we lose what we love most

Baby Firefly

"I want to cry sometimes, I miss you."

Annabeth

''I knew that was our happy ending.''

maryshun

Lena, my best friend. I had been selfish enough to provoke all this. I desire revenge spoke louder. I would give anything to go back and ask her to run away.

Molko

"You know... Sometimes I wanted to be a little cliché. Because, in the clichés, couples always ended up happy, and they didn't ask such crushing, explosive questions as "Show me this love of yours." Yeah. ... It's worth trying."

Babi Lemos

Synopsis: The Kaulitz brothers were known to be the best catches in small town Leipzig, handsome, polite, the sons-in-law every mother asked God for. But what happens when Yulia and Lena are sent away from their mother's house in Berlin to live with their father in Leipzig? The two were expelled from exactly 15 reputable schools, had already been arrested several times and were known for their bad behavior. Would meeting the Kaulitz change them, or would meeting the Volkova change them? Will the good boys become the “bad boys” or will the rebellious girls be ashamed of themselves? -------------------------------------------------- ------ - We know who we are, we don't know what we can be. Bill smiled confidently at me. I returned her smile and let that madwoman take over what I was, to, in her own words, become a new “Tom Kaulitz. Irresistible and ravishing.” -+- - What's up, baby? Bill approached the bed. I wanted to throw the pillow in his face. How could he do that? How could he make me feel like crap and then come all the way here and call me baby like nothing ever happened? How could he make me feel so bad, being so perfect for me, when I don't and never deserve anything he did for me? I took my face off the pillow and looked at him, he stroked my hair, half smiling. “Whatever it is, it will work. You do not need to cry. -+- - Could you please try to hear what I'm saying? Can you let me try to explain how much you mean to me? - She said, almost screaming, almost whispering, her eyes watering. She had created a monster. I was that monster. I couldn't believe the words of the one who made me change so much, made me suffer so much. I just couldn't believe her. - No Yulia, I can't hear you. – I said and went to the door – It is possible to find out more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation. - I said, and left, leaving her alone in the middle of the room. - -+- visit counter