Blunt Stories

★She was full of life, breaking every rule! He was obedient and always serious. ★She was a walking chaos. He likes his life quiet and composed without a damn mistake. Chaos interrupts- No! Hell breaks loose,when both are brought together for marriage. ≈Fiesty and fun loving, Meza Arora decides to run away from her wedding she was forced upon. It was as simple as that, except she had no idea what world awaits her. Blinded due to the pitch black night, Crashing into and disfiguring Ahaan Sharma's first child-his darling Mercedes, was definitely not on her to-do list. That is until they identify each other. Oops! Was he, not the same sinfully handsome, infuriating, extremely punchable due to his mastery in emitting coldness, man, with zero interest in her, who happened to put a 24-carat diamond ring on her finger in her engagement ceremony? Well... In the battle of profanities, wars of death stares, and tolerating each other in their craziest incarnations, sparks-scratch that, the whole damn fire flares between them, igniting the most unforeseen and irresistible chemistry, pledged for their lives. ~A Rom-com of a bride and groom who flew away from their wedding which was enforced on them, only to return together with strings attached~

Maahi Sehgal × Kabir Khan "Tum type kyu kr raho ho??bol nhi sakte kya?"She said in a mocking tone but the guy again smiled. To her surprise he nodded in agreement with her statement which made her feel bad. "Tum bol nhi sakte?"She whispered and he nodded his head at that. __________________________ "What are we Maahi?"He signed as he questioned her the thing he was having a doubt about. What were they? Maahi stared at him with a blank face,not understanding why he was asking this so suddenly. "Mein tumhare calls nhi utha raha tha toh tum yaha tak aa gayi bina waqt ki parwah kiye,what does this make us"He asked in sign language wanting an answer from her because his mind was blocked right now. "We are friends"She said slowly as if not sure what she was saying was correct. Kabir looked at her and then nodded his head at her words. She said it,they were friends,he doesn't needs to think otherwise now. _____________________________ "Maahi"Nargis Chachi said and I nodded my head at that. "Mashallah naam toh bht pyaara h"Mehek chachi said. "Sirf naam se kisi ke baare mein pata nhi chal jaata"Dadijaan said and I sighed. I know it is going to be difficult to convince her. "Woh bht acchi ladki h Dadijaan"I signed and she just stared at me and didn't say anything. "Ladki kya krti h??"Nargis Chachi asked when nobody said anything. "Apne parivaar ka karobaar sambhalti h"I signed and Dadijaan raised her eyebrows hearing that. "Kaam krne wali ladki h?"Dadijaan asked and I nodded my head at that. "Aur woh musalmaan nhi h,Hindu h"I signed and waited for the dam to brake now. Dadijaan had her hand to her mouth now as if this has surprised her beyond wits.All the ladies were shocked and so were the gents this time. _______________________________ Join Kabir and Maahi on their journey from being strangers to passionate lovers and eventually a married couple. Be with them to know their journey and the difficulties they faced during this.

Once, she lived under glittering chandeliers at Sawyer Mansion, surrounded by luxury and admiration. Now, she sleeps in a small room far away from the life that once called her its heiress. Seven months ago, she was thrown out-accused of pushing Kimmy down the stairs, branded heartless, and abandoned without mercy. Only Michelle, a struggling single mother and former colleague of the Sawyers, reached out a hand. Though Jodi insisted she needed no help, she followed Michelle, choosing distance over humiliation. But pride does not silence pain. Night after night, the memories haunt her. The betrayal. The accusations. The unanswered question of who she truly is. Michelle urges her to let go of revenge and search for her real identity instead. Jodi, however, does not believe in fate. She believes in action. Once a high-class young lady, she now stands stripped of status-but not of ambition. Cold, beautiful, and fiercely determined, Jodi refuses to remain a fallen "fake heiress." If the world cast her out, she will rise on her own terms. And when she does, she will not return quietly. She will show them exactly what they lost.

"If you don't have a smile, I'll give you one of mine." -Author Unknown Her emotions are lost. The emptiness torments. A deal with an infamous murderer shall gain it back. ~

my interpretation of what I think it'd be like to work with em and/or date her <3

if you love Billie as a daddy then you are on the right path hun ❗🔗🚬🔐🏎️

A simple collection describing what it feels like to be me. With the criticism from my skin-tone and how I'd try to use my voice to make a huge difference. Which I still hope I do. Also this will be about parts of my life where I wish I wasn't myself (as usual). But myself as of like not wanting to be in the skin I'm in. This is not just about a movement. It's about how far I and many others can say they come. From chains that were tight and shackles that were meant to keep me and them down. But to be freed from both the weight of the yoke (my history), the captivity, the chains and shackles that kept me bound. In place... to where no one could move. This alone is a story but I hope through the thrill of my poems you will be able to understand that at an early age I've learned that my skin is a burden but also a blessing to those bestowed upon it. I never actually thought that my perception on matters... you know mattered.

Y/n is a masculine lesbian that has depression and is suicidal. She likes 5H . She gets beat by her dad. She's an addict to drugs (cigarettes, weed, coke, anything she can get her hands on) she's in high school, she's 17, and a tomboy 🚨⚠️ this shi is hella cringey ⚠️🚨 G!P Y/n *warning may contain self harm, abuse, suicidal thoughts and actions* Do not commit suicide Do not self harm Please seek help if you think you may be a victim or whatever

I'm so addicted to every little thing you do.

the dumb shit luka and vanya witness/do on a daily basis (we honestly don't know why this story-ish thing exists but we sure hope y'all enjoy it as much as we did) ow yes

The title is a reference to the Robert Frost Poem, the short story outlines the lifestyle of a group of people who chose to take the road less traveled, although it is becoming more and more worn these days as people begin to use their brains a little more. Written by a weed head, for weed heads, and anyone else whose interested.

You know how it works. The men place their car keys in a bowl, and the ladies take one set of keys out, going home with their owner. And of course, my impulsively bubbly and super-social friend would choose this party game for her and her fiancé's "dual bachelor-bachelorette-engagement-party thingamajig," as I call it. And since I am her Maid of Honor, I would be undoubtedly shunned by too many people if I didn't attend it, even in spite of the rather cruel mystery that is this game. The only problem is not knowing who I would end up going home with. And I am NOT looking forward to it. (An original story) Start Date: July 12, 2018 HIGHEST RANKINGS: #22 "dryhumor" #92 "real" #152 "blunt" #339 "hottie" #586 "awkward"

Smoke that shit

Exactly like a shipping book, but featuring Pokemon instead. Just request a Pokemon and I'll give it a rating.

Don't fucking read it if your gonna be a bitch

*Hits blunt* Why do they call it a 'cold' if your temperature goes up? *Hits blunt* Can someone die in a living room? Just a bunch of "hits blunt" thoughts. You can DM me or comment some! ©2016 By JifJif123